Deborah and I had first met about a month ago when she and her boyfriend moved into the shared house I had with my girlfriend and another couple; the four of us were university students and they were both working. She was nineteen, a tall girl, about five foot eleven, with short red hair and a slim figure topped off by small but perky tits. I didn’t think she was particularly hot at the time, partly because my relationship with my girlfriend was still quite new and we were shagging most nights and partly because she acted in a ‘busybody’ kind of way, telling people what to do all the time

Within a week of them moving in Deborah and her boyfriend were arguing constantly (the aforementioned ‘busybody-ness’ had a lot to do with that) which had the rest of us on edge. One night when there was only me and the two of them still in the house, my girlfriend and the other two residents having already gone home for the summer, she stormed out, shouting insults at her boyfriend and then slamming the door. I thought nothing of it at the time and went back to studying.

Later that night I was playing Command & Conquer (back then the most addictive Playstation game I had) when I heard a bang on the front door downstairs. I got up and opened the door to my room but I couldn’t see anything down the stairs to the front door, so I waited for a moment just to be sure. I was just about to go back to my room when I heard the sound of keys going into the lock, so I waited. After about a minute the door lurched open and Deborah fell through it, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

‘Shit’ I thought ‘She’s fucking wasted! I’d better go and help her’. I went down the stairs and approached her cautiously. She moved her head to the side and grinned, trying to talk but only burbling complete nonsense. ‘My God! What have you been drinking, girl?’ She was wearing a blue dress and heels and had obviously been to a party of some kind. ‘Maybe that’s what they were arguing about before’ I thought. ‘Oh well, who gives a shit’. I thought about going up to the second floor and getting her boyfriend to come down and help her, but I was afraid she could end up choking on her own vomit or something if I left her alone. ‘Fucking bullshit. Right, how do I move her?’

I stepped over her legs, which had curled up to her stomach in a sort of foetal position, and pushed the front door closed. ‘Come on’ I said to her in my best dealing-with-a-drunk-idiot voice ‘Grab onto me’. I lifted her up and tried to guide her up the stairs, but she was just a giggling mess and it took forever to pull, push and coax her up the twelve or so steps to the main hallway. Her shoes fell off about halfway up, so I had to position myself so that I was holding her by the waist with one arm and grab the shoes with my free hand, which nearly put my back out. Once we finally made it to the top she crumpled in a heap on the floor again.

‘For fuck’s sake’ I thought ‘I’m not taking her up the next flight to her room. She can find her own way up, I’m off to fucking bed’. She looked as though she was about to fall asleep right there on the floor, so I gently tapped her with my foot to get her attention. ‘Deborah’ I said firmly ‘You have to go up to bed now, you can’t stay there’. She looked at me with that same stupid grin on her face and burbled some more. I lent in so my face was level with hers. ‘Bed. Upstairs. Go.’ She wasn’t listening. ‘Fine’ I said ‘Stay there if you want’. I turned and headed off to my room.

‘Eeeaaaah!’

I turned back at the noise. Deborah had squealed at me and was crawling on her hands and knees after me; she had an angry look on her face. ‘No, you have to go up to your own room’ I said, pointed in the opposite direction, but she just shook her head and crawled past me, through my open door and into my room. I stood still in exasperation for a moment and followed her inside.

She had crawled up to my bed and was now lying with her face buried in the blankets and her arse sticking up in the air; her dress had ridden up so her lime green knickers were on full display. ‘Christ’ I thought ‘What do I do now?’

I couldn’t just let her fall asleep, but I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my room either. I reached forward and put my hand on her shoulder but she grunted in annoyance and shrugged it away. ‘Great’ I thought ‘I was just minding my own business and now I’ve got a pissed up girl lying across my bed, arse on display, who won’t leave me alone and will be comatose in the next few seconds’.

I paused for a moment, just stood still, and let the thought bounce around my head.

I still had her fucking shoes in one hand so I dropped them next to the bed. I went over to my Playstation and turned it off, then sat at my desk chair, turning it around so that I was facing Deborah’s arse. I’d thought about her in a couple of sex scenarios recently when I was beating off, although both of those had involved her being awake (and me spanking her bare cheeks for being so irritating while she begged me to fuck her bum-hole). I stared at her knicker-clad arse for a minute or so, trying to decide how, and if, I could turn the situation from being annoying as hell to being something….well, something else. Involving a fuck.

‘OK. Her boyfriend’s upstairs, but he must be dead to the world if he didn’t hear that squeak she made, so he won’t bother me. My girl’s away and I’d never thought about cheating, but this is about as unique a situation as I’ll ever get. If I don’t at least get a look at the goods I’ll regret it. There, look but don’t touch, nothing wrong with that, just make sure she doesn’t wake up. Is she even asleep?’

