Friday Knight Writers' Block

Insomnia

© 2003 by Girl Friday, Frank Downey, Alienor, Arty, Heathen, Ed Houle, & Mark Reed

Reposted with permission of the authors.

Girl Friday started off as Emily:

Insomnia sucks.

It was the third night in a row that I was unable to sleep. Between final exams and getting ready to go home for winter break, I was wiggin' out big time. I had to find a way to relieve the stress I was under or I would never get any sleep.

I shared a small, off-campus apartment with two guys. One of them, Jeff, was never around. He had a girlfriend and spent most nights with her. My other roommate, Ned, was one of my best buds. It had been a little weird for me at first. I never lived with men before. Fortunately, I was enough of a tom-boy that they treated me like one of the guys.

Which brings me back to the situation at hand. I was wide awake, stressed out, and looking for a way to relieve the tension. Jeff was gone, as usual. Ned was in his room, sound asleep. I could hear him snoring from where I sat in front of my computer. Assured of a little privacy, I clicked on my favorite erotica website and began to read.

The story was hot and had me squirming in my seat. I reached up under my tee shirt and began to play with my nipples as the story unfolded. Damn, this author was good! My hand drifted lower and slipped inside my panties. I was so engrossed in the story that I never heard the snoring stop. I was thisclose to cumming when I heard Ned clear his throat.

Frank Downey took over as Ned:

As I stumbled out of the bathroom and took a look into the living room of our apartment, I saw something I never thought I'd see, I'll tell you that!

Look, I know Emily's a girl. But she's 'one of the guys,' too. Ever since we'd been living together, she'd always been very careful to keep certain things private--and so had Jeff and I. And that made it easier to think of her as 'one of the guys.' That illusion was smashed to smithereens as I saw her there, fondling her nipples and furiously rubbing her pussy. I made a little noise, and she jumped.

"Ned!" she blurted, leaping out of the computer chair. "I thought you were sleeping."

"Had to pee," I told her.

"I couldn't sleep, I mean, I was so tense, and I was reading, and, well...." she was babbling. I barely heard her. All I could do was look at her. Her nipples poked out from under her tee-shirt. I could see the dampness in her panties. Her face was flushed.

My God, she was beautiful.

She was still babbling. "I was tense, and I was trying to relieve some of the pressure, so I could sleep, and...." I still barely heard her.

It's not that I never noticed. It's that it was easier not to notice. We had to live together, after all. It was safer. Safer to treat her like one of the guys, safer not to notice how beautiful she was. And, now, it would've been safer to feign embarrassment, duck out of the room, apologize for interrupting her, and pretend it never happened. That'd be the safe thing to do.

After I'd seen her standing like this, in all her glory, gorgeous and turned-on? Fuck safe.

"Emily," I said, interrupting her babbling. She stopped talking, and looked at me. "Would you like a little help?"

Alienor added for Emily:

I wanted to die. I wanted to come, too, badly, and preferably before I died. Ned looked at me with hungry eyes. I'd seen him look at his girlfriends like that. Like he wanted to eat them raw. Oh God, he wanted to eat me, and I wanted him to.

Then I noticed the tent in his shorts. Oh my. Rational thought left me. I slumped back on the swiveling chair and spread my legs. "Please?"

He knelt slowly between my feet, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands stroked my thighs. "Relax." Yeah, right. My blood is pounding, steam is pouring out of my ears, and I'm supposed to relax? Not to mention that I was in this situation because I couldn't relax before.

"Emily? Breathe. Deep breaths." He breathed slowly to show me. When he expired, the cool breath went through my sweaty t-shirt, straight to my nipples. I shivered and moaned. The rat bastard chuckled. "So, what were you reading? It looks like it was pretty hot stuff." Oh shit. Now he wanted to talk about erotica. I was so pent up I couldn't wait. I brought my hand to my pussy.

Arty continued as Ned:

"Now, let's not be too impatient shall we?"

I stopped her hand from reaching her pussy and with surprising difficulty I moved it out of the way. She moaned in frustration.

"I think we should get rid of this restrictive clothing before the patient collapses don't you?"

