Chapter 1
Sarah leaned back in her chair. Her body ached; sitting in one position all day was way too hard on her, but it was better than the alternative. The bright light of the computer screen lit up the dark space around her. The BPS website was finally updated, and her work for the day was done, no thanks to the other two. Jonah was lounging nearby, having a few beers and doing absolutely nothing worthwhile. Adam was off doing God knows what, and Sarah preferred to keep it that way. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want any part in it.
He insisted that it was “work-related”. Yeah, sure, okay. It wasn’t Sarah’s business what he does on his own, he’s an adult now.
When she got up to stretch was when she finally took notice of the disaster that happened behind her. Beer bottles were tossed around near the armchair where Jonah was slacking off. There had to be at least nine or ten or more bottles scattered across the floor, and a few more lodged between the armchair cushions. Had he really been drinking that much without her noticing?
“Christ, what a mess. I think you’ve had enough, you need to pick these up.”
“Dun wannaaaa,” he whined, his body going slack and sliding halfway down the chair. On his way down, he accidentally knocked into some bottles with his feet, sending them clattering away to different corners of the room. Sarah winced and waited for the sound of glass breaking, but thankfully nothing followed. She wasn’t going to make a man drunk off his ass sweep up broken glass, but she sure as shit didn’t want to clean up after him.
“Jonah, come on. Adam’s going to throw a flaming fit if he sees this.”
“Then you do iiit.”
“I’m not your mom.”
He erupted into a fit of drunken giggles. “Hehe, mommy. ”
Sarah shuddered. She’s seen some awful shit that’s made her skin crawl, but that was just… no, just no . “Gross. Don’t say it like that.”
There was no reasoning with him right now. Not when everything that she said was going to be the most hilarious shit he’s ever heard. She couldn’t understand most of his rambling with how badly he was slurring his words, so she just let him go at it while she pretended to listen. The guy was already great at talking nonstop for hours, and the alcohol did nothing to slow him down.
Now and then he managed to get some real words out, but Sarah wished he could just stay incoherent.
“I think… Sarah, I fuggin’... you know … I think, like—”
“Holy shit, spit it out already.”
“I think it’d be really fun to like… get pegged, right?”
Well, that was out of left field. What the fuck was she supposed to say to that?
Sarah already had an idea in her mind as to why he’s asking her about that, but she needed to hear it from him. If he’d even admit it. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”
“No, I didn’t go through your stuff! Jus’ think it would be fun and all. A lot of guys like that stuff.”
There it is.
“I didn’t say anything about you doing that.”
Jonah kept going, as if glossing over it would just make her forget. “Gettin’ pegged by a tough lil’ beauty. One that could kick my ass. I’d let you do it if you wanted, you’d be so fuckin’ perfect.”
Sarah changed her mind about Adam. Where the fuck was he when she needed him?
Jonah wasn’t done with his intoxicated ranting. “Like, I really want a pretty lady to do it to me. I’d ask Adam, but like… dunno yet if I’m into dudes. I ain’t ready to take that leap, y’know? And if Adam were lookin’ to try it out, I feel like taking would be more his speed than receiving. Know what I’m saying?
“Jonah, you’re fucking drunk.”
“But I mean it, Sarah! I wanna do it so baaad!”
It was tempting, though Sarah hated to admit it. An opportunity like this, with a man in front of her practically begging for it, and she was going to give it up? She had to be insane. But it was her role to be the mature and rational adult here. She couldn’t just take advantage of this idiot while he was drunk out of his mind. Leaving him there on the floor to fend for himself would have been the more reasonable decision. If Adam walked in and got into a heated argument with him, then Sarah didn’t have to be a part of that. Not her problem.
And if Jonah remembered anything she did to him once he sobered up, that would be bad. Wouldn’t he tell somebody what she did?
Don’t do it. Just walk away.
“Just one time! Then I’ll never ever ever ask you for anything ever again!”
Fuck it.
“Jonah?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re really drunk. We should get you to bed.” It took some effort, but Sarah managed to stand Jonah up on his feet and brace him against her shoulder. So she could walk him down to the bedroom. Her bedroom.
This was fine. He knows about it. He’s just letting it slip that he’s been wanting this.
