been having this fantasy of infiltrating your home.
let me get to know your girlfriend or wife. let me become her best friend, so much so that she trusts me with anything. i'd start coming over regularly for dinners and movie nights, pretending to only be interested in her friendship.
let us steal heated stares from behind her back. let your hand touch mine a fraction of a second longer than needed when you hand me my wine glass. my foot in your lap under the dinner table.
maybe she'd trust us enough to go to bed one night she's particularly tired.
"you guys finish the movie," she'd say through a yawn, "and tell me how it ends in the morning."
we'd of course agree. you would kiss her goodnight, tell her you love her, that you'll be up soon.
the second she makes it up that last stair step and rounds the corner, though, that's when you suddenly move.
standing from where you were cuddled up with her, my eyes wide, frozen with a mix of pent up desire and a little bit of fear from how you stalk up to me.
i'd swallow thickly, settling further back in my seat, slowly tugging my knees up to my chest.
you can perfectly see your pray from your approach. the way my breath is picking up, chest rising and falling more noticeably than before. my plush, pink lips are parted, pupils darting across your face in search of answers.
are we actually about to go this far? did we actually get this lucky?
once you were close enough to touch me, you didn't. you just stand there, and you and i have a silent moment of revelation.
now is our shot. what i have been working toward. my end goal.
you'd grab my hand and jerk me off of the couch, forcing me to stumble into a stand in front of you. my head tilted back to look up at you, and yours falls forward to meet my eyes.
"are you going to behave?"
i let your low question echo around in my empty brain for a moment. Then, my chin dips in a nearly imperceptible nod.
you would hum in satisfaction, moving one hand to grip the back of my neck, pulling my chest flush to yours and forcing a quiet whimper out of my lips.
"are you going to be quiet?"
i nod again, this time more certain, almost greedily.
that's the confirmation you needed, spinning me around by your grasp on my neck and pushing me between the shoulders. i fall face first onto the couch, standing on my tip toes to further arch my back for you.
that's when you notice the lack of panties under my skirt.
you'd taunt me. tell me i'm pathetic. that i'm so willing and able to help you cheat on your girl that you almost want to leave me high and dry. i'd whine, and you'd place a sharp slap to my cunt, immediately following it with a finger sliding through my folds to admire how my slick gathers and shines.
the only warning i get would be the sound of your belt unbuckling. i would ball my fists in the couch and bite my lip before you even get your cock out.
you would push in to the hilt, no warning. you can actively see how my jaw clenches to keep my moans hidden. when you pull out, just barely, my walls constrict around your cock, body trying to process the fullness of my little cunnie.
you would settle into a mean pace. hips slapping against my ass like you don't even care if your girl hears. if she wakes up and comes down stairs to see you fucking her best friend.
i would bite my fist, eyes rolling back, trying (and failing) to push my hips back to meet your thrusts. my free hand would be limp next to my head, fingers occasionally twitching with pleasure.
i'd ask shakily to cum. you would tell me no, even as you empty rope after rope of your cum into my womb, and i would listen. i would deny myself even as you thrust through your after shocks.
you'd catch your breath and pull out. watch as your seed drips out of me, then push it back in with your fingers. my hips jolt at the intrusion, unbelievably sensitive from my denied orgasm.
you'd pull your fingers out before i can get enough friction to finish. then you'd smack my ass cheek and roll me so i'm sitting on the couch.
i'd stare at you. obviously this was what i wanted. i wanted to slither into your relationship and ruin it's foundation.
"lock the door on your way out."
then you'd stalk up stairs to your girl, balls drained, a stupid, satisfied smirk on your lips.
i'd blink. then i'd blink again. then i would silently pick up the trash in the living room, throw it away, and lock the door on the way out, waiting desperately for out next group movie night.
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