Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 8.4

"Hey guys, this new job is really bad, not the dream job I thought it would be, but even though I'm completely exhausted by the end of the day in every way you can imagine, I felt like I needed to really keep a pace of writing again. I'm almost done with this book and already have ideas for the 4th, but unlike my job where I see no overall goal, no end in site other than I may quit it or get fired, whichever comes first, I feel that as long as I work hard on this and keep moving forward, maybe I can accomplish something with all of my hard work."

Zach was on his bed, laying on his stomach facing the tv looking rather bored, Matt was sitting on the one chair at Zach’s desk acting as proper as he could, Anthony was practically out cold on the floor on the other side of the bed, well I figured he was out cold since all I saw was his feet and he wasn’t moving. Finally, Carlos was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching intently at the television, the feeling of being purposely ignored starting to grow. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking but the first thing I did was walk up next to Carlos and sat down right next to him, lightly leaning against him as I sat feeling off balance because I was still high as a kite.

Even my body pressed up on his for the few seconds it did, didn’t get a reaction, I didn’t know if I was disappointed that he didn’t react or worried about what I may try to instigate. I was in a bad place in my mind, the constant arousal, coming over, the worry, the anxiety, the pot and the need for escape from it all, even for a moment. All of these things drove me to think and want such terrible things that I was deeply struggling within myself to deny because of where I thought it was going to lead me. My horniness was the thing that caused all of my problems but at the same time it was the one thing that would make them go away, even for just a while.

I rested my head on Carlos’ shoulder and I could almost feel his shoulders rise as he took a deep breath, followed by his head turning towards me and the feeling of his noise brushing through my hair as I could only believe he was smelling it. I’d be surprised if he could smell anything but all the pot smoke in the room but if he did, he probably would have smelled the shampoo he knew so well in my bathroom. I put a hand on his thigh and gently rubbed my palm on him slowly, back and forth. I knew no one else could really see what I was doing and even if Zach could, he was probably so out of it that I could have walked in naked and he probably wouldn’t have noticed, or believed what he was seeing.

But Carlos didn’t move, didn’t move his hand to touch me, didn’t say a word, just sat there with my hand on his leg and at the moment I really wished I knew what he was thinking. I squeezed a bit firmer, thinking maybe he just wasn’t registering what I was doing and thought I had to be a little less subtle and a little bit more aggressive. Still nothing, and for some reason all the questioning I had of whether this was right or wrong went out the window, as now, it sort of became my mission to turn him on and tease me to be as turned on as I was right now. So, I thought I would do the obvious, I slipped my hand upwards and over finding the zipper to his jeans and started slowly sliding them down, I could feel his breathing start to quicken and smiled.

Thankfully for having such small hands, I reached over and slipped my right hand through the opening, into his boxers and felt his already hard, warm cock touch my skin. I wasn’t surprised, I knew exactly what I was doing and what I was looking for and this wasn’t the first I ever touched, not to mention it wasn’t the first time I ever touched his and wrapped my fingers around it hearing him gasp as I gently squeezed it. I could not hear, but almost feel as if he was saying something and turned my head slightly to have his mouth next to my ear.

“I knew you were such a slut,” he was talking softly, not that he was talking to me, but almost just speaking his mind and I was there to hear, “I knew that was all you wanted from me.”

It was true, and I would have felt bad if it wasn’t for whatever we were smoking, I should have known what a bad person this was making me, and worse a bad friend, but as soon as that feeling entered, it quickly fluttered away as I began stroking his cock in his jeans.

“Unbutton your shorts, I know you’ve been touching yourself, you practically reek of pussy,” the word reek didn’t hurt me as it probably would have before today, instead it just turned me on more and made me unbutton my shorts and pull the zipper down, the baggy shorts opening wide around my skinny waist exposing that I wasn’t wearing any panties at all.

Carlos put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him and was then able to reach around me and between my legs to tease my pussy. He didn’t touch my clit, didn’t even slip a finger slightly between my lips, just played with the outside of my closed slit as if we were playing a game of who could tease who the most and I had a feeling I was at a great disadvantage. I wanted this, I practically needed this and it almost felt like he could have just easily taken or left it without a single regret knowing that in the end it probably would have made me want him even more.

I slowly pulled his cock out of his pants, the zipper rubbing against the soft skin of my hand, the sudden cool air on his dick making him gasp in my ear, the warm air from his breath turning me on, my idea back firing against me as now I was even more turned on with his cock free for me to see and his mouth now teasing my ear, one of my growing weak points.

He slowly traced his finger to the bottom of my slit and dipped it in as he curled his finger to the top, “put it in your mouth you know you want to,” the tip of his nail slowly scratching against my clit as he said it, the sensations of pleasure running through my body and further numbing the common sense of my mind.

We were around all of our friends, it was bad enough that we may get caught any second now like this, his cock out, my shorts open and pussy on display, now I was going to suck his dick in the same room with 3 other people that I grew up with. But that didn’t stop my body from leaning over, my head inching closer to his lap as the tip found my mouth and his cock began sliding into it and down my throat.

“Ahem” I heard someone clear their throat and immediately turned my head to look up at Carlos, knowing it was Zach that made the sound and thought he caught us, but all I saw from the edge of his bed was the top of his head slightly over it, his hair hanging off of the side.

I didn’t realize in my sudden surprise my throat had tightened around Carlos’ cock and the look on his face was sheer bliss, eyes closed, mouth slightly gaped as I took him completely. He moved his hand up and over me with much easier access now, reached down and without gentleness or subtlety shoved a finger inside of me. My eyes grew large at the sudden invasion, moan unable to escape my lips plugged with his manhood but by my expression alone anyone could tell exactly what I was feeling and like a cue I tried to match him pleasure for pleasure.