Pure and utter Friskish smut because I couldn't wait for the time when I could do it in NYJSTIUTK (which I've just finished tweaking and am now having a friend beta). Sort of inspired by the Creep video. Sorry it's so short but it's just a quickie I wrote for my own entertainment and I never thought I'd publish it!
She wondered how much of a sight they must have been to their fellow Hampstead dwellers as they stumbled through the door of their garden flat in rather an inebriated state.
How many of those pills did we take? She thought to herself before falling over the deceivingly level floor, Matthew falling on top of her almost immediately.
"Get off of me you plonker!" She said as she gulped air between ridiculously loud laughs.
"Getting aroused are we, Laura?!" He giggled drunkenly, wiggling both his eyebrows and his hips suggestively until they were stilled by Laura's hands' death grip. He met her gaze and saw that her eyes had darkened. In a matter of seconds, their lips had crashed.
Suddenly both had lost the ability to think. Hands roamed, exploring what each had drunk in over their years of friendship, as Matthew's tongue swiped across her ruby-crusted lips, asking for permission which she gladly granted. As their tongues wrestled for dominance, Matthew ran a hand through her scarlet tresses, illiciting a moan from Laura as she hastily unbuttoned his shirt.
It all happened very quickly from there: clothes scattered across the floor, hair mussed from repeated running through by hand, groans that make Laura think the neighbours will knock any time soon telling them to keep the noise down. Suprisingly, Matthew knew what to do with his hands, his beautiful hands that Laura had always dreamed about, and his tongue was dexterous and skilful, and Laura found she could move her hips in a way that would make him groan every time. Although they explored each appreciatively, the liquor had taken effect and the foreplay was soon forgotten.
Matthew was the perfect length and thickness; it felt as if he was filling every inch of her. Laura could hardly hold back her moans of appreciation as he pushed his way carefully inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the small of his back, urging him deeper, and as they began to move together, the delicious sensations seemed to sober her up, and she was amazed to find that it was even better than she could ever have imagined.
Laura didn't let herself think about what this meant, or if it meant anything, because she knew it didn't. This was drunken sex between two friends, and that's it. Face it, she didn't even know if Matthew is attracted to her. After all, she had been pretty sure he was gay until tonight. She didn't let herself think about what might happen in the morning, either, if they'd even be able to face one another in the cold light of day. She didn't think about anything. She just felt. That was all. Because, after all, it felt so very, very good.