Come Irene

Come Irene

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Dan endures another night of wishing he was with his dream girl Irene and all the things he would love to do to her.

Summary

Dan endures another night of wishing he was with his dream girl Irene and all the things he would love to do to her.

Content

Submitted: March 25, 2018

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Content

Submitted: March 25, 2018

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Come Irene

 

Scratching my balls, I stand in the doorway of this thinly walled apartment with sleep in my eye wearing only my pajama pants. Fuck! They leave the damn bedroom door open again and the light on this time.  The bed squeaks every second with each clapping thrust of their young flesh meeting.  Their mingled moans announce how good the effort is.

My problem, besides wanting to go pee in peace, is I can’t even pretend shock as I blatantly gawk at Jake’s sweaty backside gyrating forward into the thick ass on Irene Wolkins, my dream girl.  Her medium brown hair wrapped around my buddy’s fist locks her in place for a moment while kneeling behind her beautiful bum in the air.  He changes positions for the better soon. 

Her tanned skin simply glows with sweat along with specs of glitter.  Immediately my thoughts go to a nymph in a forest of sheets instead of green grasses.  Irene falls on her back with a groan at how roughly Jake handles her.  She never minds it according to her playful grin.  Her hands trail up her short legs and separate her slender ankles above her head.  For only a second, do I glimpse the prize.  Her glistening cunt so small swiftly overwhelmed by Jake’s dick stretching it as he shoves in. 

Her jade eyes find me there in the hallway powerless to look away.  Irene does not scream insults at me for the perv I am.  She doesn’t seem upset at all that I’m there longing for her.  Strangely, she smiles at me as she gets plowed by my roommate.  I lick my lips while somehow filling with more lust for her than I ever do.

Irene and Jake only hooked-up when horny or not dating other people.  So on average, it happens about twice a month.  The two of them have been friends with these sort of benefits since high school.  I don’t understand why they never leap at being more to each other.  Nonetheless, Jake could be a greedy prick.  Most consider him the pretty boy with his perfect skin and smile that helps him climb into plenty of willing snatch.

Irene is the other factor.  She never dates anyone long.  Despite having a lack of commitment to boyfriends, she’s a great girl to hang-out with on the weekend.  With a funny sense of humor, she laughs at my lame jokes and never takes herself seriously.  Often she finds flaws in herself like her stubby legs or tiny tits, but in both, I see only perfection.  Smart as a whip, Irene argues circles around Jake and the rest of us on politics, sports or celebrity gossip.  Do I mention she has a killer body I fuck every night in my dreams?  What more can a man want? 

Yeah, I have it bad for Irene from day one in meeting her freshman year at university.  She never looks at me or any of the guys in a romantic way.  Oh, she flirts with us, but she does that with everyone she likes.  It’s a part of her southern charm.  Irene means nothing by it, and we all see her as one of the guys. 

Besides, no one ever messes with Jake’s girls especially Irene.  He warns us off her early without really explaining why that is.  Maybe at the back of Jake’s mind, he knows how wonderful she is and holds out the hope she will feel more for him someday?  Nah, that would imply the prick has something of a heart, which we all know he doesn’t.  He’s just greedy. 

Senior year is nearly over.  We all share plans for the future which involve moving back to our respective parts of the world.  Mike heads back to the mid-west since his dad has a job waiting for him.  Jake and Irene consider staying put.  Florida is home for them.  They love it here. 

Part of me desires to remain, too.  Instead of heading back to the northeast to be closer to family, I prefer to linger where Jake does.  The lucky bastard grabs Irene behind her legs and presses her down into his bed.  I wish my hard sausage that I stroke in my pajama pants is the one brutally fast, pumping her juicy little cunt right now.  I wish to make her cum for me crying out my name in her breathy voice, but Jake’s staying power is too brief.  He cums dumping his jizz way early!  Breathing deeply, he rolls over on his side with his back to Irene.  In no time, he’s snoring.  Selfish prick!

Still, on her back, Irene’s legs no longer are spread in the air.  Her feet rest on the bed, but her legs do not obscure the view of her swollen little pussy or pink clit she rubs as I stroke my cock.  In fact, I cannot believe we mirror the increasing speed to get off.  Our rushed breathing sounds around us with Jake’s snores.  Each of us moans softly for we are nearly there until the front door bangs open with the laughter of our other roommate Mike and his friend.  Instantly, I retreat to the bathroom and hear the other door shut to Jake’s room. 

