Making Love at Midnight

"Personally, I always kinda thought this was like the Empire of this trilogy, you know?" You frown, plopping down on the couch between me and the end of Kara's blanket, your bra doing a noticeably poor job of shock absorbsion.

I pointedly look away from your loose pajama top and back at the screen.

"I agree, it's definitely the best one." Kara nods absently, curled up in a blanket on the opposite end of the couch.

I give you a questioning look, and you catch me not looking at your boobs this time, matching my confusion.

"You mean the worst one..." I offer to clarify.

"Oh my god shut the fuck up." Brain blurts from across the room. "Empire was the best, this is the best, shut up and watch the best movie of all time."

You smirk at me and I chuckle softly back at you. You definitely catch my glance down your pajama top this time.

"Jedi was way better..." I whisper and you nod vigorously, almost as though you're trying to draw my eyes to your chest.

"Make me popcorn, you will..." You whisper hoarsely back, patting my thigh, and I sniff my assent, pulling up off the couch.

Movie night is fun. Weird having roommates again, but nice weird. The economy being shit has a bit of a strange upside, I guess. Frustrating, and full of friction, but a lot less lonely renting out the rooms in this big house.

I watch from the kitchen until the microwave beeps. I pour over a little extra olive oil and salt and toss the kernels. I wander back in and slump in next to you on the couch.

"-!" I startle as I land on your upturned hand, my cry cut short by a very generous squeeze on my pajama-clad backside.

"Somebody's not wearing underwear..." You whisper softly in my ear, your hand reaching into the bowl on my lap, plucking a single popcorn and tossing it into your mouth. "Mmm, what the fuck, why can't I get it to taste like this..." You scowl, discreetly sliding your hand out from under me as I attempt to disguise its immediate effect by adjusting the bowl in my lap.

You grab a handful from the bowl with your other hand, popping it into your mouth one by one as you lean into me, your sneaky hand still wrapped inconspicuously around my waist.

"Shit..." You murmur, pulling your top away from your chest with your still-popcorn-laden hand and glaring down at your tits. "Where are you you little fucker..." I watch intently as you unwrap your arm from around me and use it to reach brazenly inside your bra, catching more than a glimpse of pink in the dim light from the TV.

"Popcorn?" Kara questions with a knowing smile from where she reclines.

"Ya..." You murmur defeatedly, glancing up at the screen, one hand still buried in your front, groping your breast.

I very calmly readjust the bowl of popcorn.

"Just take off the bra, no one cares." Kara shrugs, and you glance at me now, pursing your lips. "I'm not wearing one. It's movie night. Pj's." She looks back up at the screen.

"You wouldn't mind?" You whisper softly, turning toward me, depositing your remaining popcorn back in the bowl, your pajama top draping gently forward across it as your hands reach up your back. In a moment, straps are sliding down your arms, and you reach into the front once more to come back out with your bra. It disappears behind us somewhere as your arm rests itself across my shoulders.

You smile, bouncing back into place beside me and grabbing a fresh fistful of popcorn as you watch my eyes. A giggle escapes as they flit briefly to the two small protrusions in the front of your top, made all the more impossible to ignore by the guilty knowledge of the pink flesh hidden behind the thin fabric.

In a few moments you murmur "shit..." softly once more, then look at me and grin, "The benefits of no bra..." You unwrap your arm from my shoulders, slipping it into your top. I watch as you fish around for a second, then tug your top forward with your other hand, leaning over to improve my view.

"See? Much easier." The popcorn rests gently in your palm, and so does your breast, the trespassing snack leaning softly against tender pink flesh, barely hidden in the darkened room. You slip your hand out, letting your top close, popping it into your mouth.

"They're really just a delight on the tongue, you know..." You whisper softly to me, turning gently my way, your arm back over my shoulder.

I look sidelong, more down than up. "That's why you go one at a time?"

"Hmm, more than one would be a bit of a stretch, you know?" You pop your last one in, "But, you take your time on one, tender, supple, savor it... the trick is knowing how to bite down on them ju-ust right..." You crunch down and grin.

