Then the hands pulled her down gently onto the carpet and a body descended upon hers. She remembered now that she was naked, but she suddenly couldn’t remember how she had gotten that way. Strong hands roamed her body; moving to cup her large globes and roll her hardened nipples between their finger and thumb expertly until she was arching with exquisite pleasure. Carly could hear a moan escaping her throat as the fingers became a mouth engulfing her titillated flesh, licking and sucking as a brushfire of desire coursed through her body. She could feel a tightness in her groin area as his hardened member brushed against her thigh and then was suddenly deep within her. Moving in and out, opening her wide and causing electric shocks of the most delicious, intense orgasmic pleasure she had ever known. As her orgasm almost immediately gripped her body, her mouth flew open; she never came this fast—this was unbelievable.
“Oh God, Yes!” She heard herself crying out, riding one wave after another of climatic bliss; spasming out of control. She could hear him coming as he grunted and groaned, moaning her name and shuddering his release as she felt his semen spewing out of him. His lips were back on hers in another beautiful kiss and then she felt him climb off and collapse next to her on the carpet. Carly laid there for a few seconds smiling, feeling completely satisfied until she and the man fell asleep in a drunken-sexual-aftermath-induced sleep.
Hours later, Carly awoke to a splitting headache and sore body. Her sleep-laden eyes took an effort to open but she finally was able to focus on her surroundings. And what she saw stopped her dead. She saw her boyfriend and her best friend lying on the couch, naked in each other’s arms, sleeping contently. What the hell was going on? Had she drank that much?! Then she remembered: they had all drank that much; too much. Then it dawned on her: if Derek was over there on the couch, who was lying next to her? She turned her head slowly to see Nick Carter snoring loudly on the floor next to her; lying naked on his back, with his arm outstretched towards her, as if they had actually “cuddled” which Derek hardly ever did. Oh my God! She had had sex with Nick Carter! When the shock wore off, she was curious. Don’t do it, Carly, don’t do it! She told herself; but she couldn’t help it; she had to look…her eyes moved downwards towards his penis and she wasn’t disappointed. He was very well endowed and of course, fully erect at the moment. Carly felt herself becoming aroused. That was the instrument that had brought her so swiftly to not only the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced, but multiple orgasms.
Suddenly, Nick turned over, opened his eyes at looked at her. It took him a minute to figure out where he was and who she was, but recognition dawned and he smiled.
“Hi.”
Carly ignored him, fished her clothes out from under the dining room table and made a dash to her bedroom, trying to cover herself as much as possible.
Nick found her there a minute later, frantically getting dressed.
“Do you mind?!” She said, angrily and Nick turned around.
“Okay, okay. But it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”
Carly chose to ignore that comment. “Okay, you can turn around now.”
As Nick turned around and she saw he was still naked, she said, “Oh, but now I can’t.” She kept her back turned, grabbed one of Derek’s t-shirts out of a dresser drawer and threw it over to him. “Here!” Nick sheepishly pulled it on.
“Okay, I’m decent now.” Carly turned around.
“So, are you okay?” He asked.
“Uh, no.” Carly spat at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong you ask? WHAT’S WRONG! I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I got so frickin’ drunk last night, which I hardly ever do, at least not that bad, and I find you on top of me, pawing me. With your… well, you-know-what inside of me… well, we were having sex! And you’re NOT my boyfriend! And I thought you were my boyfriend last night!”
“Oh, come on, you honestly didn’t know it wasn’t Derek kissing you, or it wasn’t his dick—“ he accentuated the word on purpose since she was obviously too embarrassed to say it—“inside of you, fucking you…”
“Stop it! Don’t say those things to me! No, I didn’t know. I mean, maybe subconsciously I did, but I didn’t really know you were the one doing those awful things to me, no!” She was indignant.
“Oh, awful things, huh? Hmm, I seemed to remember someone crying out, ‘Oh God, Yes!’ as she came all over me last night. Now, that doesn’t sound like I was doing awful things to you. It sounds like you actually liked what I was doing to you.” Nick started walking towards her.
Carly backed up. “Stay away from me. OK, so maybe I enjoyed it, but who invited you to have sex with me anyway?”
Nick smiled. “You did. You wanted me to kiss you, you wanted me to suck your…”
“Stop it! Okay, okay!”
“You wanted me to make love to you,” Nick continued, smiling at her innocence. “And I wanted it, too.”
She looked at him. He had desire in his eyes and she turned away.
