Two points of view.

A sex story. Almost.
I apologize for not sticking to either a past tense or present tense. LOL.
(Note that the points of view simultaneously change with new lines.)

It’s a hot summer night. Silent too. All we could hear is the silent fan turbines gently whistling in your room. Half asleep. Half sober. Fully nude. Sweaty, yet we still stuck together. I loved it. Both heads were laying down on one pillow. I had the curl up a bit and lay on my right side and rest my one hand almost grabbing your collarbone. Your abs and chest muscles and whatnot casted small shadows with the given dim light of the city. Your presence soothed me, and as soon as my eyes start to lock, you look down and give me a peck on the cheek. I smile and return my head back to it’s original position. I slept.

He was asleep. I was wide awake, obviously. Babe always had this weird sweat fetish I pretended to like too. It was too hot in our room. I leaned over and laid on my left side to expose my back to the gentle winds of the window, cooling me down, causing him to curl to the left also, with his arms slowly and angelically folded and beside his head in front of him. He looked adorable in the dim light of the city. I didn’t want to wake him up, instead, I just played around with his body a little bit. Gently, I caressed the his right side of the body, from under the armpits, all the way down to his V. Suddenly, his skin started blooming with goosebumps. Funny. He’s fully asleep, yet his body is still active. I slipped our blanket down a bit, and there it was. After some hesitation, I decided, what the heck, so I grabbed it gently and stroked it a little. I kissed his neck, fully exposed and his shoulders twitched a little. Baby was still asleep. His neck was always his weak spot, and suddenly, he got hard. I played with his dick even a little more moderately now. I got hard. I wanted to try it… but it felt too risky. My hormones pushed me to do it anyway. I slipped my dick between his thighs. That’s all I thought of doing— I didn’t plan this out. Slowly, ever so slowly, I thrust my hips in and out, and in and out, and doing so made me feel even harder.

I felt his dick between my thighs. That horny son of a bitch didn’t even give me an invitation. I guess he thought I was asleep so I played along with that role, and tucked my ass inwards to his dick. I felt him tremble. Now he was humping me at a more moderate speed, as if I slept that soundly. I liked it though. It tickled. But I decided to screw him off and change my position to laying on my back on my side of the bed. Damn it baby, tonight’s Friday. Wait until morning. I went back to sleep.

It’s like he knew I was fucking him. Ugh, look at all this precum. I had to finish off, I had to. I gently got off the bed and went downstairs contemplating to stream our sex tape on the big screen to finish off with. Frantically, I lowered the volume and in complete solitude and full buffer, I started stroking.

He was out of bed. I went downstairs silently to see what was going on. I peeked down the staircase before I went down, and he was jacking off to our video. I tip-toed down the stairs.

I was almost there. The juices were ready to explode.

I made my way over behind him and saw him about to ignite. His eyes were closed, his legs were extended straight out. I interpreted his soft moans as an opportunity and I landed my hands on his chest, rubbing his ultra hard nips.

Whoa, hey babe!

Really? It’s 2am.

I’m sorry.

Yeah, you should be. I didn’t get an invitation.

(sounds of loud moans softly projecting from the TV)

Wanna reenact?

Say no more.

TO BE CONTINUED.