Just when you thought she was perfect.

[thelineswecross]

Sarah was my best friend's girlfriend, and she was untouchable. Petite with a voluptuous figure, long curly jet black hair, and the face of an angel. It was unimaginable that she would want to talk to me, let alone look at me. And yet...

It was a Saturday night, and we were at a mutual friend's chalet. Daniel, my best friend, was with the guys, drinking heavily. There were five of us: Daniel, Sarah, two other men and I. Everyone else was almost down, except for Sarah and I. I was surprised at her alcohol tolerance - she could shoot whiskey, down tequila shots, finish all the vodka and she was still steady. I, however, was pretty drunk and horny to boot. Not drunk enough to forget what happened next, though.

I put them all to bed and Sarah and I continued drinking into the wee hours of the morning. She and I were talking about Daniel's and her sex life, and maybe it was my imagination but she was inching closer to me with every shot that we downed. The alcohol was making my heart pound furiously, or maybe it was due to my being able to feel her in my arms?

:) Be right back. By the way, I'm female. Just wanted to try writing from a guy's point of view.

[machoman]

:) Be right back. By the way, I'm female. Just wanted to try writing from a guy's point of view.

Great opening but since you are female, I would have very much prefer that you write from a gal's point of view since we have too many guys writing here in the forum.

[1128138]

Great opening but since you are female, I would have very much prefer that you write from a gal's point of view since we have too many guys writing here in the forum.

thinking in the same way

[Bangster]

i thot it sounded very much like a girl telling the story.

perhaps it was er...too demure? i donno...Roughies like me prefer lotsa dirty thoughts and languages and actions!!

YEAH BABY YEAH!!

[billdex]

Anymore ???

[waiwaiz]

Make it as juicy as possible.......ya :0

.

[PromiseMe]

Since like a good story. :D

[Longitude]

Good start. Please continue.

[thelineswecross]

Ah, you guys. Haha alright when I finish this one, I'll try a girl's POV ok? :)

Continuation.
"Daniel and I, well, we get along, you know?" I did know. He had filled me in on all the not-so-lurid details, how she was a virgin and they did not even make out very much.
"So that means you guys... haven't had sex?"
"No, I'm a virgin... are you?" Here I paused, and she could see the answer in my hesitation. The idea of me being able to touch that perfect body, breaking the vestal virgin - It was almost more than I could take, and I could feel myself start to become hard. Sarah was almost completely pressed against my right side, and she turned to whisper in my ear. "I'm told I'm a good kisser though..."
I nearly choked on my cigarette. Her sexy, lilting voice in my ear combined with the sensuality of her lips was almost too much for me. "Really?" I replied carefully. "Like how?"
"If you don't try, you won't know." She gave her sexy gurgle of laughter, and I felt something in me snap. It was the moment of drunken blindness, where I did not care about the consequences. I had to have her.

I turned, and our faces were inches from each other; dangerous. I could feel it all over my body when she touched my face, leaning in and kissing me hard on the mouth. She took advantage of my mouth hanging open in shock and swirled her tongue in my mouth; the image of what else that tongue could be doing made me almost moan aloud. Maybe I did, because she'd removed her mouth from mine and placed her finger over my lips instead. "Shhh," she smiled. "We'll get caught."
The reality of what I was doing hit me. This was Sarah, my best friend's girlfriend. If he found out I'd gone further with her than he had... It took all of the remaining blood in my brain to make a decision and hold her at arm's length. "Sarah," I said gently. "We can't..." Her hand creeping up my thigh stopped me cold. It was turning me on more than was possible, the fire in my loins building with every tiny movement. It was impossible, incredible, rising to insane heights. Making up my mind in that moment, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
"Feel this," I snarled, pushing my hips flush against hers. "If you don't stop me now..." I was expecting her to draw back immediately, but she only smiled and pulled one hand free. Reaching it down between between our bodies, she touched me and herself simultaneously. We both moaned, and I let go of her hand and crushed her body to me.

...And I'll BRB, have a presentation to do in class :P

[Frankiestine]

Oh not another "I'll be back" story writers....this is getting to sound like a script off Terminator...:(:(:(:(

[slyer]

nice story write up from a girl's perspective :D

[thelineswecross]

Continuation.

I plead momentary insanity, I reached a finger down and found Sarah so, so wet. To my surprise, she slapped my hand away. "I don't want oh you're a girl I'm going to be gentle with you. I want it hard, I want it fast. I want it now." I was about to fuck the little virgin senseless.

