Andrew lies sprawled on Jake’s couch, the soft fabric digging into his bare back as he stares at the TV screen, half-drunk and completely relaxed. The party earlier had been a blur of loud music, laughter, and too many shots of tequila. Jake, his best friend, had insisted he stay the night, and Andrew hadn’t argued. Now, wearing nothing but his boxers, he’s halfway through some action movie he’s not really paying attention to. His eyelids feel heavy, but he’s not ready to sleep just yet.

The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the TV and the faint glow of the kitchen down the hall. Andrew’s mind is foggy, his thoughts slow and sluggish from the alcohol. He shifts on the couch, his hand absentmindedly brushing against the bulge in his boxers. He’s horny, though he’s trying not to think about it. Parties always do this to him—the combination of booze and half-dressed girls leaves him aching by the end of the night.

That’s when Bray walks in.

She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, the kind that looks like she stole it from Jake’s closet. It’s thin and worn, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. Andrew’s eyes widen as he notices she’s not wearing a bra. Her tits bounce with every step, the hard nipples pressing against the material, visible even from where he’s sitting. His gaze lingers, his heart pounding in his chest as his dick begins to stir.

Bray glances at him as she passes, muttering something unintelligible on her way to the kitchen. Andrew can’t make out the words, but her voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine. He looks away, trying to pretend he’s focused on the movie, but it’s too late. His boner is already tenting his boxers, and he knows there’s no way to hide it if she looks his way again.

He shifts uncomfortably, crossing his legs and hoping the couch cushions will conceal his growing erection. The room feels warmer now, his skin prickling with anticipation. Andrew’s never been good at hiding his reactions, especially when it comes to girls like Bray. She’s Jake’s girlfriend, but that’s never stopped Andrew from noticing how hot she is. Her brown hair falls in loose waves down her back, and her hazel eyes always seem to sparkle with mischief. And those tits—perfect C-cups, perky and full, with nipples that seem to be permanently hard.

Andrew curses himself for being so obvious. He knows he should look away, but he can’t. Bray’s presence fills the room, her scent lingering in the air—a mix of perfume and something sweet, like vanilla. He wonders if she’s wearing anything under that shirt. Probably not, judging by the way her nipples are pressing against the fabric.

When Bray returns from the kitchen, Andrew’s heart skips a beat. She’s carrying a glass of water, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. Instead of walking past him again, she stops and leans over the back of the couch, her torso hovering just above his head. The movement causes her shirt to ride up, exposing her bare stomach and the curve of her hips. Andrew’s breath catches in his throat as he realizes he’s staring straight at her tits.

Her breasts are right there, inches from his face, the nipples rock hard and pointing toward him. Andrew’s mouth goes dry, his dick throbbing painfully in his boxers. He can’t look away, his eyes tracing the curve of her breasts, the faint freckles scattered across her chest. She’s so close, he can feel the warmth of her skin, smell the faint scent of her shampoo.

“Need some water?” Bray asks, her voice low and teasing. Her eyes flick down to his lap, a smirk playing on her lips as she notices the bulge in his boxers. Andrew’s face flushes, heat spreading across his cheeks. He knows he’s busted, but he can’t bring himself to care.

“Uh, yeah,” he manages, his voice cracking slightly. He reaches for the glass, his hand brushing against hers as he takes it. Her skin is soft, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Andrew’s fingers tremble as he brings the glass to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

Bray doesn’t move away. Instead, she stays leaning over him, her tits still on full display. Andrew can’t help but wonder if she’s doing this on purpose. She’s always been flirty, but this feels different. Her gaze is intense, her smirk growing as she watches him drink.

“Thirsty?” she asks, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Andrew swallows hard, his throat dry despite the water. “Yeah,” he admits, setting the glass aside. His heart is racing, his boner now impossible to ignore. He shifts again, trying to adjust himself discreetly, but Bray’s eyes follow his every move.

