I let out a long sigh and laid my back on his bed, my hips turned. My arms landed above my head, the black t shirt I was wearing slid above my belly button.
Keith slid back into bed on his stomach next to me. His hand trailed down my subtle curves, stopping to grab a handful of ass. His head reached mine. We kissed.
"You look cute." He said.
"You too." I said, giggling.
Keith's hand slid from the back to the front, rubbing me.
"Oh, Keith...we can't." I said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Cause if your parents DO come home, they'll catch us." I said.
"Ah, fuck 'em." Keith said, continuing his rubbing.
"Keith...no." I said, hoping it didn't come out mean. "Let's go downstairs and wait."
Keith laid motionless for a moment before smiling and nodding his head.
We gathered my clothes and went down to his living room.
I laid my clothes on the floor. I slid Keith's shirt off of my body, exposing my bare chest. I picked up my pants and waved them a few times to get any loose wrinkles out. I opened the legs and bent over to step into them.
As I got one foot in, I felt something pressing against my panty-covered lower regions. I felt two hands come down on my back.
I turned and eyed Keith, who was eyeing my body.
"Keith, we can't." I said.
"Come on, Morgan. I need you. I need you one last time." He said.
I dropped my pants, stood up and turned around.
"Keith, it's not that I don't want to. We just can't. It's not safe." I said.
Keith brought his arm around my torso and pulled me close. He rammed his covered erection into my crotch. He leaned down and kissed my chest.
"Oh...Keith...we...we can't." I said.
"Come on, babe." He said. "If we do it down here we'll hear them when they get home."
He was right.
I bit my lower lip and looked around. I looked at Keith and smiled. My hands found his and guided them to my panties, lowering them until I was able to step out of them.
Keith brought his hands to my chin and kissed me more. I lowered my hands and groped the front of his shorts. My hands seeped beneath his elastic band and tugged at the prize inside.
Keith's hands left my face and trailed down to my bald pussy. His gentle fingers began to glide over my slit, poking when necessary.
I slid Keith's shorts to his feet. He grabbed my hand and led me over to a big leather chair in his living room. He sat down and spread his legs.
I went to my knees and wrapped my hands around his shaft. I pumped, bringing my head above his cock, licking his head.
"Yeah. Keep going." Keith said.
Still pumping, I kissed the top of his cock. I kissed it again. I slid my lips over his head and started sucking.
I moved my hand down and took him into my mouth fully. I bobbed my head up and down with great purpose.
Keith's head rolled back, his eyes shut, licking his lips.
I began to hum gently as my mouth slid up and down his pole. I removed my mouth and started pumping.
"You ready?" I asked.
Keith repositioned himself in the chair and opened his arms. I stood and placed my hands on his shoulders. Balanced on my knees, I spread my legs over his. I reached down and grabbed his cock and lined it up. I pushed myself down slowly.
"Yeah..." I said, softly.
Keith placed his hands on my ass and assisted me through the beginning motions.
After settling into it, Keith's hands found my hips as I began to rock them back and forth on him. Keith didn't have to do much while my hips shot forward and back.
His head was buried in my chest before he brought it up and rubbed my nipple. He placed gentle kisses around it before taking it into his mouth. He sucked just enough for it to fill me pleasure.
Keith's arms wrapped around me and he stood. My feet hit the floor and he slid out of me. He motioned for me to turn around. I did. Keith placed a hand on my upper back, signaling for me to bend over. I placed my hands on the chairs armrest and knees in the cushion as Keith slid back into me.
He began pumping. His hands danced from my hips, to my stomach, and back to my hips. I ran my hand down my body and fingered myself to add to the pleasure.
My breasts flung wildly with the thrusts. The sound of Keith's balls smacking against my ass filled the room.
Keith's hand made it's way to my shoulder. He pulled me back into him to match his thrusts. I moaned loudly.
"Mmm. Keith." I said.
Keith pumped with fury as his hand came form shoulder and rubbed my back. He pulled me close and ground his hips against mine.
Keith pulled out and turned me around. He draped one of his arms around my back and sat me down in the chair. I spread my legs.
Bending his knees, Keith brought his body down low enough until his cock was resting on my mound. I pushed his cock down and he slipped back in.
I wrapped my arms around Keith's neck tightly as he used his own to surround my legs and lift. I wrapped my legs around his back and he began to bounce up and down.
"God...this feels so good...but my legs are beat." Keith said.
Keith, still carrying me, walked over to his couch and laid down. His neck rested against the back, his back against the cushion, his legs dangling on the floor.
With my own feet on the floor, legs spread over his, I resumed my hip-bucking. Keith's hands cupped my breasts as he stared into my eyes.
I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me as my hips ran back and forth.
Keith's head came up and sucked my breast. He gripped my hips tightly. He removed my breast from his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Each thrust I gave sent my nipple gliding over his tongue, making me feel electrified.
"Seems like you're fucking me." Keith said. "Can't have that."
Keith sat up and wrapped his arms around me. We stood again and Keith laid me down in the position he'd just been in.
He kept his arms wrapped around me and placed his head on my chest. He started pumping fast.
There was so much force behind his hips, the couch began to shake. His hips deviated from the long, coordinated thrusts to short, uncontrolled ones. I could tell he was close.
His hips began to hit me like a machine gun. He was barely sliding back before he was hammering in.
"Oh, God..." Keith moaned.
His short, hard thrusts turned into one big slam. He held his hips against mine, his mouth opened. His body was tense and shaking. He slid out a little before plowing back in. I could feel hot jets hitting my insides.
That did it for me.
My legs flew behind Keith's back and locked.
Keith's face was buried in my shoulder, his hips slowly pumping still.
Keith laid on me for another minute, catching his breath.
I started to giggle. Keith turned his head to me. He laughed too. He brought his face close to me and we kissed.
Keith pulled out of me slowly and sat on the couch next to me. I laid there for a minute, getting my senses back.
I sat up.
"Well...now can I get dressed?" I asked.
"Sure, sure." Keith said.
I stood and walked back to my clothes. I slid my pants on, snapped my bra in place, and pulled on my shirt.
Keith held my panties up.
"Forgetting something?" He asked.
"Keep 'em." I said.
Keith stood and walked over to his shorts. He put a foot in each legging and pulled them up.
As the elastic smacked his skin, the front door opened.
"We're home!" Mrs. Sutherland announced.
Keith and I stared at each other. That was close.
"Ah, Morgan! How was he? No touble, I hope?" She said.
"None at all, Mrs. Sutherland." I said.
Mr. Sutherland slouched in behind his wife. He did something to the effect of waving hello and trailed off.
"So what do I owe you, dear?" Mrs. Sutherland asked.
"Oh, I couldn't take that." I said. "Keith was perfect. No trouble. Made it easy for me."
Mrs. Sutherland raised her eyebrows and looked at her son in disbelief.
"Are you sure I can't give you something, dear?" she asked.
"Really, Mrs. Sutherland, I'm good." I said.
"Alright then." She said. "Well, I guess I'll see you around."
"Yup. Anytime you need a babysitter, I'm available." I said with a smile. "Take care!"
I walked out the front door and into the sunlight. I counted the sections of sidewalk on my journey home. What a night it'd been.