Jonah complained the whole way, but at least he didn’t struggle against her. It was hard enough, he was surprisingly heavy to begin with, but his drunk ass was dead weight. He didn’t realize what room they were in until he landed on a soft bed that wasn’t the old, beat-up mattress he was used to.
“Oh shit, where the fuck? This your room, Sarah?”
Jonah’s head flopped over sideways. Sarah could be seen crouching down off to the side of the bed, followed by the sound of a dresser drawer opening. After some shuffling sounds from her digging through her stuff, Jonah’s eyes went wide with shock when she came back up with the strap-on dildo and a bottle of lotion. Obviously he already knew that she kept this stashed away, since he’d secretly snooped through her drawers before, but he wasn’t expecting her to just whip it out.
“Shit, Sarah, uhh… Where did you get that?”
Oh, he’s still trying to play dumb. Adorable. “Don’t bullshit me, you knew about this all along. But I’ve had it for a while, just nobody to try it with.”
“I didn’t know! You can’t prove shit!”
“Yeah, sure, okay Jonah,” she mumbled. His whining got on her nerves, but it was also a little cute. She’d have to ream him out for going through her stuff later, when he’s sober. She started to pull her pants down, but stopped when she remembered she was doing it in front of him. He was staring at her like she had three heads, too. “Come on, don’t stare like that. It feels weird.”
“But I’ve never had a girl drop her pants for me before.”
Alcohol was great at getting the truth out of people. First it got Jonah to admit to rifling through her stuff, and now he was admitting that he doesn’t actually get all that pussy he claims to get daily. Not that Sarah ever believed it, but it was funny to finally hear him say it. Letting him live this down wasn’t even an option. It was going to be way too satisfying to rub it in.
“Look, just take off your pants while I take off mine. Sound good?”
“Uh-huh.”
With Jonah’s eyes off of her for a moment, she could get her pants down without feeling weird about it. Jonah was still trying to wiggle out of his. She knew he was drunk, but did she really have to help him take his pants off? It was done quick once she got her hands past the waistbands of his sweatpants and boxers. She was expecting some kind of smartass comment from him, but he was only giggling like a child. Probably at her. Or maybe he was just too drunk to understand what was happening.
She really was going to hell for this.
If she was ever curious about what Jonah looked like below the belt, which she honestly wasn’t, it was safe to say that curiosity was sated now. The only problem was that he somehow wasn’t even hard yet, but she could fix that.
Sarah strapped the dildo onto her bare waist. The straps and belt felt strange and new; she’d only ever worn them once before, when she first got them, to make sure everything fit right. The base of the toy had a spot that was made to rub right against her clit, and the shaft itself wasn’t super thick. It was actually very thin, a good beginner’s toy for the virgin in denial, though it still had an unnatural length to it. It had a slight curve to it and a thicker tip, which was apparently supposed to reach and rub all the best spots.
Or something like that. All she did was pick one based on the reviews. How else was she supposed to choose?
“Alright, get over here,” she started, grabbing Jonah by the ankles. She pulled hard, yanking his body towards the foot of the bed and lining up his ass with the very edge.
“Whoa, babygirl’s strong!”
From here she was supposed to do… what, exactly? She realized she didn’t know a whole lot about how to do this to a guy, just that the toy goes into his ass. Lubing him up first was definitely where she needed to start, but how fast or slow did she need to go? Does she just shove her fingers in and hope for the best?
One finger to start. Jonah was too drunk to tell that she didn’t know what she was doing anyway. With a little bit of lotion, she pushed her index finger into Jonah’s ass, twisting it a little as she pulled it back out. He made some sort of grunting noise, though whether that meant he was liking it or just suffering through it, she couldn’t tell. Not until he tried, miserably, to slam his body against her finger.
“Oh. So you do like this.” It was a start. She’d just have to play it by ear.
“Feels weird. Like I’m gonna shit.”
“You won’t. Shut up, will you?”
“Hm-kaaay.”
God, he was so pliable and easy. There was a twinge of guilt gnawing at her for taking advantage of him like this, but isn’t this what he wanted deep down? Obviously he wanted this when he was sober, and the alcohol seemed to have a way of making Jonah confess everything. Hopefully he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.
By now, Jonah’s dick had gone completely stiff. That had to mean she was doing something right, either that or he was too drunk to tell she was doing a shitty job.