"I'm glad you like the popcorn." I smirk at your little gag.

"Oh, no..." You shake your head seriously, moving your lips to my ear, "That too, but I'm definitely talking about my nipples..." You whisper, a smile in your voice.

"Speaking of, I'm a little chilly..." You place a hand on my thigh and push yourself up, disappearing upstairs. In a moment, you're back, with something thick and roomy. Kara gives you the brief glance from her end of the couch of someone who got their blanket before the movie started.

You wave at the popcorn, stretching one end of the blanket across my lap as I move it. I unsubtly slip my hand beneath you as you press in next to me, and you wriggle gently against my palm.

"No underwear either, eh?" I whisper, and you curl into me, letting my hand rest squarely on your cheek, my fingertips grazing warm skin along the bottom of the thin pajama shorts.

"Hadta find something to get your arm out of my way..." You whisper, your arm on my side casually pulling single popcorns out of the largely diminished bowl as I feel your opposite hand slowly, smoothly, determinedly slide onto my lap under the thick blanket.

"What are you..." I whisper as your fingertips pluck gingerly at the single button of my fly, deftly freeing it and slipping in.

"Shh, I'm trying to watch the movie, hush..." You say, your fingers wrapping gingerly around my already rock-hard cock, your wrist slowly rocking back and forth a teasingly short inch or two as I stare, unseeing, at the screen.

"Fuck..." I whisper, my hand gripping your ass as your hand smoothly pulls further along my shaft. Your thumb tenderly massages the head of my cock, the blanket and popcorn bowl providing ample cover to hide your sudden, unexpected advances.

"Hush or I'll stop..." You whisper, tossing an insufficiently popped kernel back in the bowl. You tighten your grip slightly, clenching your butt against my hand, and my breath shudders softly in my chest.

I bite my tongue, attempting to stare serenely as you stroke away. Slowly, methodically, your pace quickens, pumping, squeezing, until you are gently jostling the blanket that is very close to not hiding anything at all.

"You have to stop, I'm gonna cum..." I whisper as softly as I can muster, and you simply take that as a cue to slip your other hand under the blanket to massage the head of my cock with your thumb as you cup your palm.

"Cum." You breath into my ear and I burst, your pace suddenly slowing, stroking deep to the base, squeezing tightly as you guide my aching release into your waiting hand under the cover of the blanket and the dim room.

You skillfully pull your hand free as casually as if you'd just plucked another popcorn from the bowl, a pool of creamy goo splashed across your upturned palm. Your other hand strokes gently one last time, wiping slowly at the dribbles you couldn't catch before snaking back down to grip softly at my balls.

"Ugh, the real problem with popcorn is it gets your hands all buttery." You say just loud enough to be for the room at large, before pulling your hand to your lips and drawing in a mouthful of cum with a grin. The apparently-not-so-unmistakable sound of guzzling cum softly fills the background of the movie as you wetly slurp at your hand.

"Olive oil, you mean?" I smile, and you smile back.

"Whatever it is, it's delicious..." You lap greedily at your fingers, sucking them noisily one by one, your other hand still softly teasing at my balls as my cock restiffens.

"Oh my god, you know what that sounds like, right?" Kara giggles from across the couch.

"No, that sounds like this..." You press your fingers into your throat, drawing your lips as best you can around your hand, eliciting a distinctive gluck-gluck-gluck noise, followed shortly by a snort and barely-contained laughter from Kara. I grip gently at your backside, feeling my cock already straining against my pajamas once more.

"Stop sucking each other off and watch the movie." Brian is, at best, annoyed.

You wetly free your hand from your mouth, wiping it conspicuously on my lap, your fingers dragging along my hard cock through the thin fabric, before drawing your other hand free and yourself up, pulling the blanket and bowl up with you. "I'll take care of this, keep my seat warm?" You lean over, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, glancing at my hand on your spot, clearly expecting it to be waiting for you when you get back.

