Their Secret (closed)

Big mike grinned and waved. "College cheerleaders are hot. I knew you were some fine ass when i first saw you." He told her eying her tummy as she lifted her top up slowly. He licked his lips and gently unbuttoned his pants and prepared for the main course.
 
She giggled, amused he thought she was in college. "I do have a fiiine assss..." she turned around to show it off as she pulled her top up and off. She shook her ass for him, holding her hair up on her neck as she did. "Liiiike iiit?"
 
Big Mike grinned as she turned her ass to him. He watched her pull her top off revealing her smooth flawless skin and wiggled her hips.

"Damn girl you look like and amazing fuck. Why dont you come on over and suck me off a little. Get my fat dick all hard for that tight ass pussy."
 
Jenni smiled, stumbling over to him a little bit, giggling at herself. She moved in close to Big Mike, getting down on her knees, resting her hands on his thighs. "...gonna make it real hard," she murmured, reaching for his dick, sticking out her tongue and rolling it over his head.
 
Mike grunted not expecting the bitch to go right for his head. He gasped and felt his cock jerk, a flood of his thick cream popped off onto her face and tongue. Mike grunted with it, grabbing her hair and not letting hrr pull away. If he was going to cum early then she fucking better take it all. Damn these fine young sluts making him lose control like this. It was her fault for teasing him. If she had just fucked him right away instead of fucking around then he would have had more fun with her.

When he finished he shoved her away and murmured a thanks before tucking his cock into his pants and leaving the room.
 
Jenni looked up from the floor, stunned, not sure what just happened. She sniffled, feeling a bruise already forming on her elbow where she'd impacted the hard wooden floor after Big Mike shoved her away. She whined, feeling gross and dirty from him cumming on her face and forcing her to swallow the rest. She wiped her face with her hands, regretting going upstairs with that guy. It didn't turn out to be very fun at all.

She glanced around, lost, too drunk to know what to do next. She got up from the floor after a while, putting her shirt back on backwards. She stumbled her way out of the room, slumping down in the hallway, the loud music from downstairs hurting her head. She cried softly, pulling her cell phone out of her bag. She was too drunk to drive herself home. She couldn't call her parents, they would kill her for getting so drunk. Her brother was 1000s of miles away. Her friends were probably as drunk as her. What could she do but just sit there in misery?
 
Mike had been sitting in agony on his bed. What did he do now? He had already apologized what else could he do?

He grabbed his.phone and wrote: please forgive me.
 
Jenni whined as her phone buzzed in her hand. She looked down at her screen, having trouble reading the text. She cried a little harder, just starting to press the buttons until something happened. She happened to press the call button, automatically dialing Mike's number.
 
Moments after sending the text his phone began to ring. Mike jerked it up and answered it, "Jenni? look jenni im stupid and im sorry if i said something wr...." He stopped because all he heard on the other side was sobbing.

"jenni are you alright? Where are you?" He asked knowing that clearly something bad had happened to her.
 
Jenni sniffled, putting her phone to her ear when she heard talking. "H-Hello?" She murmured, her voice shaky. She heard Mike's voice and frowned. "I'm reaaally druuunk. I can't drriiive," she sobbed.
 
Mike stood and yanked a coat on. "Hold on Jenni, where are you?" She told him and he nodded, "Alright just hold on my way."

Ten minutes later Mike pulled up to a very drunk Jenni. Her shirt on backwards, hair a mess and makeuo smeered. Someone had done a number on the girl. He said nothing as he helped her into the car and drove home. He didnt know where she lived so he took he to his place so she could sober and clean up.
 
Jenni leaned against the car door as Mike drove them to his house. She sniffled every once in the while, but otherwise said nothing. When Mike helped her out of the car to get inside, she looked at him, her eyes glossy with tears. "I just wanna take a shower," she murmured, frowning deeply.
 
Mike understood and helped her to the bathroom. Once there he turned the water on and set the temperature to a nice warmth. Slowly he turned to Jenni and eyed her body. "Do you need help getting in the shower or will you be ok?" He wasnt surd if the first time he saw her naked she would want him to see it like this.
 
She shook her head, turning away from him. "Please...I'm fine..." she replied, shakily moving her hands to pull off her shirt by herself, wanting to just be alone for a while.
 
Mike nodded and slowly left her in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. While Jenni cleaned up Mike sat on his bed and waited, she was obviously too drunk to go home in her own, so she wouod either stay here with him or he would take her home. It hurt him to see her like this though. This wasnt the cool sexy confideng Jenni he knew. This was the Jenni that had gone over the line and paid for it.
 
Once she got herself undressed, Jenni stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water beat against her skin. She bowed her head, letting her hair get soaked as she tried to get at least a little bit sobered up. She felt groggy and still a little confused about what she'd done to get to this point. All she knew for sure was that she'd drank too much and Mike came to bail her out. She sighed, staying in the shower for almost 20 minutes until the water started getting cool. She stayed behind the shower curtain, hugging her arms, not sure where to get a towel. "Mike?" She called to him weakly through the door.
 
Mike heard her calling weakly for him and he went to her. Slowly he opened the door and poked his head inside, "What do you need Jenni?" He asked, hoping all was ok.

He lahghed at the fact that she didnt have a towel, finding humor ok n the situation. He grabbed one from under the sink and handed it to her, careful to keep his eyes off her now wet and clean body.
 
Jenni took the towel from Mike's hands and pulled it into the shower with her. She wrapped it around her body, stepping out and setting her feet on the bathroom floor. She sighed heavily, tired from her few hours of partying hard. "I need to lay down...somewhere."
 
Mike nodded and took her back to his room. He gestured to his bed, "Go ahead and take a nap on my bed. Ill get your clothes washed by the morning." He left her alone in his room while he went to the bathroom to gather her clothes and went downstairs to throw them in the washer.
 
She felt weird being in Mike's bed since it wasn't her own, but once she slid under the covers, her eyes started to close. His pillows felt soft and comforting against her skin, so she cuddled up to them. By the time Mike returned, she had drifted off to sleep, her hair falling into her face.
 
Mike came back to find Jenni out like a light. The towel was on the floor which meant she was nude under the covers. Mike felt a tingle in his groin, a yearning in his lions that he got from having a naked girl in his bed. For now though, he knew that there would be things to talk about in the morning.

So he climbed up beside Jenni and slept on top of the covers beside her.
 
Jenni slept straight through to the morning, only stirring occasionally as the night went on. She'd had a relaxed, dreamless sleep. She had turned her body toward Mike's and leaned in close to him sometime after the sun came up. Her face was nestled against his chest when she finally started to awake.
 
Mike tissed and turned as he was not used to wearing so much, nor being in top of the covers. He woke to a weight on his chest that kept him from rolling over. It was Jenni, resting her head on his chest. He smiled and relaxed back on the bed in order to let her use him as a pillow. This was probably the closest he'd ever get to sleeping with her so he might as well lay back and enjoy it.
 
She sighed softly into his chest, starting to wake up. The material of his covers felt nice on her naked body, caressing her curves whenever she moved even the slightest bit. She realized she was resting against another body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up to discover it was Mike's. "Oh," she exhaled, relieved it wasn't some stranger she'd hooked up with from the other night. "Hi," she said, a bit timid, wondering exactly how she'd gotten into Mike's bed since she didn't remember even going to his house.
 
Mike smiled down at her and said, "Hi there. How do you feel?" he gestured over the side of the bed. "I put a bucket there if you aren't feeling too hot." He could tell that she was a bit confuse about how she ended up in his bed last night. So he explained to her what had happened.

He told her that she called him, sobbing and too drunk to drive home so he came and got her. He told her that he made sure she had a hot shower and let her sleep in his bed. He also assured her, that he did not undress her, nor take peeks at her naked perfection.
 
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