Whatever. So far, so good. Sarah pushed a second finger in.
“Ah!~”
That had to have been the highest-pitched sound she’d ever heard come out of him. It honestly almost sounded fake, like the kind of moan guys would do when someone’s mom was calling in the middle of a party. But judging by the way his face screwed up once both of her fingers were deep in him, there was nothing fake about that.
If only he could see how wet she was getting just from hearing him make those sounds. For her. She wanted to tease him about how badly he wanted Adam to do this to him, but how could she do that now? When she secretly wanted him all to herself?
Oh, she’d never let Adam even touch him now.
Fuck, she was catching feelings.
Jonah whined when he suddenly felt empty. His legs dangled off the bed, the booze making it hard for him to keep his legs raised for her. She’d take care of that, she’d take care of anything he needed right now.
Sarah was generous with the lotion on the dildo itself, just to be on the safe side. For all his talk of having tons of sex while sober, she knew it was his first time, and she felt guilty enough already. And if there was any hope of Jonah forgetting about this, she didn’t want to ruin it by tearing his ass apart.
Just as she did with her fingers, she was cautious when she pushed the dildo into Jonah, guiding it in slowly with her hand until it was deep enough to stay in. Now that both of her hands were free, she could grab his legs and hook her hands underneath his knees so she could hold his legs up. It was such a vulnerable position, one she never expected to see Jonah in, and now she knew she’d never get enough of it. She wished he’d said something sooner… Maybe hooking up with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Using her hips to push it in the rest of the way, Sarah watched how Jonah’s body responded to the toy sinking deeper inside of him, adoring the sight of Jonah’s fingers curling into the sheets with each inch that disappeared into him. Halfway in should be enough, she figured.
Turns out that she didn’t even need that much. There was another inch left to go yet before she had it halfway in, but Jonah suddenly let out another needy mewl.
“Fuck, Sarah, right there… That felt so fucking great. Give me more of that.”
Sarah repeated the motion with her hips, each time pushing back over that same spot before pulling out again, wringing out cute little gasps from the man underneath her. She couldn’t hold back sounds of her own, breathing heavy as the toy rubbed against her with her every move. If she had to be honest though, what was really doing it for her was the sight of Jonah getting off to the things she was doing to him. The strap-on by itself would never feel this good, his pleasure was adding to her own.
She needed to give him more.
And she would give him more, and she did, until he was moaning openly without restraint, crying out her name. Jonah wrapped his hand around his weeping cock, now dripping precum onto his belly, and jerked himself off. He was so greedy for pleasure, needed more, more, more, until he finally reached his limit and spilled onto himself with a stifled groan.
Sarah grinned. What if she kept going? Kept fucking him past his breaking point? What sort of beautiful noises would he make for her then?
What she got was the most pathetic sight she’d ever seen. Squirming underneath her, tears streaming down his face, and his cock gone soft. There was something so enticing about it, like she wanted to break him even more. Reduce him down to nothing until he could only cry and beg for her to stop. But maybe that wasn’t the best idea, he’s had enough. It was such a shame, she really wanted to play with him until she was satisfied, but she already felt like a monster for doing this to him in the first place. She’d just have to finish herself off later, and that was fine.
Sarah started to slow down to a stop, only for Jonah to whine out and throw his head back in frustration.
“Wait, don’t… don’t stop! Keep going, I wanna go again!”
Hm. Interesting.
Her curiosity piqued, she started moving again. Jonah almost sounded like he was in pain, but his dick started to stiffen up again almost right away. It shouldn’t have been so surprising, she realized, that he turned out to be a masochist. She could have so much fun with this.
Somehow, despite being absolutely sloshed, he was able to reach for his knees and hook his hands around them just as Sarah had been doing, pulling his legs apart. With him handling that, Sarah’s hands could do other things, like grab and knead at his ass and fondle his sensitive dick.
“Damn baby, you know all the best tricks… You sure this is your first time pegging a guy?”
“I’m not you, Jonah. I’d remember something like that.”
“Hahaaa, true!”
Sarah found it endearing that Jonah could be so silly and goofy at a time like this. Even when he was literally bawling his eyes out.