"No problem." I whisper, savoring the view down your top before you stand up and step away. I cross an arm against my lap and hope my raging erection isn't too noticeable in the dim light. Kara and Brian seem engrossed enough in the film anyways, even with your brief diversion.

You slide back in the room swiftly, blanket wrapped snug, and check that my hand is in place before smoothly spreading it wide and quickly snuggling down beside me.

As directed, I indulge in our little game, your backside landing squarely on my upturned palm. I discover you're one step ahead of me, as always, and my hand finds only bare skin. It's all I can do not to respond, my suddenly aching cock failing entirely to comply as my lap practically twitches. Clearly you were doing more than just putting away the popcorn bowl...

"The way I see it..." You whisper as you wriggle against my hand, as though you're merely getting settled, until I feel warm wetness tease at my fingertips. "You owe me one..."

Your breath catches as I press a tentative finger upwards, gently parting the folds of your hungry little pussy. Warm, wet, tender, responsive, your pussy is more than inviting to my finger, but too tight at this angle to press a second in, even after you casually spread your thighs slightly apart for me.

Slow and quiet, I pump my finger in and out of you, almost certain I can just barely hear the soft wet sound of it behind the noise of the big battle at Helm's Deep just starting up. I press in as far as I can reach from the awkward angle, and pull out to use some of that lubrication on your clit, massaging gently along each side of it, pressing softly at the top in little circles of pressure.

You almost whine as I push in again, then reach back and tug at my arm. I follow your lead, pulling it free, and you twist away from me, drawing one leg up onto the couch under the blanket. You guide my now-free hand around your waist, down between your wide-spread thighs.

Your warm, wet pussy feels incredible under my fingers, and as I massage my way around your lips, I can tell it feels even better from your end. I press gently, two fingers slipping inside of you with a quiet sigh, my other two pressing gently to either side of your opening while my thumb snakes under to knead at the sensitive spot at the top of your little clit.

Your hips respond gently as my fingers work their rhythm into you. I can sense your breath growing coarser, my strokes pressing in deeper, faster, taking advantage of the loud music and clashing combat, Kara not three or four feet away from your pulsing pussy pointed right at her under your blanket.

Before too long, you suddenly close your knees, crushing my hand between your thighs as you whine. I realize the blanket is firmly between your teeth as your hips give little jolts, my fingers trapped deep inside your convulsing pussy.

Kara looks up briefly, but can't be bothered to miss the action on the screen. In a moment, your body loosens gently, melting into me, my hand free once more. I massage tenderly at your opening, your hips softly responding as I do, before pulling it out entirely.

You grab my escaping hand, wrapping your fingers into mine, pulling our hands up to your mouth, tenderly lapping at your own juices on my fingertips with a barely inaudible cooing I can feel more then hear through your body pressed into mine.

You remain curled into me on the couch for the rest of the film, eventually guiding my hand to your breasts, pleased to feel the almost immediate hardness in my lap when you do. I let my fingertips caress their curves, their shape incredible to the touch, working my way to their tips. The soft shudder I elicit from you as I reach them makes the painful suspense worth every aching minute.

Before long, the two lover boys are split up, and the credits roll. Brian is the first up, switching off the show and turning to find you curled up into me, with Kara half asleep at the other end of the couch.

"Isn't there another one?" You suggest, your hand slipping onto my lap under the blanket.

"Some of us have work in the morning." He shakes his head with a smile.

"We'll watch something else then." You pull your hand away from me to quickly take the controller from him. He passes by and heads for the stairs.

"Nuh-ah-uhn for me..." Kara says through a yawn, smacking her lips as she pulls up off the couch. She crosses into the kitchen as you smile up at me, looking at the screen and flicking through options.

"Not in the mood for comedy..." You mutter. "Something light... ooh, Labyrinth?" You look positively excited.

"Jennifer Connelly is hot." I shrug.

"Have you seen her in Career Opportunities?" You waggle an eyebrow.