Sarah pushed me down on the sofa and straddled me, making sure my hips were pinned down. Then, she pulled up and off her tank top. It was when skin met skin that I realised the perfection of her beauty, from the slope of her smooth shoulders to her curve of her slim waist, her flat belly. I especially liked her bra, a pink one with a print of Bugs Bunny. So innocent that I almost lost control. She kissed me again, long hair falling over my face. I could taste the whiskey and the lust in her breath, I felt the curve of her smile as I fumbled with her bra, looking for the clasp. Her lips broke away for a moment just to whisper the magic words, "It's in the front." and fastened back on mine again. My fingers stealing up across her belly, I pinched the clasp and in the next second, that bra was on the floor. It was a revelation to feel her hot in my hands.

I latched onto those perfect breasts, full and untouched with rosy nipples on their peak. Licking and sucking didn't seem to get that much of a reaction from her until I bit it, lightly at first and then rolled it gently in between my teeth. She writhed on top of me, rubbing against my rock-hard cock, moaning my name, biting my shoulder. Giving attention to the other nipple now, I pushed her hips up and slid off her blue and white striped shorts. Her underwear, pink lace with a white satin bow, was riding low on her slim hips. I slipped my hands inside, cupping and squeezing her perfect ass, smooth white cheeks. When I slipped a finger inside, I noticed in my haze of lust that she had no hair. It was more than I could bear to think of her moist inner lips not shielded by anything other than my cock pistoning in and out of her.

Sarah pushed up and off of me, then bent over again, hair brushing my stomach, as she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my jeans, unsheathing my swollen cock. She then gave me a cheeky smile before bending down and licking it, then watched it twitch. "Fuck," I groaned, pulling her head to it. The second that I was entirely enveloped in her mouth, I nearly exploded. Her hot, wet mouth was obviously experienced as she knew not to use teeth, and swirled her tongue over my dickhead repeatedly. Clutching at her hair, I pumped her head up and down, bucking my hips to her mouth.

Will he fuck that virgin cunt? I'll be back. :)

[machoman]

Sis, 1st you snarled, then you moaned.....as far as I know guys don't moan... they grunt.
:):D;):p

[FiveDots]

Still waiting. Will there be a part 2?

[thelineswecross]

Ah, you never know, do ya? I've known a couple of guys who do moan. And by far, I think it pretty much turns me on. :)

[Angelsonline]

TS seems to be do pretty well writing as a female from a male's POV. Just hope that she will keep it up and share more with us.

[fyezzow]

nice! go on cmon!

[machoman]

Ah, you never know, do ya? I've known a couple of guys who do moan. And by far, I think it pretty much turns me on. :)

Oh, ok....I stand corrected, sis. :)

Wonderful!

Please carry on....very well written and sexciting. :D

[Blackstone]

Ah, you never know, do ya? I've known a couple of guys who do moan. And by far, I think it pretty much turns me on.

Want to hear me moan ? ;):p:D

[thelineswecross]

Thanks for the comments guys. To continue..

I pulled her head up to mine, I didn't want to come in her mouth. But the saucy minx had other plans for me. With a pleased smile, she pushed me away and continued sucking my cock and rubbing it with her small hands. Her juicy little lips, red from the alcohol, pumped up and down and I could not bear the pleasure. It was an escalation of the climax and the long, slow, curve of an oh, yes when I felt it release into her mouth. To, my surprise, she swallowed it all and opened her little red mouth to show me.

Sarah stood up, and without pausing to put her clothes back on, sashayed to the kitchen, wiggling her perfect ass at me. I heard water running, and she sauntered back in. "Ready for round two?" she inquired. With that mischievous grin curling her lips, I crossed the room in two strides and kissed her hard on the mouth, pushing her up against the wall. Her naked breasts pushing against my chest were driving me insane, her leg wrapped around me made me push myself into her. Sarah rubbed against my hardness relentlessly. With one smooth motion, I pulled aside her pink lace panties and positioned my head against her moist lips.

Opening my fevered eyes, I saw Sarah's head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstacy. She gave the most imperceptible of nods, and I pushed in slowly. Fuck, she was so wet and tight, and so, so hot. My cock being encased in her tightness was the most delicious feeling, like an envelope of velvet. She gasped, the tiniest whisper of sound over the skin of my shoulder. At the moment, I remembered: she was a virgin.

[Pixon]

She is very teasing indeed and as well as naughty.

[eeemen]

Anymore to cum :D

[thelineswecross]

Pixon: Who she, hmm?

Sorry guys, thought you were disinterested so I didn't continue. Um, okay. So here goes...

Opening my fevered eyes, I saw Sarah's head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstacy. She gave the most imperceptible of nods, and I pushed in slowly. Fuck, she was so wet and tight, and so, so hot. My cock being encased in her tightness was the most delicious feeling, like an envelope of velvet. She gasped, the tiniest whisper of sound over the skin of my shoulder. At the moment, I remembered: she was a virgin.