“Looks like you’re thirsty for more than water,” she teases, her voice dropping to a whisper. She straightens slightly, her shirt falling back into place, but not before Andrew gets another glimpse of her bare breasts. His dick twitches at the sight, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Bray,” he starts, his voice hoarse. He doesn’t know what to say, his mind a jumble of dirty thoughts and half-formed sentences. He’s never been good at this—the flirting, the teasing. But Bray seems to be doing all the work for him.

She leans back over the couch, her face inches from his. Her breath is warm on his skin, her scent intoxicating. “What?” she purrs, her eyes locking onto his. “You wanna say something?”

Andrew’s throat tightens, his words caught in his chest. He wants to tell her how hot she is, how much he’s wanted her for months. But the words won’t come out. Instead, he reaches up, his hand brushing against her arm. Her skin is soft, her muscles tense beneath his touch.

Bray shivers at his touch, her smirk fading slightly. “You’re so shy,” she murmurs, her voice soft. “But I can tell you’re not shy everywhere.” Her eyes flick down to his lap again, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

Andrew’s face burns, but he doesn’t pull away. He’s never been this close to Bray before, never felt the heat of her body so near. He wants her, more than he’s ever wanted anything. His hand moves up her arm, his fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder.

“Bray,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “I ...”

She cuts him off with a soft laugh, her breath tickling his ear. “Shh,” she says, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don’t say anything. Just… show me.”

Andrew’s heart pounds in his chest, his mind racing. He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand moves down her back, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin is warm, her muscles taut beneath his touch. He pulls her closer, his lips brushing against her neck.

Bray gasps, her head falling back as she presses herself against him. Her tits are pressed against his chest, her nipples hard against his skin. Andrew groans, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. He’s never touched her like this before, never felt the weight of her tits in his hands. They’re perfect, just like he imagined—full and soft, her nipples pebbling beneath his touch.

Bray moans, her hands gripping the back of the couch as she grinds against him. “Take it off,” she whispers, her voice urgent. “I wanna feel your hands on me.”

Andrew doesn’t hesitate. He pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it aside as he drinks in the sight of her bare breasts. Her tits are even more beautiful than he imagined, her nipples tight and pink, her skin flushed with desire. He leans forward, his lips brushing against her chest as he kisses his way down her body.

“Andrew,” Bray breathes, her hands tangling in his hair. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, his mouth too busy exploring her skin. He kisses her collarbone, his tongue tracing the curve of her shoulder before moving down to her breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud as he teases it with his teeth.

Bray arches her back, her moans filling the room. “Fuck, yes,” she pants, her hands gripping his hair tighter. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Andrew smiles against her skin, his dick throbbing painfully in his boxers. He’s never done this before—never been this bold with a girl. But Bray seems to like it, her body responding to his touch in all the right ways. He switches to her other nipple, sucking and nibbling until she’s squirming against him, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Andrew,” she whimpers, her voice pleading. “I need more.”

He looks up, his eyes meeting hers. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen and parted as she pants for breath. Andrew’s heart races, his desire for her overwhelming. He wants to give her everything, to make her feel as good as she’s making him feel.

His hands move down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips before slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Bray shivers, her eyes fluttering closed as he teases the waistband of her panties. He hooks his fingers into the elastic, pulling them down her legs slowly, savoring the sight of her bare skin.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse. Her pussy is right there, her lips glistening with arousal. He’s never seen anything so beautiful, so tempting. His fingers brush against her, his touch light and teasing as he traces her folds.

Bray moans, her head falling back as she presses herself against his hand. “Don’t tease,” she pants, her voice desperate. “I need you.”

Andrew’s dick twitches at her words, his boxers feeling tighter than ever. He wants to take her right here, on the couch, with the TV still playing in the background. But he wants to taste her first, to feel her body tremble beneath his mouth.

He pushes her shorts and panties the rest of the way down, tossing them aside as he settles between her legs. Bray spreads them wider, her hands gripping the edges of the couch as she looks down at him. Her eyes are dark with desire, her breath coming in short gasps as she waits for his next move.

