One Night in Megan

Any other night I would be happy to be here. Jade's house is to put it bluntly, the best house I'm ever likely to step foot in. Her Dad owns a building firm and at some point in the nineties set about building his forever home out in the sticks, a few miles away from the town we all grew up in. It's the kind of house that seems to have a dedicated room for every activity. You know the thing, a games room with a full sized snooker table, a gym which is better equipped than the local leisure centre and a library fully stocked floor to ceiling with leather bound hardbacks that haven't been removed from the shelf since they were put there in 1997.

Tonight though I'm stood in the kitchen which has a similar floorspace to the entire ground floor of my house leaning against an impossibly polished granite worktop desperately trying not to look at the clock which seems to be going at half speed. The overtime had seemed like a good idea this morning, less so when I finally clocked out 14 hours later. All I had wanted to do was go home, get a shower and veg out with a pizza or a Chinese in front of YouTube until I fell asleep in my Chow Mein. Unfortunately, I'd already agreed to drive my friends to this party earlier in the week, something which they hadn't let me forget, and so here I am, bleary eyed and not even slightly in the party mood.

The house had become something of a party hub over the past 18 months, Jade's Dad had taken semi retirement, handing over the day to day tasks of running the company to his nephew and had been enjoying his new found freedom by taking holidays and cruises with his wife. Jade, being the youngest of five sisters and the only one still at home full time had a reaped the rewards of this as the home became her own personal party mansion, something none of us were about to complain about. Certainly beats cramming into one of our houses for a few cans or going to the same sticky floored club after it's fifth revamp this year that's for sure.

It also helped that Jade was something of a social chameleon. She'd gone to school with us, meaning she was just as comfortable around us council estate raised street urchins as she was the privately educated pony set who her father's social status as the local working class boy done good had introduced her to through years as well. That meant that the parties ended up being an interesting subsection of local society of anyone under the age of about 23 within a five mile radius, something us lads were happy to take advantage of when some girl who was about 79th in line for the throne fancied a bit of rough.

You couldn't help but like Jade either, she was quirky in that way that someone who has never had a worry in her life is allowed to be, and yet grounded enough to still be connected to the real world. One minute she'd be sat on the doorstep smoking a joint with someone who has never seen a positive number in their bank account and the in the next breath discussing the merits of which skiing resort is best to visit for New Year's with someone whose father has a title in their name. It was both fascinating and endearing and we were just happy to be allowed on the ride.

Tonight though I just wanted out. Everything was irritating me in that way that only happens when you're over tired. The music was too loud, the drunken laughs too jarring and the small talk too painful. I looked up at the clock, not even 9PM. Not a chance I'm getting my mates out of here before 1AM, and that's pushing it. I mumble some excuse about the bathroom and make my way into the house. My mission is simple, find a guest room, crash out for a couple of hours, hopefully rejoin the back end of the party somewhat refreshed.

I wander down the hallway, checking inside the various rooms. I've not been in this far before, most parties seemed to stick to the kitchen, the "family room" and on warm evenings, the garden and indoor pool. I know there's an upstairs somewhere, I've no idea what the layout is or how strictly off limits it is. I get towards the end of the hallway and push open the door, to be immediately met with a bright light and stereo surround sound. I blink a couple of times before I notice that there's someone curled up on the huge island of cushions that I think is meant to be a sofa.

"Shit, sorry... I was just..." My brain scrambles for an excuse. None comes. "... I was looking for somewhere to crash out."

My eyes focus on the figure on the sofa, quickly realising it's one of Jade's elder sisters. Which one though, I'm not entirely sure as they all look so alike and were all a few years ahead of us at school. Her features are illuminated by the huge screen which fills the wall opposite her and thankfully she looks mildly amused by the unexpected intrusion.

"Overdone it already?" She says, her voice slightly lower and better spoken than Jade.

"No, nothing as exciting as that, 14 hour shift, 3:30AM alarm, and now designated driver." I hover in the doorway, not sure what the next step is.

She chuckles lightly. "Well, that sounds awful. You can come in if you want. The room is soundproof so the movies don't wake up the whole house, but equally so I don't have to listen to my little sisters party either."

I laugh, she has that same easy going demeanour as her sister. I step in and close the door behind me, immediately blocking out the noise of the party behind me. I nod, impressed making her laugh again.

"You sure you don't mind?" I ask.