As if on cue Deborah began to snore softly, signalling she was now fast asleep. I put my still-nagging conscience to one side, got up out of my chair and went over to kneel directly in front of her arse. Her dress had fallen back down to her thighs, so I very, very slowly and softly took hold of the hem with both hands and lifted it back up, placing it gently over the small of her back and fully exposing her arse again. I sat back and regarded her for a moment. ‘If I keep going there’s no way back’ I thought. ‘Oh, fuck it’.

I reached forward with both hands, paused for just a second, then slid the knickers down to her knees in one motion. She stirred slightly and adjusted herself, but didn’t wake up. I froze in place until I was certain she hadn’t come round, then took a good look at the prize.

From her position lying face down on the bed I had a first class view of Deborah’s exposed pussy, right down to the short, curly red hair just above her clit. I thought about what I would do to that pussy if I could and I was rock hard in no time. Every so often I would reach forward to touch it, only to pull my hand back again because I was convinced she would wake up, realise what was going on and have me arrested for rape; this went on for a good ten minutes before I decided on a plan – if it seemed as though she was waking up I would run out of the room, come back in and pretend I was in another room so I wouldn’t have been disturbing her. As long as I wasn’t fucking her she’d have no proof and it would be logical that she’d just fallen asleep with her cunt showing. ‘This is insane’ I thought.

After a lot more contemplating I finally worked up the balls to touch the pussy. I began to tease her clit, making small circles around it with my fingers. She started moaning softly, and I had to stop a few times for fear of her waking, but eventually I settled into a nice rhythm, stopping every few seconds to let her moan and writhe and get beautifully wet. Eventually I decided to pick up the pace, rubbing two fingers up and down her clit a bit faster than before. She kept moaning and gasping and eventually started rocking back and forth in time with my hand.

I could see how wet she was getting so I decided to take things to the next level. I brought my left hand around and slipped a finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle, causing her to moan loudly. I carried on rubbing her clit while easing my finger deeper in until it was buried in her soft folds.

I started to finger-fuck her, very slowly at first but building up speed gradually, with my right hand, keeping my thumb pressed lightly against her clit. A few minutes passed with her getting wetter all the time until she started breathing quickly, bucked up against my hand and came everywhere. Her juices were literally dripping down her legs and my hand was soaked. I sat back, grabbing a towel from the floor to dry my hand off.

‘That was fucking amazing’ I thought. ‘I’ve never seen a girl cum before, let alone squirt all over the place like that’.

I was dying to fuck her but I didn’t have any rubbers (my girlfriend was on the pill at the time) and going bareback was a step too far because I didn’t know what her ‘arrangements’ were.

‘Just leave it now, that’s enough. If she wakes up with a cock in her you’re fucked’.

I sat back in my desk chair, took out my cock and started wanking it, taking in the delicious sight of Deborah’s soaking, freshly orgasmed pussy while I did so, thinking that by shooting my load I would stop thinking about shagging her. I was close to cumming when Deborah made a coughing noise and lifted her head slightly. I froze. ‘Oh shit!’ I bounded for the door, my cock still out, and practically jumped out of my room, not daring to look back in.

Deborah didn’t wake up. I waited for at least two minutes until I was absolutely certain that she would stay asleep and then tiptoed back to the chair and sat down, noticing my cock was still out and tucking it back into my pants. My heart was racing.

‘That was too close. Stop pissing about now, you’ll end up in so much shit over this. Get her knickers back up and go to sleep somewhere’.

I got up to do just that when I heard a slight sound. I looked over at Deborah and could see she was moving, ever so slightly. I looked at her closer and could see her fingers moving up and down her pussy lips! She was fingering herself in her sleep!

I couldn’t take it anymore. I took off my pants completely, walked over and positioned myself behind her so that my legs were outside hers and planted my cock straight inside her pussy, doggystyle. She let out a loud moan and pulled her hand away. At this point I was past caring if she woke up and caught me, my cock had taken over my brain and I had to fuck her good and hard.

I pumped away, fucking Deborah harder than I’d ever fucked any girl; she continued to grunt with each stroke. I was so hot that I almost came inside her after a couple of minutes. Realising what a nightmare that could be I pulled out just before it was too late and came over her back with a muted roar.

When I came to my senses it occurred to me that she could still wake up at any moment (after the fucking I had just given her it was a miracle she hadn’t already) so I yanked her knickers back up around her arse and slid past her onto the other side of the bed as quickly as I could. I was asleep a few minutes later.

When I woke up the next morning Deborah wasn’t there. I saw her later in the day but she refused to make eye contact and just walked away. She eventually came to my room one night about a week later when only the two of us were at home, wearing only a bathrobe and underwear, and confessed that she’d fancied me ever since she’d moved in, and that her ultimate sex fantasy was to be woken up by being fucked from behind. She told me that even though she was wasted that night she had kind of known what she was doing and had hoped I would do her if she got inside my room, and that the only thing that would have made it better was if her boyfriend had been asleep next us while we were fucking.

‘What do you think?’ she had asked, moving very close to me and looking me right in the eyes.

‘Well’ I said, slipping my hand under her robe and into her knickers to finger her, ‘We’ll have to try that next time, then’

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