All the girls collectively laughed. “That must've been some dream,” Brittany chimed in.
An image of Blake's body against mine flashed across my eyes. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, standing up and wrapping my robe tightly around my skin.
“So who was he?” Crystal asked.
“Who what?” I replied, walking into the bathroom and turning on the light.
“Oh come on, you were moaning in bed like it was your first time,” Jennifer said.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, brushing my hair. I tried not to react but the red embarrassment flooded my face. “I guess I don't remember,” I replied, closing the bathroom door to their shrieking laughter.
I sat down on the toilet with my head in my hands. Having a sex dream for all my friends to see had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. At least they didn't know it was Blake who I dreamed about. I wouldn't hear the end of it.
After the girls had changed and packed up their stuff, I lead them downstairs to say goodbye. Blake was waiting at the foot of the stairs, sipping on coffee. “You girls have a nice night?” he asked in his deep voice.
“Of course,” Brittany said, passing him.
I stared at him with daggers in my eyes. Why was he being so obvious? He wouldn't be acting this way if my mother was around.
“Thanks for coming over, girls,” I said, opening the door for them.
“Bye, Isa,” Carly said.
“Thanks for the sleepover,” Brittany said.
“Call me later,” Crystal added.
“Sweet dreams.” Jennifer winked at me.
I shut the door and walked past Blake, giving him a furious glance. I went back up to my room and lay down on the bed. Why did I dream about him? It was wrong.
More importantly, why did he lust after my friends and not me?
That day, I did my best to keep my distance from Blake. I avoided him out of anger and not wanting that image of his cock back in my head. How big was he really?
Whatever I did that day, I couldn't help but think of Blake.
“Hey Blake, I'm going out with some friends. I'll be home late.”
A voice came from the living room. “All right, be safe.”
That was a lie. I didn't really have any plans. In fact, I couldn't face my friends after that embarrassing morning. I drove around town, eating dinner in my car and ended up seeing a movie.
I returned home around 11 pm after aimlessly driving for hours. I expected the house to be silent but when I entered, I could hear a conversation upstairs. I stood at the base of the stairs, straining my ears to hear. Faint moaning was coming from my mom and Blake's bedroom. I quietly sneaked up the stairs, carefully avoiding any squeaky boards.
The moans increased as I got closer. I could discern a male and female voice. My mind instantly went to one of my friends fucking Blake.
Which one of my friends would've stabbed me in the back?
The door to the master bedroom was creaked open and light spilled into the dark hallway. Like a ninja, I crept closer and closer. I peered through the crack to see the TV on and a porn movie playing on the screen. A busty teen was getting pounded from behind.
I peeked over to see Blake laying in bed shirtless. His legs were spread and he was pumping his cock so hard. I looked away for a second, thinking I was seeing something forbidden. A warmness grew between my thighs. I glanced through the open door again, watching in secret, Blake pleasuring himself.
The same thing kept running through my head: why doesn't Blake want me?
I was going to change his mind. He would be mine tonight.
I flung open the door. Blake face turned from ecstasy to pure shock. He fumbled around for the sheets and covered himself. Then grabbed for the remote, turning off the TV.
“What are you doing?” I said innocently.
Blake was speechless. I'd only ever called him by his name before. “Oh nothing, Isa,” he replied.
There was no hiding his raging boner pitching a tent under the sheets.
I strutted over to bed, never breaking eye contact with him. I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled my big butt out of them. I pulled my blouse over my head, leaving just my black bra and panties on. Blake's eyes looked me up and down, taking in all my curves. He licked his lips and a devilish grin appeared.
Come over here, little girl,” he said, curling his finger inwards.
I jumped on the bed and straddled Blake. His cock under the sheets pulsed against my pussy. Blake's hands traveled up my body, meeting my voluptuous breasts. I unhooked my bra, unleashing my massive mounds. Blake's eyes went wide before he cupped them and buried his face in my chest.