Chapter 74 Vignette 68
The movie’s laughter track had barely faded when the room went black.
Lisa blinked into the sudden darkness. “Uh… did we just lose power?”
Daniel groaned. “Yeah. And don’t get your hopes up… I’m no electrician. We’ll have to wait for someone in the morning.”
She wrapped the throw blanket tighter around herself, shivering at the cold that crept in. “So… what now?”
“I guess… go to bed?” He shrugged, though she couldn’t see it. “You can take the guest room.”
“I’m not sleeping alone in the dark,” she said instantly, her voice firm despite the playful lilt. “I’m staying in your room. Just for tonight.”
He sighed, but didn’t argue.
Upstairs, his bedroom smelled faintly of cedar and clean laundry. They both flopped onto his bed… not under the covers, just sprawled across it, side by side.
They talked for a while about old classmates, Lisa’s nosy aunt, Daniel’s disaster of a family reunion. Her laughter filled the dim room, but after a while, the conversation fizzled into comfortable silence.
“Tell me a story,” she said suddenly.
Daniel turned his head toward her. “Nope.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because,” he said with mock seriousness, “the only kind of stories I know are the kind that… might make things weird.”
Her curiosity sharpened. “Weird how?”
“They’re… naughty.”
She grinned in the faint moonlight through the curtains. “I’m not a kid, Daniel. I can handle it.”
He hesitated, eyes searching hers for a trace of doubt. Finally, he sighed. “Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
His voice dropped into a slower rhythm, his words painting the scene in the quiet air between them.
“A true life story.”
She nodded, attentive with her mind… and body.
“Well, I hope you remember Jason, my first ever roommate in College.”
He paused.
Then continued.
“One day, I slept on my bed. On our bed. Since Jason and I shared one. But in my sleep I kept on hearing moaning sounds. Fast-clapping sounds. And even groans.
But I was too tired to open my eyes or even turn around.
But then the creaking sound of the bed became louder and rougher. I had to force my eyes open to check what was happening near me.”
He paused, as if waiting for her to guess what it was.
But Lisa said nothing. She just stared at him in the half-light.
So, he continued.
“I turned around and the first thing my eyes met… holy shit… the first thing my eyes met was Jason fucking the hottest bitch in college, right in front of me.”
Lisa gasped. “What?!”
“Not just a fuck, but a ball-deep fuck.”
“Damn!” She exclaimed.
“He only had a singlet on while she was nearly stark naked with only a dark G-string which was obviously shifted to the side to not come in between his dick and her pink sweet-looking pussy.
He continued, “the split second his dick was only half inside her, I witnessed his fat cock behind covered in creampie. Sweet ones. Her ass was big. Very big. And the way he held it in his palm like he wanted to grip all of the soft cheeks.”
Lisa only smirked at his choice of words, trying to play it cool. But the more he spoke, the lower and slower his voice seemed to get, the syllables dragging like warm honey.
She told herself it was just a story… nothing more… yet each image he painted seemed to settle somewhere between her legs, curling deep in her pussy, trailing up her spine.
Her body shifted without her realizing. The mattress dipped slightly toward him.
Stop it, Lisa. He’s “just” talking.
But her breathing betrayed her… shallower now, in sync with the rhythm of his voice. Even the darkness seemed to lean in.
“Her tits were so huge. And the way it pressed to his chest made my cock hard like she already sat on it.”
Lisa crossed her legs under the blanket, the movement meant to be casual but feeling deliberate. Her fingers found the hem of her hoodie, tugging it down, not because it had ridden up… but because she was acutely aware of his gaze flickering toward her in the half-light as he continued the story.
He hadn’t moved closer, but she already imagined him coming closer to her with the hard cock, just as he described in the story.
Oops!
When he paused to search for the next words, the silence felt almost heavy, as if the room itself was waiting.
Lisa swallowed, forcing her attention back to the safety of his voice, to the thread of the story… but the words had become tangled with something else now.
Something she couldn't speak of.
Her pulse quickened. So did her pussy.
And she had the sudden, absurd thought that if the lights came back on now, it might ruin everything.
She quietly slipped her hand inside her shorts, then her fingers found her pussy, gently tapping on the liquids dripping off.
This is ridiculous. He’s just Daniel. Just Daniel.
Her mind tried to catalog all the reasons she shouldn’t feel this way… they were friends, they’d known each other too long, he probably didn’t even see her like that. But the reasons felt flimsy, paper-thin against the low rumble of his voice.
He spoke like nothing was out of place, like he wasn’t stringing together sentences that painted heat and shadows and forbidden images in her head.
Her toes curled under the blanket. Stop picturing it, Lisa.
Daniel shifted, leaning back into the headboard, the movement casual… but it left his arm stretched along the pillow behind her. He didn’t touch her, yet the nearness felt intentional.
Every time she thought he might wrap up the story, he didn’t. Instead, he found another detail to add, each one sliding past her defenses.
Her mind whispered, You should go to your own room, but her body was anchored here, pussy clenching like she wanted him to stick his fingers and wet tongue in it.
She laughed once, lightly, to break the tension… but he just glanced at her and kept going, his voice dipping lower, as if he was talking to her alone in the whole world.
This isn’t fair.
And the worst part? He didn’t even seem to notice what he was doing to her. Or maybe… maybe he did.
A light shallow gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively dipped her hands inside her pussy, thrusting surreptitiously at first.
But the thrusts increased and roughened as the sensation deepened.
She started circling her hips on the bed, in a swift motion. Her moans slightly louder. Her sounds were barely hidden in Daniel's voice.
Then he paused for a second to listen.
“What's that sound?” He asked, putting his ear down to listen.
Lisa immediately drew her hand out of her pussy.
Silence.
Her heart pounded, realizing she'd just messed up.
“Lisa,” he called, trying to get a glimpse of her silhouette. “are you okay?”
“Uh…, yeah.” She responded quickly. Too quick.
“Maybe I should let you sleep now.” He turned to the other side and draped the covers over him. “Goodnight, Lisa.”
She muttered a faint Goodnight under her breath and tucked herself under the covers too.
Then conflicting thoughts reeled in her mind.
To either open up to Daniel… or fuck herself right beside him.
If she went with the second option, she would definitely get caught.
But for the first option? It was risky. Completely out of the question.
But she wished it wasn't.
She clutched the sheets tight, fingers wrinkling the spot like it would help stop her pussy from swelling.
She pressed her lips together, breath unsteady and loud. Loud enough for Daniel to hear.
She told herself it would be over in the morning. That the night would feel shorter if she slept.
So she made an attempt to sleep.
She closed her eyes but they only moved rapidly under her eyelids, trying to shut off every thought of Daniel fucking her.
But that didn't work.
In fact it worsened.
She could now see the clear visuals of Daniel walking up to her with a bulgy print on his pants, a smirk that whispered “sex”.
She thought it was still her imagination when a cock pressed on her back.
But no.
It was reality.
A fucking reality.
She turned sharply.
And Daniel’s face was above hers, erect cock still pressing to her back.
Her breath hitched.
And her mouth opened. But he quickly cupped it in his hand.
“Shh… I know this is what you want.” He pressed his cock tighter to her back and she moaned, breath hitting his palm. “And I'll give it to you. However you want.”
He released her mouth to hear her speak.
“But this is wrong,” she whispered, more breath than voice.
“None of us would speak of this night immediately it's morning. And no one else would find out that we fucked each other.”
She hesitated like her heart wasn't rejoicing.
Then nodded and turned around.
And that was how they went on so many rounds all night, his long, veiny cock stretching her swollen pussy like she was a slut.