I release the pee I’ve been holding trying my best to aim at the commode despite my boner.  Once done, I take a cold shower to calm my blood and then retreat to my room.  Stripping off my towel, I get under the clean sheets.  I have a semi now as I stroke it absently.  It’s crazy what I was doing in the hall while watching Irene have sex with my roommate, but I want to do it again.  Hell, I want to be Jake! 

My thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of moaning next door.  Mike apparently brought home someone to fuck by the knocking sound of the headboard against the wall.  He put in some work for the last ten minutes, so most likely the ladyfriend was a cougar wanting the back knocked outta that thang.  Mike has his share of the rent he owed and older ladyfriends happy to help him out.  By the sound, he would have that debt covered by morning.  Putting in my earbuds without sound and tossing my extra pillow over my head, I try to go to sleep not thinking about everyone else having sex with a real girl but me. 

Being average with such good-looking friends is hard whenever we hit the bar or the club.  Girls think I’m more weird than cute which puts them off.  Maybe I am off in my own little world where no real girl can measure up.  It’s one where Irene rules anyway.  Because she does, I will not be getting any action except at my own hands. 

In my dreams though, I can see Irene and feel her all I desire. She slips under the covers with me and folds them down over her naked shoulders. Her pretty jade eyes gaze inside mine, and I am happily lost as she licks around the head of my throbbing love loaf.  In my hands, I hold her silky hair back so that she can focus on what’s important.

With a hiss, I awaken just as she’s about to suck my hard rod further into her warm mouth.  Looking at my door, I pull the earbuds from my ears.  I hear it creak open and then shut.  I sit up on my elbows in surprise of who has joined me.  The shadow of a body approaches me and reaches small hands for the stubble on my face in the dark. 

“Irene,” I breathe getting excited as I smell her arousal.  The scent of peaches and sex is intense.  I breathe her deeply as her hair rushes in my face, wondering if this is a dream within a dream as I reach to touch her.  Her skin is smooth but chilled.  Sitting up in the middle of my bed, I drag her into my arms, and she comes straddling me with my help as I wrap my arms around her naked body to warm her.

“Shhh,” she says quietly with her fingertips at my lips.  I kiss each one before her thumb caresses my lips alone.  Her lips follow where her touch was. 

Something so simple sends shocks through me.  My cock is painfully rigid and in need of relief that only she may give me.  “Mmmm,” I groan wanting to know for so long the taste of her honey lips and getting it.  Reveling in the sweetness that she is to me, I moan again and press her body against mine.  Her nipples are rocks on my chest, and I feel her chest rise and fall faster than before.

Jake never kisses her.  Not once but I do.  Our tongues meet and tangle while our hands knead into the other’s flesh.  My heart races like my breath when she gasps with a grip on my shoulders that’s almost painful at her digging nails.  I do not care because she guides herself down on my cock.

“Oh, Dan, it’s huge,” she whispers after managing to work the head inside her opening.  It seems too impossibly small even as my cock leaks with pre-cum.  “Play with my clit,” she tells me, and so I do only to realize that my cock isn’t in her pussy that leaks steadily.  It’s going in her tight ass.

“Fuck!” I groan when an inch of me slips in her bum.  My thumb works her clit in circles, and my fingers massage her wet cunt.  As I continue, she relaxes and takes more of me in her ass until I can go no further.

Irene hangs on to me by the shoulder and begins to lift and lower herself up and down my rod while I still play with her slit and clit.  Throwing her head back, she works her way along my cock.  I’m in love with the twerking she’s doing.

“Use me!” I groan in encouragement.

Irene’s ass is soon slapping down into my lap when she comes gushing on my banging fingers curved deep in her tight pussy and kisses me to prevent the cry she releases. 

“Oh, fuck, Dan, that was incredibly good,” she whispers with her forehead leaning against my head as she tries to catch her shuddering breath.  I embrace her and lower her back to the bed the wrong way.

“It’s not over yet,” I declare as I break away from her hold in favor of spreading her legs in a “v.”  Slowly I work my way in and out of her ass so tightly gripping me.  This angle helps me penetrate her better.  The sounds she makes as I do only proves it to me.

Soon, I bend her at the waist, releasing her legs and turn the lower half of her body while pushing her legs together.  I grit my teeth at how tight that subtle change feels on my cock.  Only a few pumps like this can I stand before the urgency to cum again swarms me.  Irene sounds like she has lost her breath especially when she finds herself on her stomach with a pillow beneath it.  I am deep in her ass with almost every inch I can spare and have not left it once.  All the positions are what I seek as sweat rains down from me like a shower.  This is the most vivid dream of us I have ever encountered.

