I was silent as we drove over to Austin's house, and I felt the nerves settling in the closer we got to our destination. I doubted that we'd be doing anything tonight. After all, we were best friends, and this wasn't really the kind of thing you did with your best friend. I wish I could say we were like siblings, but if I was being honest, which I inevitably was, because alcohol was just drunken truths, I found Austin attractive.
I mean, it was kind of hard not to. Austin is extremely attractive and could have almost any girl he wanted. Still, it gave me a thrill to know that he obviously had something planned.
We pulled up at his house, and to my slight disappointment, I noted that neither of Austin's parent's cars were parked, meaning that we would still be alone. My feelings were extremely mixed. God, I was a hot mess.
I slid out of the car as slowly as I could without being blatantly obvious, and we made the short walk up to Austin's house. "Where are your parents?" I asked, hoping to delay the events that would most likely happen once we entered his humble abode.
He shrugged, before pulling his keys out of his pocket, and quickly unlocking the door.
"They're probably out on a date or something. Football isn't really my mother's thing, and my father told me once that pleasing the wife always comes first. He once told me that marriage is the last legal form of slavery"
"Your dad is quite the optimist, I guess."
We walked into the dark house, and I felt my nervousness rising with each step we took up the stairs. His room looked like that of an average teenager, which was the nice way of saying there were clothes strewn all over the room. "Have you ever considered hiring a maid? This could give Hurricane Katrina a run for her money."
"Are you calling me a slob, Dawson?" He asked, feigning hurt. I could tell he was trying not to laugh, which made me question whether he was still drunk, or not.
"Of course. It wouldn't kill you to dust once in a while, and they make these handy things called hampers for all the dirty clothes you have so carelessly tossed all over the room."
He rolled his eyes, and walked over to his bed, before rummaging underneath the bed. He emerged a minute later with dust bunnies in his hair, a bottle of Bacardi, and a triumphant smile.
"I'm amazed you can find anything in this mess."
"Shut it, Dawson, and come sit. The night is young, but we're starting it off right."
I glanced over at the clock. It was only 8. It was a little late to start the night off, but I wasn't about to start complaining. Austin took a swig and handed the bottle over to me. I took a large drink, the alcohol burning slightly as it slid down my throat. We sat there for
about thirty minutes, probably getting drunker than wise.
"Want to watch a movie?" He asked, before sliding off the bed. He stumbles over to his t.v. And opens the cabinet full of movies. "Any preferences?"
I slowly got off the bed, and stood beside him. I skimmed through his movie selections, mentally rejecting the many titles as I searched. I pulled out Friends With Benefits and handed it over. He raised an eyebrow at my selection. "Well shit, if you wanted to watch porn, all you had to do was ask."
"Shut it." I say, playfully punching his arm before walking back over to the bed. "I'm changing, so don't look!" I call, before pulling my pajamas out of my overnight bag.
He groaned. "You know, telling me not to look only makes me want to look that much more."
"No peeking!" I shouted, before pulling my shirt over my head. I change relatively quickly for how uncoordinated I currently am. I had just finished sliding my pajama shorts on when I felt strong arms wrap around me. Austin's hot breath is on my cheek, his mouth very close to my ear. "You know, I will be retaliating for your earlier behavior sometime throughout the evening. Keep your guard up, Dawson."
The movie starts and he pulls away, making himself comfortable on his bed. I sit down timidly, before leaning back against the wall, attempting to make myself more comfortable. I found myself very quickly being pulled into the movie, my surroundings melting away. So imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I am no longer where I was sitting, but now in-between Austin's legs.
I glance up, and study Austin's face. He looks calm, amused, and extremely aware of everything going on around him. "What are you doing, Austin?" I ask suspiciously, just as a loud moan turns my attention back to the screen.
I am a little shocked to watch Mila and Justin getting kinky on the screen. Austin's smirk grows even bigger, as he shrugs innocently. "You looked uncomfortable." He says, eyes remaining on the screen. I feel his hand slowly trail up my legs, resting on my thighs. He begins tracing patterns widely around my thighs, his hands continuing to go higher and higher, his palms hot, igniting fire on my skin in all the places he touches.
I find myself strangely calm, but slowly getting turned on. His hand slides down my stomach, tracing the skin, before his hand plunges into my underwear, and he slowly begins rubbing around on my inner thighs. My heart rate increases slightly, and curiosity begins to settle over me. I gasp in shock when his finger slides into my folds, and he begins slowly pumping his finger inside of me, not going very far in, but just far enough to make it feel good. My breathing begins getting shallower as he traces patterns over my clit. I let out a low moan that I had been trying desperately to keep in. He looks down at me, and I feel my cheeks burning crimson. He begins rubbing faster, and I lose control. I moan louder, and my breathing becomes ragged as he continues to finger me.
