Message-ID: <4334eli$9709241008@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4334.txt> From: thebear@io.com (The Bear) Subject: Sarah: My Best Friend's Girl (part 1 of 2) mf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199709240713.CAA06259@www-01.io.com> Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by The Bear (thebear@io.com on Wed Sep 24 02:13:22 CDT 1997 -------------------------------------------------------------- Message: Here is Part 1 of my story, "Sarah: My Best Friend's Girl" - I could not fit both parts 1 and 2 i SRMBFG1.TXT ***************************************** The following is a work of fiction involving sexual relationships and activities. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise improper for you to read this, then DON’T READ IT. ***************************************** Sarah: My Best Friend’s Girl (Part One of Two) short fiction by The Bear It was the noise of the deadbolt lock clacking open that woke me. I lay there in my bunk, not moving, listening intently. I heard a scraping sound, the sound of the sliding-bolt skidlock being drawn back. That meant that it was someone inside the room getting ready to go out, because the skidlock could only be opened or closed from inside. It was probably my roommate Tom getting up to take a leak. The door opened, and light from the hallway streamed into the dark room. Then I heard Tom's voice from below me, "Don't take all night," and Sarah's soft reply from the doorway, "I'll hurry." So Sarah was spending the night with us again, or rather with Tom. That probably meant they were both low on cash, because they usually went to a motel. I kept quiet, pretending to be asleep, while I thought over the possibilities. I was lying on my back, and I decided that this would be a good time to change to a better position, while Sarah was gone. I moved clumsily, with small grumbles, as if turning over naturally in my sleep. I must have done a poor job of faking, or else Tom just wanted to talk, because I heard the springs squeak down below as he got out of bed and stood up beside me in the darkness. "You awake?" His face was about a foot and a half away from mine. "Hey, Brian, you awake?" He wasn't going to give up, so I made more fake-sleep motions and opened one eye to look at him. "Whaz? Whurra?" I rolled over completely, now that there was no need to feign sleep. "Whazzup?" "Just Sarah taking a piss. She left the door open. Dumb skid." He shook his head. "Go back to sleep." "Wha time zit?" I was still doing the half-asleep act, in case he cared. "About two A.M.," he told me, sitting back down on his bunk. "Now you gotta be asleep before Sarah gets back, 'cause I wanna get laid." "Gotcha," I told him as I shifted to a comfortable face-down position that just happened to give me an excellent view of the room. I settled down and tried to even out my breathing. I decided that fake snoring would be worse than useless, but at least I could do my best not to sound too wakeful. A few minutes later Sarah was back. Backlit as she was coming through the doorway, I couldn't see much - just a hint of her dark red hair tousled around the silhouette of her head, and an impression that she was wearing something loose and bulky, like a t-shirt and sweatpants. Sarah shut the door, cutting off the hallway glare. I heard her locking the locks, and could detect her faint pale shape as she moved from the doorway into the room. With the door shut, the room's only illumination was from the security light in the parking lot behind the Delta house next door, and from the streetlight across the street - together these leaked through the window-shades and gave the room a ghostly dim light in which only the shapes of light-colored objects could be discerned. "Is Brian awake?" she asked Tom as she came over to the bunk-beds. "Nah, he's fast asleep. Come on, get back in bed ... I've got something here that you want." I could hear the grin in his voice. Probably holding his dick in his hand, the bastard. Sarah stood right next to me, and I let my eyelids ease shut from slitted to fully closed, as I tried my best to breathe like someone who was asleep would breathe. "Yeah, I guess he's crashed. Good thing," her voice softened, "because I am really horny, lover-boy." (Yeah. Lover-boy. She really called him that. Gag me with a shovel.) I could hear sounds of clothing removal, and slitted my eyes open again to see her bent down next to the bed, right below me. Then she straightened to climb into the bed, and I could see the lovely whiteness of her flesh in the darkness - I could even see the round shape of her ass as she moved just a few feet below me, and I yearned to reach out and touch her. I heard movement below. "Why you naughty boy, you're naked," she said to him, and I could imagine what part of him she