Morning Wood - Sex Stories

Morning Wood

She gasped when I brushed my hand over her nipple -- As much from surprise as from pleasure, I think. We were both half-asleep, lounging in bed. She was an old friend from high school, visiting home for the weekend from her out-of-state college. We were planning to spend the day together, but she had shown up around 7am after her train got in, and I normally didn't get up until noon on the weekends. In high school we had been pretty close. Though we never dated, we slept in the same bed a few times at all-night parties. So when I suggested we climb back into bed for a few hours, she didn't bat an eye. She took off her sweater and pants and climbed under the blankets. She snuggled up with her back against me for warmth, and I put my arm over her. I was wearing boxers, and she was just wearing underwear and a thin tank top. For a few hours, we did just sleep, but I became increasingly aware of her body. She was a bit shorter than me, very slender with small boobs -- In high school she didn't even wear a bra most of the time. I remembered one time I caught a peek down her shirt as she bent over in front of me, and I could clearly see her nipple. Thinking about that, and with her body pressed up against me, I started to get hard. I tried not to move at all, hoping she couldn't feel my growing erection pressed into her ass, between the swell of her cheeks, though it seemed pretty obvious to me. So far, she hadn't reacted at all, and her breathing was deep and even. Eventually, ...

... it was too much for me. I lightly ran my hand up her side, touching her breast, brushing my fingers over her nipple. I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I would get, but her sudden intake of breath was followed by a slow exhale. Figuring that sounded like a positive reaction, I kept moving my hand up and wrapped it over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. She responded by leaning back into me, putting more pressure on my cock. Feeling more bold, I slid my hand back down her chest, brushing over her nipple again. This time her reaction left me no doubt. She moaned softly, and reached up to grab my hand, cupping her breast. I could feel her hardening nipple pressing against my palm through her shirt. I pressed my hips forward, and she responded by grinding into me. The feeling of my cock pressed against her, separated only by the thin fabric of our underwear, was turning me on even more. I slid my hand out from beneath hers, giving her nipple one more graze before moving down. Her tank top ended a few inches above her panties, and her skin was hot. I ran my hand along her hipbone, and then under the elastic. Her breath quickened as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and she spread her legs slightly to let me reach further. Moving past her bush, I found she was already wet. My middle finger slipped easily between her lips, and she gasped as I teased her opening. My cock was pressed between her cheeks, swelling at the sensation of us grinding against each other. As she ...