She shakes her head, eyes still weighing me up slightly. "So, which one are you?" She smiles.

"Kyle." I reply as I settle in the cushions, eyes widening slightly as I sink into them in a way that I've never experienced from a sofa. I sit back, and even at over 6 feet tall, my feet are nowhere near the edge, I get the appeal.

"Sorry, I don't know which sister you are either, there's too many of you."

She laughs again as she relaxes back into the cushions again. "Megan. Or Meg. Whichever suits." She glances across and sees me calculating. "One above Jade."

I laugh too, I do know of her, she went to school with my older brother. "Oh... I think you went to school with my brother Michael."

She shoots a look across at me and I cringe. "Yeah, that Michael. We're not alike, honest."

She laughs, a genuine clear laugh. "He was... okay..." She's being generous, he's a notorious arsehole.

We attempt some more small talk before the sofa begins to claim me and her attention returns to her film, some Korean subtitled drama that I have no chance of keeping up with. Within minutes my eyes are drooping, even as I try to stay awake and embarrassingly my head snaps back a couple of times as I catch myself with a loud gasp, making her chuckle and me mumble an apology each time.

After about the seventh time of this routine she pauses the film with a sigh and turns to me. I apologise again and go to get up and leave her in peace.

"No, just come here." She pats her lap and for the first time I really look at her. She's casually dressed, grey tracksuit bottoms, bare feet and a tank top that barely contains the kind of chest that can only be described as gravity defying. She's pretty too, more mature looking than Jade, but still fresh faced, especially without makeup, a few old acne scars bringing out imperfections that somehow only enhance her looks.

I pause. Unsure of what to do. I'm not the most confident with women anyway, even less so when I'm sleep deprived and sober, but her eyes never leave me, she pats her lap again expectantly. "Are you sure?" I ask quietly.

"It's literally my suggestion. Now come on, you're clearly exhausted and you're going to break your neck if you keep doing that." I can already tell I don't really have a choice in the matter and tentatively I lay down, my head landing in her warm lap, my legs curled up onto the sofa, trainers discarded on the floor. She presses play on her film again and with her other hand gently starts to stroke my hair soothingly. Within seconds I'm out, my eyes fluttering closed and then the sounds of the room float away as I succumb to sleep.

Hours later I wake again, not with a start, but certainly with some confusion. Nothing feels familiar. I rub my eyes, letting them adjust to the gloom. I'm still in the same room, but not in the same position as I can now feel a warm body moulded to me and a blanket over us. My nostrils are filled with the fruity scent of a shampoo I don't recognise and time is now just an illusion. Just as I'm about to push myself up the body cuddled up to me moves and Megan turns her head slightly to speak, her voice adorably sleepy.

"He wakes. You were out for the count."

I push myself up on my elbow, trying to get my bearings.

"What time is it?" My own voice hoarse with sleep.

"Early. About 5AM" I see her reach for her phone, the illuminated screen burning my eyes momentarily. "Good guess. 5:07." She puts the phone face down again and resettles.

"5AM? Shit... I was meant to be driving." A chuckle comes from below me and I feel her drape my arm back over her.

"They went hours ago. I told them to get a taxi, I wasn't waking you up. You were out like a light." I stay in my sat up position for a few seconds, processing, my hand now resting on her warm tummy.

"Oh." That's all I could think to say. Hardly eloquent. I settle back down. Seems I have nowhere to be but here. She presses herself against me, getting comfortable again and I start to feel a stirring between us. I cringe. Not now, please. I pull away slightly to make it less obvious, but she follows me.

"Don't worry about that. It's been pressing into me for the last hour anyway." My eyes grow wide as her voice cuts through the mounting tension.

"Oh. Right. Ermmmm. Sorry." Nothing but a chuckle from in front of me. I lay there for a few minutes, my hardness now straining uncomfortably against the seam of my jeans. I try to adjust a few times to no avail until I feel her roll over to face me with a loud sigh.

"Single?" It's a single word, and it hits me like a punch in the face.

"Ermmm, yeah... very. You?" Even in the semi darkness I see her smile. "Yep." The syllable has barely left her mouth when I find my bottom lip in her mouth, a gentle nibble acting like the starting pistol. We start to kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. It's breathy, wet and so fucking hot. She takes the lead throughout, her tongue finding mine first, her body pressing into me closer.

