When I woke up it was 2 am and both of us had changed positions. We had both decided to lay down in our sleep and were now entwined on the couch. I had woken up because of the heat our bodies were generating was making me sweat. I tried moving but we were so close and his arm and leg were both over me, pinning me down. This was such a sweet position to be in but I was sweating to death. As I wiggled he woke up and froze. He was staring into my eyes but not saying anything, I just stared back not knowing exactly what to do but really wanting to stay close to him. Finally he said, "Is this a dream?" I thought about what my answer should be, "No it's not. I really do enjoy the way we're sleeping here but it's really hot." Immediately he jumped up and the cool air almost gave me goose bumps. He flew into the chair beside the couch. "I'm sorry I was sleeping I don't know what I was doing. I didn't mean to." I finally stopped him offended, "Look I know you didn't want to lay near me or whatever. I just meant I was comfortable except for the heat. Don't worry I didn't think you were interested or anything." He looked at me and cocked his head to the side, "No I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage. I do like you, it's just every time I'm with someone it ends badly." I thought about that. It sounded so much like a blow off. I immediately got up and went up to shower. He didn't say anything to stop me and I didn't feel like getting my feelings hurt any worse so I didn't say anything either. After my shower I put on my sweats and a t-shirt and climbed into bed. At least for the next 24 hours I could sleep.
Just as I was falling asleep I heard a knock on my door. Sleepily I said, "Come in." Sam walked in and sat beside me on the bed. "Look, you're a really great girl and I've been picking up on the fact that you might like me. I would really like to, I don't know, but I meant it when I say the girls I've been with always end up hurt." I was so tired and, to be honest, horny. I hadn't had sex in forever and I really just wanted laid. "Sam. Look, I don't understand exactly what you're saying but here's my perspective. I think you're a really great guy. Yes I'm attracted to you. I don't know about anything else but I like spending time with you and I think having sex with you would be great." I couldn't believe I said it, but I guess in the right circumstances I just say what I'm thinking. He smiled and bent over to kiss me. He put his hands on the side of my face and pressed his soft lips into mine, gently kissing and then tongues mingling. The kiss depended and became more demanding like we were trying to devour each other through our mouths. I ran my hands over his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt. He returned the favor by pulling my t-shirt over my head. It was a contest of who could get the most done without taking your lips off the other person. He began kissing and biting down my jawline and my neck, into my collarbone. By this time he was laying on top of me in the bed, running his hands all over me. He held my breasts and rolled the nipples in between his fingers while his mouth continued to assault my neck and chest. I heard his shoes hit the floor and suddenly he stood up and took off his jeans and underwear. I went to take off my sweatpants and he looked at me shaking his head. I stopped and he pounced on top of me, continuing his assault on my body. He took both my hands and held them above my head with one of his. He began licking and kissing down my body. He sucked on my breasts and then kissed a trail to my naval. His hands were now on my hips making me writhe with desire. He pulled off my sweatpants and kissed down to my clit when he began to suck. I immediately felt as though I was going to come but I didn't want to yet I wanted to make this feeling last. He could apparently tell what I was doing because he stopped and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to make you cum many times tonight." Immediately I let go and that building increased until I was holding his head and screaming his name with my toes curled into the bed and shaking all over. He lifted his head up and suddenly I wasn't tired anymore. I grabbed his face and kissed him forcefully, pushing him down onto the floor. I straddled him while I kissed him and made my way down his body like he had done mine. When I got to his cock I sucked on the head and deep throated him until I almost wanted to gag. I did this over and over, twirling my tongue up, around and over until he arched his back and came into my mouth, which I gladly swallowed. I laid beside him and listened to his breathing right itself again. When he was back to normal I grabbed his cock and started pumping it up and down. Within minutes he was starting to get hard again. I knew this was going to be a fun night for me, even if I never saw him again. We started kissing again and I straddled him with my pussy just above his cock. When he was fully hard I rose up and impaled myself, riding him. It felt so fucking good. I hadn't had sex this good in who knows how long, if ever. He eventually decided he wanted to be on top so he flipped me over and started fucking me harder and faster, all you could hear was skin on skin and moans of delight. Finally I was building to another great orgasm and he told me he was too, when we came at last it was together and we collapsed in each other's arms. Morning came and we were still laying in each other's arms. I didn't know what any of this meant, but it was a great night at the very least.