“Well, I didn’t want it then and I don’t want it now. I wish you would just go.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? We could do it again…” Nick threw her a devilish grin.
“Yes, I’m sure! Goodbye!” Carly turned around to face the wall, hoping he would leave.
“OK. If that’s what you want, but for the record…” He tiptoed over to her, wrapped his arms around her pressing his hard member against her bottom and whispered in her ear, “I had a good time.” Then walked out.
Carly started to melt and then got a hold of herself. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! What had she done? And more importantly, what had her best friend and boyfriend done?
She could hear them talking in the other room, so she walked over the bedroom door and slammed in shut. She sat on the bed and tears ran down her cheeks. She was so confused. She loved Derek and had never cheated on him and never would have. That wasn’t like her. It was the alcohol that made you do it, Carly, she told herself but she remembered that she was lusting after Nick before she had gotten wasted. She dried her tears and grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. She was a good girl. Well, relatively. She hadn’t lost her virginity until she was 20 and that was due to alcohol once again. Her parents were out of town, her boyfriend, Dan had come over with some… shit, it was Tequila again! She remembered. I’m never touching that stuff again, she thought. And when Dan started massaging her shoulders and whispering and blowing in her ear, she lost her clothes, as well as her “cherry” that night. She was so out of it that she couldn’t even feel him moving inside of her. She remembered saying to Dan afterwards, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to do this.” And Dan looked at her and said, “It’s too late. We’ve already done it.” She was devastated. Her parents were devout Christians who had raised her with strict morals including saving herself for marriage and here she was bleeding all over her bed in their home! Dan wanted to spend the night and she let him, but he wanted to make love again as soon as they woke and she didn’t. Now that she was sober, she was sore and wracked with guilt. But he talked her into it and this time all she felt was pain. It hurt so bad. How could this be a pleasurable experience? Dan seemed to like it, but she just got through it and vowed to never have sex again. Of course, that didn’t happen and it did get considerably better over time, although never mind-blowing. Carly remembered thinking, ‘is this it?’ Still, he was a good guy and they dated throughout college until they parted ways after they both graduated.
Carly met Jamie a year and a half later and he was handsome and charming and he charmed his way into her life and into her bed, of course. Sex was Jamie was much better than it had been with Dan. So much so that she stayed with him six months longer than she should have. Their relationship was deteriorating; but the sex was fantastic so she allowed herself to put up with a lot. It finally all came to a head when she found him in bed with a co-worker and she ended it once and for all.
Then she met Derek six months after that and fell in love. So, she had only had three partners in all those years and thought she was done since she felt she and Derek would eventually get married. But now… she didn’t know. Had all of their drunken mistakes from last night be the end of all of their relationships?
A few minutes later, Derek knocked on the door.
“Carly, it’s me. Can I come in?”
“Yes.” She had dried her tears, but was still sitting on the bed.
Derek walked in and said, “Hey, babe, are you okay?” He sat down beside her and put his arm around her.
“No, not really.”
“God, we were all wasted last night.”
“Yeah and we ended up having sex with each other’s partners.” Carly said wryly.
“Wait a minute… you and Nick?”
“Didn’t you and Rinda do it?”
“No, we just made out for awhile and then passed out. Did you and Nick actually screw?”
Oh my God! Carly was about to have a heart attack. “No! No, this can’t be happening!” She stood up and clasped her hands to her face. She and Nick had the most amazing sex and he and Rinda didn’t even have sex?! She felt absolutely horrible.
“Wow. I guess you guys were horny.” Was all he said. What else could he say? He must hate her right now! She knew that she did.
“Well, I guess I can forgive you.” Derek said finally.
“How can you forgive me when I can’t even forgive myself?! Derek I feel like… well, shit!” Derek was taken aback. She hardly ever cussed.
“Look, it happened. We’ll just deal with it and move on. It’s not like you and Nick are going to start dating or anything, right?”
“NO!” She protested.
“OK, well, then it will be fine.”
Carly turned to look at her boyfriend. “Well, what about you and Rinda? You said you made out, so do you want to see her?” It was a horrifying thought, but one she had to ask.
“No, baby, I love you. Of course not.” Carly breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down next to him. “I’m so sorry. I won’t ever drink again!” she said, lying her head on his shoulder.
Derek laughed. “Yeah, right.”
“So, did they leave?” Carly asked.
“Yeah. He and Rinda got dressed and left.”
“Oh, good. I don’t think I can face both of them again.”