At this point, I no longer care how loud I'm being. It looks like it's a good thing that Austin's parents weren't here. I feel a tightening in my stomach, and at first, it's an odd feeling, almost like I have to pee. But the tighter it coils, the closer I know I am to orgasming.
I'm about to shoot over the edge, when Austin abruptly moves his finger. I whine in protest. "Austin, what the fuck?!" I yell, annoyance very clear in my tone. He shrugs.
"You didn't let me finish, so now I'm not going to apologize. If you want to continue, I want an apology." He says, becoming arrogant. I glance up at him and note that his eyes are even darker than usual. It gives me a sense of cockiness that I'm the reason he's turned on.
"I'm not apologizing. You so deserved it." I snap back.
"Well, if you're not going to apologize, I'll just have to make you." He says, huskily. Before I even have time to finish to finish processing what he just says, he grabs my hips, spins me around, and crashes his lips to mine. He licks my bottom lip, but I decide to be a tease and refuse.
He growls, and squeezes my ass, making me gasp in surprise. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth. We began battling for dominance, and I feel myself becoming even more turned on. He pulls me completely onto his lap, and his grip on my hips tighten. I moan as one hand slides under my shirt and bra, and begins pinching my nipple. I begin trailing my hand down his torso, feeling his abs, and I prepare to reach my hand down his pants to grab the boner that I feel pressing into my thigh.
Austin grabs my wrists, and holds them above my head. He shakes his head, before grabbing a Bandana and binding my hands together. I look at him in puzzlement, before he pushes me down on the bed roughly. "I told you, I'll make you apologize." he says, before he begins trailing kisses down from my jaw. "Ally, tell me to stop." He says, his mouth nipping at my neck. I remain silent, and watch him intently.
"Ally..." He whispers, as his hands trail up and down my body.
"What if I don't want you to?" I ask feebly. He moans, stops at my shirt, and yanks it off. He unclasps my bra, and begins bitting my nipple, until it hardens. He focuses his attention on the other, before trailing kisses down my stomach, stopping at my shorts. He yanks them down my legs with my underwear as well.
I watch him curiously. He glances at my body for a minute, before moving his head down towards my vagina. I gasp as his tongue plunges into my folds. "Hmm" he murmurs appreciatively. "You're so wet Ally." He says, before moving a finger to once again move inside of me. I moan, and bite my lip slightly. I catch his gaze, just before his tongue begins swirling around my clit. I cry out, and his finger rams inside of me harder. I feel the coil return to my stomach as the pitch of my tone and the sound of my breathing increase. I'm about to cum, when Austin once again removes his hand. I groan in frustration. "Austin, stop teasing!" I complain, my breathing still shallow.
"Ah, but you've been a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished so this mistake is not repeated. I've wanted you like this for so long Ally, and I intend to enjoy every minute of this. I've imagined this scenario a million different ways. I always get what I want, and I want you." He says, before crawling on top of me and kissing me again. I try to remove the Bandana to no avail. I'll just add knot-tying to the long list of things Austin is good at.
He repeats the previous activities twice more before I am so turned on that I am sure I'm going to kill someone if I don't get what I want. "OK, ok, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I teased you, turned you on, and left you like that. Now I know what a light switch must feel like. Will you just fuck me already?" I ask, my voice slightly high pitched. He raises an eyebrow.
"Well now, that wasn't a very good apology. I expected much better from you Dawson."
"What's it going to take for you to stop teasing?"
"I want you to beg."
"Beg for what, exactly?"
"Beg for me to fuck you."
"Austin, please, just fuck me already."
"Fuck it, you can work on your begging skills later." He growls, before yanking his pants off. He lines up at my entrance, before he resumes kissing me.
"Are you sure about this?" He asks, concern crossing his face. I simply nod, before he slowly pushes into me. I moan at the same time he lets out a low groan. "Fuck Ally, you're so tight."
He continues to slide into me, at a slow pace. But that's not what I want.
"Will you unbind me now?" I squeak, my climax slowly building. He pauses, before quickly unbinding my wrists. He resumes, and I wrap my legs around his torso. He moans, and picks up the pace. I moan loudly, and his pace picks up even more. I began feeling the coil for the fifth time, and I move my hips to meet each of his thrusts. His grip on my hips is deadly, and will most likely leave marks, but at this point I have no cares in the world.
He rams into me, and I moan louder than ever. "I know, baby." He says, his lips returning to mine, our breathing ragged. I move my lips to his neck, and bite down hard. He moans loudly, his face showing his need for release. His pace moves to the point where I can't even tell when he's out of me, and a wave of euphoria crashes over me. Stars cloud my vision. "Austin..." I moan, as I fall over the edge.
"Ally!" he moans, before he finds his release as well. We ride out our highs together, our gazes locked together. "That, was hot." He says, before giving me a peck on the lips. I just had sex with my best friend, and I don't regret a single moment of it.