I lifted her T-shirt over her head. While she was effectively blindfolded by the shirt I bent forward and captured a nipple between my lips. Her breath hissed in response, after sucking and swirling it with my tongue I left it to give the other one equal time. I heard her moan in frustration as the stimulation ended. Then she sighed as I did the same to the other nipple. I let go of her shirt so that I could use a hand to ensure that both nipples we occupied. Suddenly she cried out and became rigid.

I stopped and finished removing the shirt. She was flushed and her eyes were sparkling.

"God Ned, that was amazing."

"Did you?"

"Yes" She answered the unspoken question. "Only a small one but that's the first time ever just from someone playing with my tits."

I grinned at her. "If the patient is ready shall we see what happens when we get to the nub of the matter?"

I started to slide her shorts and panties down her legs, the aroma of seriously aroused woman assailed me and my erection, already hard, became throbbing.

What's this? Finally Heathen joins in as Emily:

I was conscious of the feel of Ned's hands as he slid the rest of my clothing down my legs and to the floor. I was now fully exposed to his gaze, and the tent in his boxers showed me that he liked what he saw. He knelt in front of my chair and coaxed me forward until my pussy was just past the edge of the seat.

He looked up into my face, seeking permission to continue. The fire in my eyes gave him his answer. He moved his tongue along the inside of my thighs until he made contact with my outer lips. The feel of his tongue sent shock waves through me as I tried to buck my hips to get more contact.

He did not disappoint. His lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, pushing and probing at my hole then sliding up to move around and over my clit. I pulled his face tighter against me moaning, "Do it now Ned make me cum."

He sucked my clit into his mouth and ran his tongue over that sensitive nub. It was all I could stand and my body went rigid as the intensity of the orgasm rushed through me.

I slid out of the chair and Ned guided me onto his lap, his arms around my back to support me. As I came to, I was very aware of his rock hard cock pushing against my lower body.

I kissed him as passionately as I could, then still breathless, I said, "How about I return the favor?"

Ed Houle added as Ned:

It was hard to imagine how I'd ever managed to think of Emily as a "tomboy", watching her move down my body. Her teeth nicked a nipple, then her tongue poked quickly into my navel. Then she slipped off my shorts, her face between my legs. I needed relief, badly, just as she had a few minutes before. But she must have decided that turnabout was fair play -- she started to tease me mercilessly.

Emily's mouth latched on to my cock, not near the head where I needed her to be, but at the base. She gave me an oh-so-gentle bite, then moved down to tongue my balls. Very carefully she took first one, then the other into her mouth; no one had ever done that for me before, and my mind was nearly blown. It was erotic, stimulating my brain almost enough to make me cum, but she was careful to not hit any nerve endings. Expertly she prolonged the tease.

Pre-cum was running down my shaft. Emily's tongue ran up, licking it from below the head like a dripping ice cream cone on a hot day. I didn't think I could stand it any more; I needed to cum more than I needed to breathe. Just as I was about to do something rash, she decided to take pity. One hand gripping the base of my shaft, Emily put her mouth over the head, first sucking furiously, and then gently tonguing my leaking slit. As she began to bob up and down, I grabbed the back of her head, needing to get farther into her mouth, into her throat. I've never cum as hard. Emily swallowed furiously, but couldn't keep up with my orgasm, letting cum run back down my shaft and matting my pubes as her fist pumped up and down. After the fifth spurt my world went briefly black, overwhelmed by sensation.

I came around a few moments later, Emily's arms tightly around me. No one spoke as we tried to catch our breath. Finally I had to ask. "Who were you reading, and where do I sign up?!"

Mark Reed stepped in as Emily:

I laughed a little at his enthusiastic words. Now that Ned and I had crossed this line, I planned on enjoying myself. “Baby, those were just the warm ups. For the real class, you need to take me to bed.”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around me. With a show of strength I hadn’t expected from him, he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. I giggled and would have given him a peck on the cheek, but got tossed unceremoniously onto the mattress before I could. Ned tackled me playfully before I could react.

I’d wanted to tease him some more while we waited for the next round, but Ned beat me to it. He pinned my arms to the mattress above my head and sat on my thighs, trapping my legs. I watched him devour me with his eyes and felt my nipples throb at the sensations that ran through me. His head bent down to kiss me softly on my lips. My mouth opened and his tongue caressed my own. I melted under his attention, letting my muscles relax and enjoying the passive feelings sweeping through me.