But touching him was so much fun. Feeling him get harder in her hand, seeing him beg with his eyes for more… Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Jonah remembered this. They could do it again when he’s sober, they’d both love it, and Sarah wouldn’t feel half as guilty. In a way, she was doing him a favor, wasn’t she? He was having a good time while learning some new things about himself.
The rickety old bed shook and creaked from Sarah’s thrusting. Jonah’s sobbing had died down, replaced with desperate groaning. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Sarah found him so pretty like this, how he was feeling so good that he couldn’t keep his eyes open to look at her anymore. She didn’t want him to go experiment with Adam; she wanted him all to herself now.
The hand fondling him started to jerk him off out of time with her thrusts, the two different tempos overloading his senses.
“Sarah— shit! Gonna cum again, fuck, fuck, fuck—” A few harsh shoves had Jonah cumming again into Sarah’s hand with a broken moan. Heavy beads of it added to the puddle on his body, threatening to drip down his sides and onto the bed. With her already messy hand, Sarah wiped the stray cum back onto Jonah’s body. It’ll be a lot easier to clean that later than to try to get it out of her sheets.
“Think you can last a little longer so I can finish, babe?”
“Oooh, I’m ‘babe’ now? I like it. Bombs away sweetheart, I can take it.”
So cute. She wished he could be like this all the time. Maybe he would be, if they started dating… Adam would probably have some real nasty shit to say about that, but whatever.
Jonah made a noise like he was in pain when Sarah started to stroke him again. The feeling was made more intense by her using his own cum as lubricant, the gliding motion of her hand both unbearable and intoxicating. And when the dildo started to grind against his prostate again, he was practically screaming.
If Adam walked in at that moment, they’d be so fucking busted.
Sarah would have stopped, if not for Jonah managing to squeeze in varying pleas of ‘oh god’ and ‘more’ and ‘harder’ between squeals. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. Sarah couldn’t believe it, or that he even still had a solid grip on his legs despite his entire body trembling and shaking. Just how long could this guy go?
Sarah finally felt herself getting close, her thrusts speeding up to try to get more of that sweet friction against herself.
“Oh shit! Don’t stop, Sarah! Please, please, fuck me more baby, oh my God!”
Her free hand gripped into Jonah’s shoulder, her body leaning over his so she could position herself for better leverage to buck into him. His babbling was so good, made her feel so good, that perfect voice making all the blood rush to her lower body until she was at her limit.
She shuddered and sighed out loud when she finally came, forcing herself to keep moving through her orgasm even as her legs shook and threatened to give way beneath her. With a little shifting around, she could keep pounding into Jonah without overstimulating herself (she felt a little evil for that, after what she just put Jonah through), until he came for the third time in less than an hour.
After she took some time to come back down from her orgasm, she took off the strap-on and threw it onto the dresser. Super gross, but that was easy to clean. She was more focused on finding some wipes to get Jonah cleaned up, then pushed him farther back on the bed so he could rest his legs. “How you feeling?”
“Tired. Dizzy. Kinda warm and fuzzy.”
That could have been from the sex or the booze. Or both. “Is that a good thing?”
It took Jonah a moment to respond, like he needed a second to think about it. “Think so…”
“Alright. You should stay here for tonight.”
“In your bed? Sweet. I’m sleepin’ in a girl’s bed, hahaaaa…”
“We need to clean this shit up before Adam gets back. Let’s get you back in your pants so I can clean everything else without worrying about him finding you like this.”
What followed was one hell of a struggle to get Jonah back into his sweatpants, with ‘left leg goes in left pant leg’ being too complicated for him to understand right now. At least he got there, but it took way more time and effort than it needed to.
Jeez. Hope he doesn’t make a habit out of getting this drunk.
By the time she finished cleaning off the toys and put them away, Jonah had already fallen fast asleep, snuggled under the covers of her bed. She wished she could join him, but that would just make this harder to explain to Adam. Guess she’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight…
The peace wouldn’t last long. She knew it wouldn’t, but it was destroyed like a sledgehammer to a teacup. The sound of a door opening and closing reminded Sarah that she was still in damage control mode. Adam’s voice rang out from a few rooms away. Not like it’d wake Jonah from his dead sleep anyway.
“Holy shit, what the fuck is this mess?! Jonah, you fucking asshole!”
Great. Now to explain to Adam why Jonah was in her bed.