A split second later, and I was thrusting into her, all inhibitions forgotten. I could feel her fingernails digging into the bare skin of my back, her pain transferred to me. I could tell she was starting to feel the pleasure as she relaxed her muscles there, taking in all of me. "Fuck," I ground out, as the sheer pleasure of my cock being wrapped so tightly in Sarah's virgin cunt washed over me, slowly sliding in and out of her wet pussy to give her time to get used to the feeling of being taken.

It took a minute before she began to respond to my ministrations, bucking her hips to meet every thrust. I nearly came as she moaned; long, loud and slow. "Harder, faster..." Sarah gasped as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pushed all of me into her. Pounding harder and faster as she had instructed, I found myself fighting towards release into the girl I had never dared to fantasize about before tonight. I felt her climax, cunt clenching down around my rod. It was the most unbelievable feeling and I almost came for the hundredth time that night. No condom, was the thought that was dim in the recesses of my mind. Pulling out of her, I spilled hot across her flat belly and fought to catch my breath, her sweat cooling on my body. She grabbed Kleenex from the coffee table, wiping herself up.

We didn't muster up the energy to move, until minutes later when we heard clumsy footsteps on the stairs. Panicking, she got up and shoved her bra under the couch, pulling on her tank top and shorts. Then, she picked my pants up and threw them at me, gesturing at me to hurry up. If not for the fact that it could be a very grumpy and hungover Daniel coming down the stairs, it would've been funny. I slid on my jeans and watched in amusement as she sat herself primly down on the couch, legs tucked underneath her and began straightening the shot glasses on the table which we had knocked over during our little alcohol-fueled tryst.

Daniel stumbled down the stairs, eyes and face still red. He clutched at the banister for balance, and my heart raced as I went over to help him steady himself. Could it be that he heard us, so he came down to check?

[AD69]

Do continue. Looking forward to read more.

[machoman]

Well done, sis. :)

Keep up the good work. :D

Please continue. ;)

[thelineswecross]

I'll give her the credit, Sarah played the role of the perfect girlfriend. She hurried over to help me with Daniel, steering him to the couch and going to the kitchen to get a glass of water for the inebriated soul. He drank it slowly, then gave us the slow grin of a drunkard. "Payback's a bitch, huh? This is for all the times I made you guys drink." I forced my face into a smile, even though my legs were still jelly from the explosive orgasm just minutes earlier. "Just drink up, bro." I instructed him, handing him the water glass.

Looking over his bent back, I locked gazes with Sarah. She gave me a saucy smile and wink. It made me weak to see it, I wanted to kiss the smile on her face. She licked her lips, drawing my attention to them. I saw they were still reddened and swollen from my biting and kissing, and I thanked God that Daniel was too buzzed to notice anything. Nice. After another few minutes, I noticed that he had fallen asleep. Gently, I laid him down and he slept on the sofa for the better part of the morning while Sarah and I engaged in some other pretty interesting activities in the master bedroom.

We packed up and left the chalet the following day, Sarah and Daniel hand-in-hand. I didn't particularly mind, watching her slim hips sway from behind and catching the occasional come-hither look she gave over her shoulder. Those dark eyes prompted me, when will I see you again? Hmm, I wonder.

[machoman]

Those dark eyes prompted me, when will I see you again? Hmm, I wonder.

I also wonder, sis? :confused:

Any further encounters with sexy Sarah?

Or this the end of the story? :(

Please continue your well-written story. :)

Thanks. :D

[thelineswecross]

Thanks dude :) I'll prolly continue the story, but from Sarah's point of view; :)

[markkeef]

camping here.
if a woman can write from a man's perspective, can a man write from a woman's perspective?

[machoman]

camping here.
if a woman can write from a man's perspective, can a man write from a woman's perspective?

Good Qn......I would love to try that 1 day, bro. :D :)

[moki]

camping for more

[thelineswecross]

Sarah.

The next time I saw Matt, Daniel's best friend, we were alone. Again. And I was almost afraid of what might transpire. The moment he spoke to me, it brought to mind our sweat-filled, lust-slaked rendezvous. He touched my arm when he laughed, sending shivers across my bare skin, remembering the last time we came together.

We were at a quiet bar, perfect for conversation and drinks. I'd already tossed back quite a few, and I wouldn't admit it, but I was pretty tipsy. It didn't show, it never did. I happened to be quite good at the sober game. Matt was next to me, and his arm draped loosely around my shoulders. Why did I agree to meet him? I guess he just couldn't wait to see me again, because I felt the same. He was my first, and I doubt he would be the last. We were playing dare or double dare, and I had already stood on the table and mimicked a striptease, to the amusement of everyone in the bar, and he had pretended to make out with an imaginary person.

Suddenly, our conversation slowed to a trickle. I could feel the heat radiating off Matt's chest like a furnace, and he put his beer down on the table in a way that made me bite my lip and my toes curl.

