Stacey's Sleepover

Polly J Adams

Copyright 2012 Polly J Adams

James Grieve Press

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Stacey's Sleepover

Stacey woke with her head pounding, her mouth dry and a hard, twitching erection grinding against her backside.

She shifted position a little, so that the stiff shaft slid between her buttocks, and every time it dragged downwards the swollen head went further, ever closer to the opening of her arse.

For a moment she forgot the morning-after headache. She wanted to reach down and press the head of that amazing cock against her opening. A little bit of lube and... oh!

Then... the night before... the party... the sitting up for ages with Mark and his old college friend Saleem after everyone had gone. Each of them a bit more drunk than they thought.

She twisted sharply and then relaxed. White skin with a hint of a tan, tousled blond hair, those cheeky blue eyes opened wide in surprise. It was okay. It was Mark.

"What's up, babe?" he asked. "Whassamatter?"

She kissed him on the nose and said, "It's fine. Sorry. Just a bit muddle-headed, a bit hungover."

Mark had stopped grinding, but now he pressed against her again, his shaft a delicious pressure between her cheeks. "I know a cure for that," he said, one hand stealing round to cup a breast.

"I need to freshen up," she said, turning to lie on her back. "And get some aspirin. And anyway, Saleem's on the sofa-bed downstairs, right below us. You really want him to hear the bed creaking, and those groans I can't help making when I'm really close? Wouldn't that put you off a bit?"

Mark's hand had moved to her other breast now, and his thumb brushed against her nipple, making it stiffen instantly.

"Oh, I don't mind him listening in, babe," said Mark. "Don't forget, we used to room together at university. You get used to turning a blind eye. Or ear."

His pre-come was slick against her hip now, as he ground his stiff cock against her.

"But..."

"Saleem wouldn't be bothered," he said. "And anyway – remember last night? He'd probably want to come up here and watch..."

§

Last night...

There hadn't been any particular reason for the party, it was just one of those things that had grown from a passing comment. "It's been ages since we had Jess and Adam round."

Jess and Adam meant the rest of the girls and their partners as well, and then Mark had added Matt and Lou and the rugby crowd, and before they knew it a few friends round for dinner had turned into a full blown party. That's how things tended to go with Stacey and she loved that Mark was the same, never fazed when a quiet evening in turned into the kind of all-nighter with friends you really shouldn't do if you're at work the next day.

Saleem had been unexpected, another last-minute thing when it turned out that he was going to be in town that day, and could easily stop over if they had space?

Last night...

A lot of it was a blur.

Catching up with the girls. Rolling back the rug in the dining room and moving the furniture aside so they could dance to cheesy 70s disco music. Doing tequila slammers with the rugby crowd. That would explain the pounding head.

She had been sure to introduce Saleem to people. He must have met some of them before, but it would have been ages so she just assumed that he knew nobody. She'd left him with Selena for a while. "Tell him about your job, Selena." A bit later, she'd checked around for Saleem and he had still been talking with Selena, listening rapt as she told him about her work at a club in town. Selena was what she liked to describe as an adult entertainer. Usually with a pole.

She'd half-expected Saleem to disappear with Selena, but by about midnight people had started to drift away and by one in the morning it was just Mark, Saleem and Stacey, sitting on the big sofa with a chick flick on the TV, a bottle of wine to finish and a bag of peanuts to share.

"So why are we watching this?" asked Mark, squinting at the screen. "This one of yours, Sal?"

"Hnh? Not mine. It was Stacey."

Stacey shook her head. "No, you're not pinning this one on me. You're both lightweights. A couple of drinks and you go all dewy-eyed and put a chick flick on."

She leaned forward to pour more wine, the movement making her suddenly intensely aware of the two of them, either side of her, legs and hips pressed against hers.

When she leaned back, there was an awkward silence, as if all three had shared the same thought. Or was she just imagining it?

"Peanuts?" she asked brightly.

Then she glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece and said, "Oops! I had no idea how late it was." How was it after two in the morning already? "Are you guys working tomorrow. Today. When do you have to get away, Saleem?"

"It's fine, it's fine," he said. "I can get a train in the afternoon, and it'll be fine."

Mark just grunted. She struggled to think, and decided that he was probably on late shift at the hospital again.

"Me neither," she said. "But still... My eyes are closing. Time for bed, I think."

At that, Saleem half-twisted in his seat, a twinkle in his eyes, and said, "Sounds like an invitation. Isn't that right, Mark? You got room for another one up there?"

Stacey poked her tongue out at him. Saleem was always the joker – some days you couldn't get a single straight answer from him if he was in that kind of mood.

And only a small part of her mind wandered... The two of them pressed against her on the sofa: what would that be like with no clothes to get in the way? It was years since her one and only threesome experience. She'd been at university, another party, a bunch of final year medical students playing stupid drinking games and pairing off until it had just been her and two guys, Bicycle Dave and... she couldn't even remember the other one's name, some friend of one of the girls on her course.