must be touching. “Mmmm, and so hard, too.” She confirmed what I had imagined. I heard more movements below, the rustling of sheets, then Sarah’s murmured, “Ah, ah, ah, oh yes, oh yes, Oh Yes All the Way.” Then the slippery sound of her wet cunt moving up and down on his cock, a rhythmic squish - pause - squish - pause - squish. Gee, they hadn’t wasted much time on foreplay, had they? My cock was as hard as a bar of steel, and I’m surprised it didn’t poke straight through the mattress. I wiggled my hand down underneath me and pulled it out through the fly of my boxer shorts, but there wasn’t much I could do besides hold it and stroke it very, very slowly - anything else would have made too much noise. Maybe lying face down had not been such a good idea. Tom muttered something about “getting this damned thing off” and suddenly something white sailed out to land on the couch - her t-shirt, I guessed. I pictured her fantastic tits, and tried to think if there was some way that I could see her, now that my eyes were getting used to the dark. Tom and I each had a mirror on the inside of our closet doors, and there was another on the wall near his desk, but none of these were properly positioned for me to see what was going on in the bottom bunk. I couldn’t see, but I sure could hear. Soon after the t-shirt tossing, Sarah began to moan, “squeeze, squeeze.” Then there was a sucking sound, that went on and on as she made low sounds of pleasure, until she murmured, “Now the other side,” and there was a brief pause after which the sounds resumed, increasing in intensity. Oh GOD, he was sucking her tits, probably holding them in his hands, too, while she continued to ride up and down on his cock - I almost yelled for them to stop, it was so frustrating to hear them - but it was tantalizing, too, a savory torture that I wasn’t ready to end yet. I tried to wiggle closer to the wall, hoping that I might see down through the gap between my mattress and springs. And the sounds of lovemaking from below me came to an abrupt halt. SHIT! I froze, hardly even breathing, then remembered that I was supposed to be asleep and tried to make my breathing sound normal. “What was that?” asked Sarah. “Do you think he’s awake?” “Nah, he sleeps like a rock - he just rolled over, he does it all the time.” The bed began to rock slightly, and Tom grunted with effort - probably arching his body to drive his cock up into her, trying to distract her with the sensations of sex. I guess it worked - I didn’t hear any more protest from Sarah, and the rhythmic humping sounds got faster and more frantic, until finally the bed was rocking for real, and I wondered how the hell they expected me to sleep through such a ruckus - then the movement stopped, and Tom was muttering, “yeah, yeah,” as Sarah oohed and aahed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he’d just shot his wad, and was pumping his come up into her pussy even then. I was so jealous, I hoped that all of his come and her juices would drip down on his balls and glue their short curlies together, trapping them in the act of sex. Then I dropped that in favor of the hope that Sarah would get up and walk naked around the room so that I could see her. Then I just hoped that they would quit snuggling and cooing and go to sleep so that I could sneak out to the bathroom and jerk off. And that is what finally happened. *********************************** Copyright 1997 by The Bear. You may copy and distribute this file for personal use but not for financial gain. This file may be archived only if access to the archive is truly free and does not require any special membership or passwords. If I’m not making any money from this work, neither should you. All other rights reserved. ************************************ ____________________________________________ realname: The Bear ____________________________________________ username: thebear@io.com ____________________________________________ note: ANONYMOUS MAIL FORM - The purpose of this form is to allow a means of semi-anonymous mailing until I get all of the Nymserver/remailer stuff figured out. This form lets me bounce the message through the form-handling gizmo at my secondary ISP and (I hope) strip out all of the origination info. I hope this form-message isn't too much of an annoyance for you to read - I'll try to get the remailer stuff figured out ASAP so I can send real mail anonymously. ____________________________________________ subject: Sarah: My Best Friend's Girl (part 1 of 2) mf ____________________________________________ recipient: celeste801@aol.com, story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us, thebear@io.com ____________________________________________ Submit: Submit ____________________________________________ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /