Wild pleasure short erotic stories

Karen giggled wildly as she and her best friend Nick stumbled into bed.

The sounds of the party going on behind them were muted... mostly because the vast majority of people had already left. Fortunately, given her drunken state, she didn't have to drive anywhere since the party was at her and her roommate's house... and it also meant that she could offer Nick a bed to sleep in and since he was even more trashed than she was that was definitely a blessing.

She hated to think that he'd try to drive and get himself hurt or into trouble... and it would be nice to have someone to sleep next to. Every once in awhile she just missed cuddling up to someone.

"Oh fuck, the light," she sighed, and she pushed herself up off the bed as Nick wormed to one side. Turning it off she stumbled back to the soft mattress and fell down.

"Mind if I take off my jeans?" slurred Nick.

Karen laughed. "Sure, as long as you're wearing something underneath them!" "Uuummmm... boxers!" Nick said gleefully. Karen laughed again.

She pulled off her bra from underneath her t-shirt, thankful that she'd already changed pants so that she didn't have to deal with any other clothing now that there was someone else in the room with her.

Lying down, she scooted close to Nick and curled up on his shoulder. "Oooo that's dangerous you know," he teased, just as he had been doing all night.

"Oh shut it," she replied, biting her best friend’s shoulder. They'd always been like this, close and teasing. Not quite like brother and sister, but just the best of friends and close in a way that made anyone they dated

very jealous.

"No really," he said, his body tilting ever so slightly towards hers, a new kind of heat in his voice that she hadn't ever heard there before,

"Dangerous…” As she turned her head to try to see the expression on his face from the dim light that was sneaking in past her curtains, Nick leaned forward and kissed her.

Karen was rather in shock, and her lips parted automatically for him to deepen the kiss, even though her mind was saying 'What on earth?'... her body responded automatically.

She kissed him back, the alcohol fizzing through her veins as she felt a sensation of tingling excitement between her thighs.

He pulled away from her lips and began kissing down her neck. Sanity restored itself.

"This is a bad idea," she said, and then gasped as his fingers stroked down the side of her body while he sucked lightly on her neck. "Best idea I’ve had all night, but I’ll stop if you tell me to." His hand kept stroking the side of her body, palm barely brushing against her breast.

Suddenly she wished that he would touch her harder, more. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking… but it felt good. They were both single. But this could change their relationship forever. “I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” she said slowly, trying to sort through her thoughts.

His hand slid up her side to her breast, cupping the soft flesh through her t-shirt and she stifled a moan. Sanity was beginning to get fuzzy. "We’re just friends…” “Do we have to be?” his voice sounded rather wistful, but the firm stroke of his thumb against her nipple wasn’t hesitant at all.

“We could try this.” His face nuzzled back into her neck. “Seems like a fantastic idea to