“Oh my God!” she whispers as if she’s hoarse, and her whole body trembles and her muscles seize on my cock as she cums again.  “Dan!”

“I’m coming, too, Irene,” I whisper back with a kiss on her ear.  My fists rest on either side of her giving me leverage to fill her ass deep with me in it.  Just when I feel I am about to come, I scramble to pull out.  Ropes of jizz jet out of me like a supersoaker gun all over her thick ass.  What cum I find, I rub into her soft skin as I grope her juicy bubble bum.

I roll to the side and face Irene.  Only shadow do I see while breathing roughly, but I find her face.  My fingers offer the tender stroke of her hair while she tries to breathe normally.  Getting up after a few moments of recovery, I carry her to the shower with me.  She does not protest.

I do not want this to end.  Not yet or ever.  The harsh light of the bathroom turns on, and there she is before me on her feet.  My green-eyed dream girl looks flushed like the delectable fucking peach she is. 

We stare at each other for a minute until I lean down to kiss her again.  So soft each of her lips is as I brush them with mine.  It is the way I always imagine I do in dreams.  My hands are shaking in her silky hair.  With all my will, I make them stop.  I want to say so much.  I can’t help myself.  I am caught up in this moment of wanting something I can’t have.

Everything that is on my heart for the last four years I’ve watched her, spent time with her, loved her as I know no one else ever will, feels on the edge of my tongue.  Instead of flowing in the emotions that want me to go there and ruin this moment all by saying anything at all, I pull away.  My breathing is rushing harshly, like hers, and I turn on the shower.  Entering the bathtub that begins to steam, I slide the opaque blue shower curtain to the side and coax her inside with me by a nod. 

My words burning inside me are silenced by my fingers washing her heart-shaped face clear down to her purple-painted toes.  My shampoo lathers her hair.  I touch every curve of her petite body, down the valley of her mini-peaks, through the smooth lips nestled at the top of her short legs.  I finger her sweet cunt and even languish to suck on it the way Jake never does. 

I know his cum was inside it, yet I’ve cleaned her well.  I want to taste her cumming on my tongue just in case I never have this chance again.  Her cries are soft in the shower with her leg lifted to the side of the tub to help me get closer to my work of swirling tongue through her depths and sucking her clit until she comes.  I don’t know if she laughs or cries but feeling her tremble in my arms until she calms down is the best feeling in the world.

My body is nothing like Jake’s.  I'm graced with height but am slender with mild muscle tone.  I’ve never been one to go to the gym like my roommate does three days a week.  Never want to get laughed outta the joint.  I do have weights that I use to do some curls with every morning from the comfort of my bedroom.  I also do about 50 push-ups and 50 sit-ups every morning.  Not much but it’s something I tell myself. 

Her jade eyes do not look disappointed over my lean nakedness even as she soaps up my semi-hard cock like she has the rest of me.  When she takes the limp root in her mouth, I am no more good.  With my fingers in her hair, I moan liberally at the interchanges between sucking and coasting those full lips of hers along my rod.  After the trip along her lips and tongue from base to tip more times than I can count, I’m as hard as a pole.  Her hands stroke me up and down faster and faster as she sucks at my head trying to draw the cum out of it.  I reward her with it for the second time today and feel unsteady on my feet. 

After rinsing off the sweat and cum we share, we climb out of the shower.  We dry each other off, and I wrap her in Jake’s towel.  I kiss her one last time and then separate from her.  Our hands link by one finger before I go off to my room and her to Jake’s.  I sleep like a baby for the rest of the night.  When I wake in the morning, I wonder after the dream that leaves me oddly satisfied unlike any other. 

Making my way to my business ethics class, Irene stands in the kitchen wearing one of Jake’s shirts as usual.  The light behind her shows her silhouette revealing her nakedness beneath.  My heart beats rapidly at the sight of her sexy smile and tousled hair beyond the tops of her shoulders.  She hands me my travel mug and sneaks a peck on my cheek.

“Thanks for last night, dingus.  I look forward to doing you again very soon.”  Irene winks at me before she sashays away.

In a stunned daze, I watch her disappear back into Jake’s room.  I walk out the front door but then smirk at the confidence she gives me.  And hope!  Maybe dreams can really come true!

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