My hands start to gain confidence, and I trace the line of her back before I find the curve of her arse. I squeeze. Firm and muscular, catching me by surprise. I squeeze again, like I'm making sure. "Horse riding" she says between kisses, as if she's reading my mind. I hum complimentarily into her mouth as my hand continues its exploration of her bum. I'm rock hard now, and straining to get free like my body knows that the only thing between it and reaching heaven is a couple of layers of fabric.

We continue to kiss for a couple of minutes, hands starting explore each other. I feel as her arm makes its way between us and I open the gap between our bodies slightly to give her access. She undoes my belt and then the buttons on my jeans with deft fingers and I obey instantly when she whispers "off" into my mouth, helping her pull them down just enough to free me from my boxer shorts. I feel my hard cock spring free, and I can't help but groan as she wraps her hand around my hard length giving it one long agonising stroke from tip to base, judging the size with her hand in the darkness.

"Oooh, Hello there..." She purrs.

I'm well aware that I am entirely average but the words still give me an ego boost that I could survive on for years to come.

She starts to stroke me, her hand gliding up my shaft and then over the head of my cock, twirling her palm around the tip before sliding it back down again. It feels incredible. I've had handjobs, quick hurried fumbles before the main course, but this feels different, it makes my whole body shiver with each pass and my legs feel like they're made from liquid. And the best part about it? She's clearly delighted about it. She smiles into my mouth with each shudder and moan, knowing exactly what she's doing to me and loving the control she has right now.

My hand finds its way from her bum to her hip, hovering there like it's waiting for permission. My own hips involuntarily thrust into her hand and then she whispers for me to continue and I melt even further. I slip my hand past the waistband of her tracksuit bottoms and into her knickers, the elastic giving me easy access. My fingers trail over the patch of hair, thick but trimmed and then lower, into the smooth folds and it's at this point that my breath really catches.

She's not just starting to get wet, she's already soaked and my fingers glide over her with absolutely no resistance. She hears the catch in my breath and giggles. "You've been pressing this against me for the past two hours, what did you expect?" I'm not sure what I expected, but I know I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

I explore with my fingers, discovering the spots that make her gasp and then deeper, dipping one, then two and then three fingers inside of her. She's not joking, she needs this.

"Tell me what you like." I whisper before my lips find her neck.

She doesn't tell me, she shows.

Her hand finds my wrist, pulling my hand back up before she takes control of my fingers. She moves them to where she needs them, scissoring her hard little clit between my fingers before she starts to move them side to side. Her breaths quickly turn to moans and I can tell that this is a particularly efficient tutorial in getting her off.

She removes her hand, giving me control and I continue just as I've been taught, clit trapped between my fingers, side to side motion at just the right pace.

My lips continue their exploration of her neck and collar bone as my fingers continue their side to side motion, struggling to grip as she gets ever wetter. My fingers slip over the nub of her clit from time to time which makes her gasp loudly into my hair, the stimulation too much for her. Her spare hand comes around the back of my head, pulling me into her neck further, encouraging me to mark her. She moans loudly as my teeth makes contact with her skin but continues to hold me there.

"Don't stop..." the first verbal instructions. I've no intention of stopping. I can feel her body reacting to my touch, her thighs trembling against me and her hand starts to become more erratic on my cock until it stills entirely, her entire focus now on her rapidly approaching orgasm. I bite her neck again, just hard enough and her back arches as she groans.

"Fuck... I'm getting close." It takes everything I've got not to combust then and there as the words escape her mouth in a breathy moan. She holds me even closer and her legs start to tremble even harder. She's on the brink and I can feel it there. Her moans find a rhythm and then... she goes rigid, no sounds, no trembles, just taut muscles clinging onto the precipice. Time seems to stand still, the only motion in the room my fingers moving like a metronome, until...

"I'm cumming!" The dam breaks and her body convulses against me, violent twitches and contractions as she clamps her thighs around my hand. "Jesus Christ..." she groans to anyone who can hear as the aftershocks crash through her like waves against the rocks. Her hand squeezes around my cock, stroking it again almost unconsciously as she comes back down to earth. Her eyes flutter open, slowly refocussing on mine as she returns to reality. A grin breaks out across her face, drunk on pheromones and pleasure.

"Well... that was fun." We both burst out laughing, she's fucking adorable and at the same time, the sexist thing I've ever seen.