"God damnit, why am I always finding your dirty clothes, how long has this been in here, a week!?" Kara stomps into the room with a beer in one hand and your pajama bottoms in the other.

"Umm..." You smirk, "Probably?" You shrug, my hand sliding down to your bare hip under the blanket.

"Stop being a slob!" She throws it at you, landing on your face. You peel it off with a smile and toss it at the stairs.

"Sorry..." You grin, my hand gripping gently at your bare ass.

"I swear, it's like you're a child..." Kara thuds up the stairs, grabbing your pajama bottoms on the way, presumably to deposit in your room.

You just look at me and snicker, pointing the controller at the TV and starting the movie, ignoring it entirely as you climb immediately onto my lap. Your tongue tries to find a route down my throat just as your pussy appears to seek out my cock. Your hips grind into me as though you'll be able to draw my raging erection out of my pajamas through sheer force of friction.

You draw your tongue messily out of my throat and immediately slip your top off, tossing it to the foot of the stairs. Your gorgeous, supple breasts press into my face, and my lips press into them. I trace my teeth in gentle nibbles along the curve of your flesh until I meet their pink tips, taking your nipple into my mouth a sucking, at first gently, then harder as I elicit a happy gasp from you. Your hips writhe roughly against my cock as my teeth find tender purchase on your sensitive pink nipples.

"Fuck, I want your cum inside me right fucking now." You tug at my shoulders as you tumble sideways into the couch, and I follow.

"You want me to knock you up? Start a little nuclear family?" I joke, sliding down my pajamas and freeing my cock as I lift your knees toward your chest.

"En esta economia!?" You giggle, grasping my shaft in your hand and guiding it into your waiting pussy. "Oh fuck thank fucking god for birth control..." Your back arches as I press deep into your hungry pussy. "Mmm... Get in there and don't put a baby in me already..."

"God you feel incredible..." I rock my hips against yours, pressing hard and deep, immediately setting a piece with steady, achingly satisfying thrusts, your breasts rocking with the motion. My hands grip your ankles, pushing them up, straining your flexibility. "I'd be a terrible parent anyway, just be fucking you all day..."

"Oh fuck, what was that!?" Your eyes go wide and I pause, deep inside you, feeling your pussy protest at no longer being the center of attention.

Footsteps!

I pull off and out of you, landing quickly on the opposite end of the couch as you yank the blanket up off the floor, covering your naked body. I do the same with the other end, my pajamas still at my ankles as your feet land in my lap alongside my rock hard cock, still shining with your juices.

Jennifer Connelly is talking to the worm.

"What the actual fuck?" Kara says, picking up your top, empty beer in hand.

"Oh, ya, you missed that one, it was behind the bathroom door." Speech: 100.

"Stop being a fucking slob." She stomps into the kitchen.

You giggle, pressing your feet around my cock, managing to tentatively grip it between your toes.

Kara returns, waggling your top in her hand. Your toes awkwardly press themselves down my shaft as she steps over to the stairs. I try to watch Jennifer enter the maze.

"Thank you, love!" You say after her as she disappears. You make another haphazard attempt at stroking my cock between your feet as we hear her door close. In a second, you flip the blanket onto the floor, baring your wonderful nudity once more. Pulled up on your elbows, your nipples look like they ache to be kissed almost as much as your pussy, your lips shining in the soft glow of the movie.

I lean across the couch, my hands grasping your thighs, lifting them, spreading them, my mouth pressing hungrily between them. I lap greedily at your clit, and you fall back with a gentle coo. I slip a pair of fingers inside you, massaging deeply as I pump methodically in and out of you, my tongue and lips and teeth exploring every inch of your delicious pussy.

"Oh fuck..." I can feel your body responding, and I pick up my pace, pressing harder, lightly faster, ignoring the obvious sounds now hardly hidden by the film. I suckle your clit, flitting it with my tongue as I draw you into my mouth, my fingers pressing smoothly up against the opposite side, deep inside you. You pussy expands around me for a few final thrusts as I see how long I can keep this up without stopping for breath, then contracts, your body shuddering, your breath gasping.