He never took his eyes off my face as he leaned towards me, the sharp distinct smell of alcohol and malt on his breath making me reel back for a second. "Kiss me," He challenged, his face an inch from mine, his eyes slipping to my sensually parted and red-from-alcohol lips. I hesitated. "Now? Here?" Matt gave me that roguish grin that made the fire incite, low in my belly. "Yes. I dare you." I deliberately set my margarita (Chick drink, I know) on the table and cupped his face with my hand, thumb brushing over his lips. I felt his breath come a little faster, in shallower gasps now, fighting the urge to lean over and kiss me. Leaning in, just a little, but not too much so that he'd have to make the first move. Again.

I literally felt his body trembling from want and need, the desire coursing through my veins was almost too much. Wait for it... A split second later and his lips were on mine, tongue sliding through my parted lips. And I forgot everything except for the fact that he was kissing me, and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his head nearer, kissing him more firmly now. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on us, and I loved the attention, of course.

On Matt's lips and tongue I could taste the raw need, through his jeans I could feel his want. His hand rose from my waist to my breast, caressing and kneading with the same touch, and the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra made it feel so much better. Silk against skin, and I knew every single person would see my erected nipples as I was walking out. Still, I didn't care, pushing my body against his, biting and sucking his lip, purring into his mouth. He finally pulled back and bit back a moan against my shoulder. "Oh, my God, Sarah..." I felt the hardness of his denim against my bare thigh, bringing back the night we did the deed.

I knew he was seeing it too as his eyes darkened with lust, knew he was seeing me there again. Body glistening with sweat, black hair tumbled around my face like a pagan goddess with eyes blazing like an inferno. I could still feel him there.

[thelineswecross]

This time, Matt pulled back and looked straight into my eyes. "Private?" he asked. I shrugged and feigned nonchalance. "Chez vous ou chez moi?" ("Your place or mine?" in the language of romance: French.) He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out of the pub, and I could tell he couldn't wait by the grip he had. He was practically bruising me, but I liked it rough, and so we ended up on a cab to his place.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other in the cab, kissing and pawing at each other. Matt had his hands up my shirt, cupping and squeezing my breasts, taking advantage of my bra-less state. And I, well, I was stroking his dick through his pants with my wet, wet pussy. When we reached his house, we threw a twenty at the driver and tumbled out of the cab, stopping at least thrice to shove each other up against the wall and kiss as if our lives depended on it.

Somehow, we made it to his room, and his house was blissfully empty. Locking the door, I pushed his chest, and Matt fell on the bed. I knew there was a predatory grin on my lips: this had passed the point of seduction, I had the bastard hook, line and sinker. He looked so damn desirable, in my inebriated state, that I climbed on top of him, straddling him and effectively pinning his hips to the bed. Then I kissed him until the room spun, my long hair falling across his face. There was nothing gentle about the kiss; tongues dancing fervently, intensely biting and sucking lips until I broke away and found his lips red and swollen. Guessing mine were as bad, I started to undo his button-down shirt and then his jeans with excruciating slowness, brushing my fingers across the bulge in his boxers. Matt grabbed my hips and pushed them against himself, biting my lip from pleasure of the contact.

His hands skimmed lower, finding the hem of my flimsy dress. Pushing it up over my thighs, ribs and then over my head, he flung it to a far corner before holding me back and admiring my mostly-naked frame. "God, you're beautiful." he murmured, before starting to kiss and bite my neck, which gave me pleasure beyond words. The thought of what else he could be doing with that tongue made me moan aloud, prompting him to whisper against my neck, "Mm, you like that, huh Sarah?"

"Yes, oh yes, Daniel..."
Suddenly he and I both froze. He pulled away and looked at me with cold eyes. "Did you just..." I was both mortified and stunned to realise that I had just been about to have sex with Matt, who was not my boyfriend, who was my boyfriend's best friend, who was everything I wasn't supposed to have. Apologies and half-formed explanations spilled from my lips, but he waved them away. "When you're with me, you're to forget his existence. Do you understand?" I meekly nodded, and he pulled down his boxers, manhood springing free. "As a punishment," he smirked, "Take in all of this." Pulling my hips to him, he thrust hard into me, making me gasp and my eyes water. The friction made me bite down on his shoulder, hard, leaving crescent-shaped tooth marks.

Matt let out a guttural groan as my slick walls tightened around him, never stopping as his strokes gained momentum. As I rose above him, his fingers tightened around my hips. "What's my name?" he said through clenched teeth. "Say my name!" I felt my climax building as he thrust, crying out his name, "Oh, Matt!!!!!!!!!!" And I turned my head as I came hard, seeing stars, knowing he came a second later.