Around 6pm or so, they both came rushing through the door, turning the tv on before even acknowledging me standing there. I had spent the last couple of hours setting up the living room with some snacks and put the beers on ice. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a short tank top that showed just a little bit of my stomach.
Mike dove into the snacks I made, and was munching his way through them, without even thanking me for going through the trouble of making chicken wings and shrimp skewers from scratch. Owen, on the other hand, looked over at me with a huge grin after eating one of the wings and said, "Damn these are the best wings I've ever had."
I had always thought Owen was very handsome. But for the first time, I noticed how funny and charming he was. All through the game, if I didn't understand something he would explain it to me, while Mike just waved me away like I was a fly. I found myself reaching for a beer and then another and was soon laughing at all of Owen's jokes, and even putting my hand on his shoulder or forearm. At one point, I felt his hand resting on my lower back and reach underneath my shirt to touch the bare skin just above the waistband of my jeans and my whole body responded by shivering with pleasure. I could tell by the way he ran his fingers lightly on my skin that he would be wonderful in bed. Thinking of those hands on my body and that mouth on mine made me warm and flushed and I felt a familiar tingle in my pussy.
We continued to flirt and talk as Mike yakked away to the television and I wasn't sure how long I could sit next to this gorgeous man and act like nothing was happening. I was so turned on that I could feel my nipples hard through the little bra I was wearing and wondered if he could see them sticking out on my thin t shirt. And my pussy was so swollen that every time I moved, I could feel my clit brushing on my panties and the wetness starting to soak through them.
But although he was looking at me with his eyes dark with lust and I could tell that it was hard for him to keep his hands to himself, he wasn't making any kind of direct move. And as disappointed as I was, I wasn't about to make a move on my boyfriend's best friend right in front of him either.
And then the game was over, and they had won, and Mike turned to the two of us on the couch hollering, and the chemistry was broken. They were rehashing the game and talking about what to do with the extra money they won and I got up to clean up the mess. I went into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher and when I came out they were arguing about whether of not Owen was going to spend the night.
"I'm fine, Mikey." He said trying to grab his car keys from Mike who was holding them in his fist.
"Just stay the night. You can borrow my clothes tomorrow morning. Your work is closer from here anyway." Mike was saying. The he turned to me, "Babe, tell him to stay, he's not sober."
"Yeah, Owen, you should just stay the night. I can make up the guest room for you. There's going to be a lot of cops out tonight." I said to him, not wanting him to drive around intoxicated. With one final shrug of his shoulders, he agreed that he should spend the night.
When I got into bed a little later, I was still horny from all the flirting with Owen and leaned into Mike and began kissing his neck while reaching into his boxers to massage his cock.
"Oh..babe, not tonight. I'm so tired and I need to get all the sleep I can." Mike said and turned over and was sound asleep in minutes. I sighed and lay there staring up at the ceiling fuming silently. What does a girl have to do around here to get laid??
I contemplated fingering myself in bed and even started to touch my tits and twirl my nipples in my fingers but I just wasn't up to it, and turned over on my side, trying to sleep.
After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep and was awakened the next morning by the sound of the shower coming on. I reached over and Mike's side of the bed was empty. He's usually in there for at least twenty minutes so I closed my eyes and tried to get a little more sleep.
I felt some movement under the covers by my feet and felt my legs grabbed by the ankles and spread. I tried to get up but the hands that grabbed my ankles weighed my legs down. And then I felt hot breath on my panty clad pussy, and a shudder ran through my body. "Mike, are you coming back to bed honey?" I whispered happy that he had sacrificed his usually long shower for a quickie.
I felt my panties being pushed to the side and fingers reaching inside my already soaking wet pussy pushing one finger and then two, all the while coming back out and swirling around my swelling clit. Then with two fingers inside, I felt his mouth clamp down on my clit, sucking on it lightly and flicking his tongue on top of it. I was so wet and ready that I barely needed any foreplay at all and just wanted his cock buried inside me already.
"Mike." I moaned into the pillow and uncovered the blanket to see Owen down in between my legs, sucking on my dripping wet pussy. I gasped in surprise and tried to close my legs, but he held my thighs open with his hands, while looking up at me with a look in his eyes that said that he was going to have me, whether I liked it or not. I resisted for a split second but it was no use. There was no way I was going to stop him now. I spread my legs to him further, giving him full access to my pussy, wanting him to take it all.
Then he sat up and lay on top of me, keeping my legs open to him with his thigh and I could feel the hardness of his cock on my leg. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on his lips, his gorgeous lips.
"I wanted to taste your little pussy all night. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He whispered into my ear as he drove his cock into my pussy, slowly, like he was going to break me if he went too fast. Then he stopped and let me feel the whole shaft inside me, let me get used to it being inside me.
"Oh god, your cock feels so good..." I moaned and met his thrust with my hips, grinding into him and deeply as I could, wrapping my legs around his thighs.
The room was quiet except for the running water of Mike in the shower and our breathing and as he thrust deeper and harder, I began to tremble and moan louder. At one point, I screamed his name and Owen put his hand over my mouth and smiled, motioned for me to be quiet. I laughed quietly and bit my lip to keep from shouting out and took the best fucking of my life. I was lying there, my legs spread open to my boyfriend's best friend on our bed, and when Owen looked down at me and leaned in and moaned into my ear like an animal, I exploded all over his cock. I could feel myself gushing juices that had been pent up since the night before and felt my orgasming pussy tighten around his cock. Feeling my pussy pulsating around his cock, Owen grunted and pulled out, shooting his hot cum all over my stomach and tits.
Just then, we heard the shower stop running and Mike whistling in the bathroom. Owen quickly kissed me on the lips, and we were both laughing as I wiped off the cum on the sheets and he pulled up his boxers. And just as the door to the bathroom opened, and Mike emerged, a towel around his waist, Owen was leaving our bedroom, blowing me a kiss as he left.