I slow my pace, milking the orgasm out of you, your hips rocking in concert to my thrusts, my tongue and lips now a soft, deep massage across your delicate flesh. I slow further until I can tell you are spent, then smile at you as I sit up, admiring your beauty in the dim, uneven light.

You look up at me, catching your breath, then over at the film, your nudity bared to the room at large. We sit, me admiring your body, you gazing half-blankly at the screen, for a few moments, until you look over at me again, then pull yourself upright.

"Wanna take this upstairs?" You smile, your foot once again exploring its way across my lap, rubbing gently at my eager cock. You pull it away, and yourself up, off the couch, standing naked before me, your breasts and crotch glistening with my saliva.

You turn and bend, grabbing the remote, turning off the TV, and I stand behind you, running my hand up your thigh, tracing your backside as you look coyly over your shoulder at me.

My hand slides up to your shoulders, pulling your body against my hard cock as I step out of my pajamas, kicking them toward the stairs.

"The way I see it..." My fingers trace down your arms, pulling them between us, behind you, your fingers teasing at my cock. "You owe me one, now." I wrap one hand roughly around your wrists and you let out a happy surprised gasp.

I spin you roughly around to the side of the couch, bending you over it, your wrists firmly in my grip, your body suspended above the seat, my cock siding between the crack of your ass.

"Oh my god..." You murmur as my free hand presses roughly into your drenched pussy, drawing out your juices and rubbing them against your tender asshole. "I've never..." A crack of worry crosses your voice as you realize where I'm aiming.

My cock still slick, I work my fingers into your ass just in front of the tip.

"Oh fuck!" You blurt, the pain as evident in your voice as the pleasure.

"You want me to stop?" I whisper, coarsely, the tip of my cock now pressing firmly against your virgin asshole.

"..." You pause and I wait, my hips rocking gently, softly modulating the pressure against your back door. "... do it..." Your breath betrays heat, and I push gently in.

"Oh fuck..." You whimper, less than an inch of me inside you. I pull back, then push again to another whimper. I grip you only by the wrists now, my cock in your ass our only other point of touch. I press a little further with each thrust, each time you cry out in that sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck your ass feels good..." I mutter, adjusting my grip on your wrists, more than half my full length inside you.

"I can't take any more..." You breath at me, your body shivering in the air as my cock slides in and out of you. "Fuck, I didn't expect... it feels..."

"You like it, don't you?" I bite my lip, feeling my own peak nearing inside your ass, pulling gently harder at your arms, lifting your naked body further from the couch.

"I fucking do... fuck..." You mutter, your hips bucking gently against me, straining just how much of me you can fit inside your virgin asshole.

"What the actual fuck." Kara blurts behind me.

"Oh fuck!" You gasp, and I feel your body tensing. It's too much, I can't stop, and I pull roughly at your hands, driving my cock roughly deeper inside you. "No, it's too..." You whimper, but I burst deep inside your ass, cum pumping into you, my own breath shuddering as Kara watches behind us.

"Oh fuck, Kara, I..." You shudder as my cum fills you, my grip on your arms rough as my mind flashes in pleasure, and an electric shock suddenly shoots through you as well. "Oh god yes!" You cry out, your body tensing as the last of my cum pours into your ass, pushing your third orgasm of the evening over the brink.

You strain against my grip, your body and breath shuddering, your hips driving back, keeping my spent cock inside you. In a moment, I let go of your wrists, and you fall into the couch, lost in bliss, my cum streaming out between your cheeks and down your leg.

"You two want a beer after that?" I can hear a smirk on Kara's voice as she tosses my pajamas on my head on her way to the kitchen, muttering, "I fucking knew that wasn't butter..."

"I think you still owe me another one now..." I playfully smack your ass as you lay limp across the side of the couch, and you jolt with a dreamy giggle.