But face them or him she would because by the next weekend she got an unexpected visitor. Carly was home alone, cleaning when there was a knock at the door. There on her doorstep was Nick. Her heart leapt into her throat. She had tried all week to forget about him: to forget the feel of his mouth on hers, the feel of his hands roaming her body; his body hard against hers, thrusting wildly into her… and then there he was in the flesh. Blonde hair spiked in all directions, his t-shirt clinging to his manly chest and God-you-wish-you-were-his-blue-jeans pasted to his thighs and groin area like a glove. Standing there looking all sexy and special as if Carly would swoon over him.
“Wh… what are you doing here?” She asked, trying to get a hold of herself.
“Hi, nice to see you again, too, Carly. Can I come in?”
“Uh, no. What do you want?”
“I see your good manners haven’t returned yet.” He said smugly. “If you must know, I left my watch here last weekend and I would very much like to have it back.”
“Oh. OK. Well, let me go get it. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” She walked into the other room and Nick took the liberty of letting himself in and closing the door.
Carly walked back into the living room a minute later and stopped. “Did I say you could come in?”
“Geez, you’re so rude.” He pointed out.
“Here.” She ignored his comment and handed the watch to him.
Nick took it from her and put it on. “Thanks. So, were you planning on keeping it or were you going to try to give it back to me?” He asked, only half serious.
“I… I was going to give it back to you, of course.”
“When?” He leaned in close to her making her back up.
“I… I don’t know. Eventually.”
“Oh, well, what if I needed it sooner than that?” He took another step closer.
“You’ve got money; I’m sure you have dozens of watches. You wouldn’t miss it.”
“But how do you know that? Maybe it’s my favorite one.” She could feel his breath on her cheek making her flush bright red.
“It’s not.” She retorted.
“How do you know?” He moved in closer.
“I just know, okay!” She backed up again.
Nick laughed.
“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?!” She folded her arms beneath her breasts.
He smiled and nodded. “Immensely.”
“Di… jerk.”
“Ah, but you wanted to call me something else, didn’t you?” Nick smiled at her.
“Yes, but nice girls don’t say those things.” Came her icy reply.
“Oh, nice girls, huh? Is that what you think you are? No, I would describe you more as a naughty girl. A very, very naughty girl.” He moved towards her again.
Carly was taken in by his scent, his masculinity, his overpowering sexual aura that was threatening to suck her into another vortex of sexual desire and want. She felt her power to resist him fading.
“I like naughty girls and I like you, Carly.” His voice was a throaty whisper as his mouth ascended upon hers and his arms encircled her body, pulling her close to him. His tongue found her own as they flicked in and out in a dance of desire, moaning their state of arousal into their mouths. Nick rubbed his body against hers; he was fully erect, but then again he had been from almost the moment he walked in just minutes ago. She had this power over him to make him lose all sense of reality; only wanting to cling to the idea of making sweet, passionate love to her again.
Carly could not find the will to stop Nick as he lowered her onto the couch and undressed her. Her blouse was slowly, lovingly unbuttoned to reveal her white lacy bra underneath. Nick freed her breasts by unhooking it from behind and she sighed as he dipped his head to take each nipple into his mouth. His hands then moved down to remove her shorts and panties and as he pulled them down, his mouth found her sweet, wet mound of desire and his tongue descended into its moist depths. Carly was coming against his tongue in seconds, shuddering and moaning her appreciation. As Nick was reveling in the pleasure he had just given her, he was surprised when Carly sat up and pushed him down on the couch so she could remove his shirt, jeans and underwear. Nick’s full cock sprang free of its underwear prison and Carly embraced it; sucking and sliding its girth in and out of her mouth, bringing moans of pleasure from Nick. “My God, woman, I’m not going to be able to stop…” he cried out. “I don’t want you to.” She whispered against him and went back to her work as Nick let go and climaxed with abandon, emitting streams of cum into her mouth and holding onto her head as his spasms rocked his body. Nick laid back, smiling.
“Fuck, that was good!” he said and then realized her sensitivity about cussing, he said, “Oh, sorry.”
“No, fuck is a good word.” She smiled. He looked at her. He loved seeing this side of her. Underneath the icy virginal exterior lie a sexual goddess of lust.
“As good as that was, I want more.” Nick smiled as he reached for her again.
“Funny, so do I.” Carly found herself saying as Nick slid inside of her and their passion for one another washed over them in waves of pure orgasmic ecstasy.