We start to kiss again, more tenderly this time, though it doesn't take long for our tongues to start their dance once more. Her hand still strokes me, steady and slow, keeping me hard in her palm. She breaks the kiss again, bring her lips to my ear. "Want to fuck me?" The words send a lightning bolt directly down my spine and leaves me stammering. She rolls her eyes playfully and pushes me onto my back before kneeling beside me.

She gestures to my jeans and boxers, still at half mast down my thighs and I quickly scramble to get them off while she undresses with far more dignity. The tracksuit bottoms are first to go, and then as she brackets my body with her legs, the tank top is pulled over her head and I suddenly start to believe in a higher being as she reveals a pair of breasts that can only have been created by God himself. She smiles as my eyes look like they're about to bulge out of my skull, she knows exactly how good she looks and doesn't mind an audience one little bit.

"Well, are you just going to look at them?"

I don't need asking twice. My hands come up to meet her, squeezing and caressing with what could be generously described as boyish enthusiasm. She watches me, eyes taking in every change in my expression, the dull light from the lone lamp giving us just enough illumination to enjoy the view. I'm still enjoying myself when she reaches behind her back to resume her stroking and my eyes come back up to meet her.

"Having fun down there?" She teases. I don't have words but my expression tells her that all of my Christmases have come at once right now.

She leans in, eyes on mine, searching them as her lips graze mine. "You're safe?" I gulp and nod, finally trying to process words. "Yeah, of course... are you?" I nearly cringe, but I guess it's a fair question in hindsight.

She smiles. "Uh-huh, Mum put us all on the pill as soon as we turned 15 and... yeah, clean as a whistle."

It should feel absurd. It doesn't. She bites my lip gently again making me gasp. "Ready?" She whispers into my mouth. I nod. "Good boy." I melt.

Seconds later she's sinking onto me and I'm reaching a higher plane of existence with every inch. She seats herself fully on me, wiggling slightly as she accommodates me, her hands planted on my chest. I suddenly realise that I'm laying there like a mannequin and let my hands start learning her curves once again bringing them up to her sides as she slowly starts to grind on me, her eyes never leaving me as her hips move like waves.

From below, I drink her in. The way she moves, the curves of her body, how hard those irresistible nipples of hers have become in the cool morning air. My hands become greedy and I grab two handfuls of her boobs as she starts to pick up pace on me. She feels just as incredible as she looks, her wetness coats me with every roll of her hips. She tilts her head back, exposing her throat, letting her long hair drape behind her as she too starts to lose herself in pleasure.

Our bodies start to move together, finding a rhythm that's driving us both wild. My hand return to the soft flesh of her hips again, helping to guide her movements. She brings her head back down and meets my lips in a messy kiss, all tongues and saliva as she moans into my mouth.

"Does that feel good?" She whispers. My hands squeeze her hips. "You feel like heaven." She grins in approval as she pushes herself back up, riding me with no hands now, her fingers occupied by her own nipples as she puts on a show for me.

And it works too. I feel the familiar rising feeling building from deep within me. "Megan..." I manage to warn. Her eyes lock with mine and sparkle devilishly. "Go on... do it... do it for me." She purrs seductively, her hips moving with more and more purpose with each passing second.

"Can I?" I groan. "Inside me? You're going nowhere else." She teases playfully, her hips never missing a beat. My hands grip onto her hips, digging into the flesh probably harder than I realise, but she doesn't even flinch, just keeps riding it out, eyes like lasers on me.

And then I break. I thrust upwards and her eyes grow wide with delight as I start to fill her up. She never stops moving either, working it out of me as I lose all control underneath her. "Fuckkkk..." is all that I manage to say as the aftershocks rip through me like I've rarely felt before until finally she comes to a halt as I lay breathless and spent beneath her.

She raises her eyebrows in amusement as she looks down at me, her hands gently resting on my chest, grounding me as the world comes back into focus around me. "All done?" She grins knowingly. All I can do is laugh deliriously.

"I'll take that as a yes." She smiles as she leans down to kiss me, slow and gentle now, a far cry from the frantic battles of tongues from earlier. She breaks the kiss and leans over the side of the sofa, still seated on me as I rapidly start to soften inside of her. She scrabbles around for her knickers in her pile of clothes, bunching them up in her hand to use as a makeshift towel as she rolls off of me in one smooth movement.

"Don't move, I'll get a towel." She rolls off the sofa, knickers between her legs, the words redundant since I feel like I couldn't move for a month right now anyway, my bones feeling like liquid as the warmth rushes through my body.