His tongue gave a last gentle swipe across my upper lip before his mouth moved down to lick and nibble my throat. I tossed my head up so he had more room to work with. His kisses trailed slowly across my throat and down towards my chest. He stopped to pay special attention to the hollow of my neck, making me shiver in delight under his weight. He continued his way down towards the swells of flesh that he seemed to desire so much. He reached my right breast and began making long, firm strokes with his tongue. My skin tingled and my breathing grew heavy. I pressed my legs together tightly and tried to wiggle my hips as much as I could into his groin and ass. He responded by licking a circle around my areole. I moaned and thrust my chest up towards his mouth.

I thought he was going to do something to my nipple, but he suddenly moved his head towards my other breast. My groan started as one of frustration but turned to one of pleasure as he began lapping at the flesh on the left side of my chest. He slowly licked, nibbled, and lapped at my breast, making circular motions so he wouldn’t miss anything. My hips became a little more insistent as they tried to squirm under the weight that pinned them. I concentrated on trying to press my thighs together more to create more heat between my legs, and his ass began to grind into me with circular motions in response.

I gasped as Ned suddenly wrapped his lips around my nipple and started to suck. It felt like he had two mouths- one on my nipple and a fainter one sucking away at my clit. I squirmed with more fervor, thrusting my chest out again in an attempt to get more contact. My mind was flooded with a haze of endorphins; my only thoughts crafted from lust and need.

I’m not sure how long I lay under Ned; I squirmed, moaned, gasped, and pressed into him for so long that time lost all meaning. Eventually he brought me out of my daze by releasing my nipple from his mouth and my arms from his hands and sitting up. I calmed down enough to look into his lust filled eyes and asked him what was wrong. He smiled back at me. “I don’t know about you,” he husked. “But I’m ready for more.”

Girl Friday finished it for Ned:

Emily's expression changed from dazed to seductive in a flash. She sat up beside me and captured my lips in a kiss that scorched my brain. Shoving on my shoulders, she got me to turn and lie down, never once breaking the kiss. She climbed on top of me, her hard, erect nipples drilling into my chest as she worked her way from my mouth to my jaw with small, open-mouthed kisses. She stretched briefly to lick my earlobe before kissing her way down my chest. Her dripping pussy was grinding against my rock-hard cock, driving me into a frenzy of lust. She sucked my left nipple, biting it gently, then turned her attention to the other one, rubbing against me the whole time.

"Em ... *please* ..."

She reared up at my words and impaled herself on my cock. SHIT that felt so fucking good! Emily was tight, wet, and incredibly hot. If I hadn't already cum once, I would have blasted off right then. I bent my knees to give her some support as she started to bounce up and down on my cock. I don't know what she was doing with her pussy but it felt incredible, like she was squeezing it as I slid in and out of her.

I reached out to grip her hips, helping to hold her steady as she increased the pace. She looked into my eyes as she rode my cock and feelings I never knew I had for her surged up in me. Deal with that later, I thought. For now, let's just enjoy the ride. I moved one of my hands so that I could rub her clit as she moaned and started slamming herself down on me.

"Neeedddddd!"

Emily threw her head back and screamed my name as her pussy started to spasm around my cock. Jesus, she was beautiful. I thrust up into her and felt the cum start to boil up out of my balls. With a yell to match hers, I buried my cock balls deep inside of Emily as my orgasm ripped through me. I swear I felt her pussy spasm again but I was too lost in my pleasure to be certain. Emily collapsed beside me and snuggled up tight, still panting and dazed. It was all I could do at that moment to wrap my arms around her, but it was enough for both of us.

I could feel myself getting sleepy and I knew I was about to drift off, but first we had to get something settled.

"Emmie?"

"Yeah?"

"Was this just a one-shot deal, or do you think we should see if this works?"

"If this is how you treat insomnia, consider me a terminal patient. I'm gonna need permanent therapy."

For the first time ever, I was ecstatic at the prospect of many sleepless nights. As I drifted off to sleep, Emily wrapped in my arms, I said a silent prayer of thanks for insomnia.

--Fin--

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