Andrew doesn’t make her wait long. He leans forward, his lips brushing against her thigh as he kisses his way up her body. His tongue teases her skin, his breath warm against her most sensitive spot. Bray squirms, her hips lifting off the couch as she seeks more contact.

“Andrew,” she whimpers, her voice pleading. “Please.”

He smiles against her skin, his fingers teasing her folds as he holds her hips down. “Patience,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “I wanna make this good for you.”

Bray moans, her head falling back as she gives in to his touch. Andrew takes his time, his tongue tracing the curve of her lips before delving deeper. He laps at her, his tongue flicking against her clit as he teases her with his mouth. Bray’s body trembles, her hands gripping his hair as she rocks against him.

“Fuck, yes,” she pants, her voice hoarse. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

Andrew groans, his dick throbbing painfully as he eats her out. He’s never done this before, never felt a girl’s body respond to his touch like this. Bray’s pussy is wet and tight, her muscles clenching around his tongue as she rides his mouth. He sucks and licks, his fingers teasing her entrance as he drives her closer to the edge.

“Andrew,” she cries, her voice breaking. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

He smiles against her skin, his tongue flicking faster as he pushes her over the edge. Bray screams, her body arching off the couch as she comes apart beneath his mouth. Her pussy pulses around his tongue, her juices flooding his mouth as she rides out her orgasm.

Andrew laps at her, drinking in her taste as he savors her release. Bray’s body trembles, her breath coming in short gasps as she comes down from her high. He kisses his way back up her body, his lips brushing against her chest as he looks into her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice soft. “That was—”

“Not done yet,” he interrupts, his voice low and husky. He reaches for his boxers, pulling them down his legs as he frees his aching dick. Bray’s eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in the sight of his cock.

“Andrew,” she whispers, her voice full of desire. “I want you.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He positions himself between her legs, his hands gripping her hips as he lines up his dick with her entrance. Bray spreads her legs wider, her eyes locked onto his as she waits for him to fill her.

Andrew thrusts forward, his dick sliding into her wet heat with ease. Bray gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as she takes him in. He’s never felt anything so tight, so perfect. Her pussy clenches around him, her walls gripping him like a glove as he begins to move.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. He pulls out slowly before slamming back in, his hips snapping as he pounds into her. Bray meets his thrusts, her body moving in rhythm with his as she wraps her legs around his waist.

The couch creaks beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Andrew’s dick throbs with every thrust, his balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. Bray’s breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples brushing against his chest as they fuck.

“Andrew,” she cries, her voice pleading. “I’m close again. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t plan to. His hands grip her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chases his own release. Bray’s pussy clenches around him, her walls milking his dick as she screams his name.

“Fuck, Bray,” he pants, his voice hoarse. “I’m gonna—”

His orgasm hits him like a wave, his dick pulsing as he fills her with his cum. Bray screams, her body trembling as she comes with him, her pussy milking him dry. Andrew groans, his head falling back as he rides out his release, his body shaking with the force of it.

They collapse onto the couch, their bodies glistening with sweat as they catch their breath. Andrew pulls out, his dick slipping from her with a wet pop as he lies beside her. Bray turns to him, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she brushes his hair from his forehead.

“That was… wow,” she breathes, her voice soft.

Andrew smiles, his heart still pounding in his chest. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice hoarse. “It was.”

They lie there in silence, the only sound the faint hum of the TV and their heavy breathing. Andrew’s mind is still foggy, his body buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. He knows this changes things—changes everything. But right now, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that he wants more—more of Bray, more of this.

Bray shifts, her hand brushing against his chest as she looks into his eyes. “What now?” she asks, her voice low.

Andrew smiles, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Now?” he repeats, his voice teasing. “Now we do it again.”

Bray laughs, her lips pressing against his in a soft kiss. “I like the way you think,” she murmurs, her hand moving down his chest.

Andrew groans, his dick already beginning to stir again. He knows this is just the beginning—the beginning of something wild, something reckless. But with Bray lying beside him, he can’t bring himself to care.

The night is young, and they’re just getting started.