Deborah - Sex Stories

Deborah

... find her own way up, I’m off to fucking bed’. She looked as though she was about to fall asleep right there on the floor, so I gently tapped her with my foot to get her attention. ‘Deborah’ I said firmly ‘You have to go up to bed now, you can’t stay there’. She looked at me with that same stupid grin on her face and burbled some more. I lent in so my face was level with hers. ‘Bed. Upstairs. Go.’ She wasn’t listening. ‘Fine’ I said ‘Stay there if you want’. I turned and headed off to my room. ‘Eeeaaaah!’ I turned back at the noise. Deborah had squealed at me and was crawling on her hands and knees after me; she had an angry look on her face. ‘No, you have to go up to your own room’ I said, pointed in the opposite direction, but she just shook her head and crawled past me, through my open door and into my room. I stood still in exasperation for a moment and followed her inside. She had crawled up to my bed and was now lying with her face buried in the blankets and her arse sticking up in the air; her dress had ridden up so her lime green knickers were on full display. ‘Christ’ I thought ‘What do I do now?’ I couldn’t just let her fall asleep, but I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my room either. I reached forward and put my hand on her shoulder but she grunted in annoyance and shrugged it away. ‘ Great’ I thought ‘I was just minding my own business and now I’ve got a pissed up girl lying across my bed, arse on display, who won’t leave me alone and will be comatose in the ...

... next few seconds’. I paused for a moment, just stood still, and let the thought bounce around my head. I still had her fucking shoes in one hand so I dropped them next to the bed. I went over to my Playstation and turned it off, then sat at my desk chair, turning it around so that I was facing Deborah’s arse. I’d thought about her in a couple of sex scenarios recently when I was beating off, although both of those had involved her being awake (and me spanking her bare cheeks for being so irritating while she begged me to fuck her bum-hole). I stared at her knicker-clad arse for a minute or so, trying to decide how, and if, I could turn the situation from being annoying as hell to being something….well, something else. Involving a fuck. ‘OK. Her boyfriend’s upstairs, but he must be dead to the world if he didn’t hear that squeak she made, so he won’t bother me. My girl’s away and I’d never thought about cheating, but this is about as unique a situation as I’ll ever get. If I don’t at least get a look at the goods I’ll regret it. There, look but don’t touch, nothing wrong with that, just make sure she doesn’t wake up. Is she even asleep?’ As if on cue Deborah began to snore softly, signalling she was now fast asleep. I put my still-nagging conscience to one side, got up out of my chair and went over to kneel directly in front of her arse. Her dress had fallen back down to her thighs, so I very, very slowly and softly took hold of the hem with both hands and lifted it back up, ...