I watch her leave, somehow managing to still look sexy even with the waddle of shame, her body a work of art. As the door closes behind her I settle into the cushion, staring up at nothing in particular grinning like an idiot. Somehow being where I didn't want to be has turned into the best morning of my life. There's probably a lesson to be learned there, but I don't have that kind of thought capacity right now.

A couple of minutes later she returns clutching a towel. She's still unashamedly and gloriously nude and has a glowing smile that's lighting up her face. She chucks me the towel as she plops back down on the sofa, curling her legs under her as I clean myself up. She watches me, barely suppressing a giggle. I look up and catch her eye. "What?" I ask, sheepishly.

She chuckles again. "Nothing... it was just like a Tsunami in there, I haven't quite got over it yet." I blush but laugh too. "I mean..." I can't quite form words yet, so I simply gesture appreciatively at her body.

She grins and then crawls towards me tucking herself onto my shoulder and draping her leg over me. "I'm glad you had a good time... hope it made it worth coming here." Her voice is softer now, and she cuddles up close, settling into me as I wrap my arm around her.

"Honestly, the best morning of my life. I'm pretty sure this is how it feels to win the lottery." She laughs and slaps my chest playfully, but doesn't argue.

We lay there for a few minutes, just enjoying each others warmth. "Do I need to leave yet?" I ask, the question hanging in the air. She shakes her head. "Not yet, no. It's still early and I think Jade had someone stay, there's still a couple of cars in the drive."

She snuggles even closer to emphasise her point and reaches behind her to pull the blanket over us.

We fall into a comfortable, dozing silence, her using me as a pillow and me exactly where I want to be. Our breathing gets heavier and falls into sync as our eyes close, blissed out in our own post orgasmic bubbles. The world outside ceases to exist and all that matters right now is my skin against hers.

However, just like everything, reality is a tax that needs paying and a few hours later reality comes to collect in the form of Megan's phone beeping incessantly with its morning wake up call. She rolls over, groaning, no longer in pleasure but frustration as her hand taps around trying to find the interruption. I cling onto the final few seconds before she rolls over to face me propped up on her elbow, her smile now tinged with sadness.

"Kicking out time?" I smile, matching her sadness. She nods, her eyes tracing over my face like she's memorising it. "Afraid so." She presses my nose with the tip of her finger before she rolls off the sofa collecting her clothes to pull on.

I follow suit, reluctantly, my eyes not leaving her even as I pull on my jeans. I gulp, fearing my next question. "You don't live around here anymore do you?" The question is loaded with more meaning than just where does she call home these days. She shakes her head as she pulls on her tank top. "Leeds." About three hours away, I nod understanding.

I get up and pull on my t-shirt, "maybe I could visit at some point, it's meant to be a good city." She pauses for a second and then walks over, draping her arms around my neck, looking up into my eyes. She can tell there's a hundred things I want to say right now.

"Listen, I still come down to visit a lot, maybe we'll bump into each other again. You were obviously meant to fall asleep in my lap last night so maybe the world has plans for us, but if not..." She kisses me. "Like you said, best morning ever."

I look down into her eyes, it's not a yes, it's not a no, it's a thread of hope that we might cross paths again. I can accept that, and I smile. She gives me a wink and then unhooks her arms. "Come on you, it's not called kicking out time for no reason and it's still too early to be having an awkward conversation with Jade and whoever stayed with her last night." She squeezes my bum playfully making me laugh.

We head to the back door through the kitchen, still a minefield of empty glasses and abandoned cans and I turn to face her as she huddles against the cold morning air, her arms across her chest and her feet tapping against the doorstep.

"Thank you... for... the best time ever." I want to say something romantic and meaningful, but that's not my strong suit. She smiles and leans in for one last kiss, it lingers like neither of us want it to end. "Go on. Before I have to hide you in my wardrobe or something." She smiles, the grin reaching all the way to her eyes. I lean in one last peck goodbye and then turn, scrambling in my pockets for my car keys.

I turn back for one last look, but the door is already closed and she's gone. I don't know whether that's a blessing or a curse.

I climb into my car, sitting there for a few seconds. Part of me wants to just run back inside and face the music, but something else tells me that fate might have other plans for me and Megan.

I switch on the car and from inside the kitchen, just out of eyeshot, Megan leans against the cabinet listening to the crunch of gravel as I drive away, an unfamiliar knot forming in her stomach.