Becca’s Boning

The party at my roommate’s house was going on late. My girlfriend had already passed out on the guest room couch. It might have been five AM and we’d been drinking and drugging and dancing for hours. The dull roar of people on the front porch left the rest of the house pretty quiet.
I was ready to hit my bed. I changed into gym shorts and a threadbare t-shirt and flopped down. Still addled maybe from the mushrooms I ingested earlier and despite all the beer I’d drunk I didn’t pass out immediately. I had lain there about ten minutes when some one came into the room in the dark and lay down on the bed beside me, immediately wrapping her self around me in the spoon position. It was not my girlfriend. It was our friend Becca. A geeky girl, tall and slim with short black hair and glasses, she looked a bit like Harry Potter actually. Two things caused my heart rate to kick up a notch. I was already pretty sure Becca had a crush on me since the time we first met and second, Becca had magnificent breasts! Tremendous hooters on a nerdy but pretty girl with a small waist and good posture did it for me and how!
Her hand slid up and down my shoulder, arm, waist and hip. I guessed by the way she had been dancing earlier that she was probably ex-ing. Her face pressed into the back of my neck and her hand slid over my chest. I felt kisses, like she was tasting my skin and her hand cupped my pec muscle, kneading, searching for my nipple which hardened when she found it. She was pulling me tight to her, rubbing her bare leg against mine. I tried to remember what she had been wearing. A long skirt I thought. She must have taken it off before getting into the bed with me I surmised as I felt her groin pressing against my butt, grinding me with a circular motion of her hips. I don’t think I felt any panties. I think that was her curly black bush. She sucked at the back of my neck, nipping the hairs with her lips. Her hand slid over my belly. We were both taking deep breaths. I don’t know if she thought I was asleep or if she just didn’t care.
I could feel my pulse swelling up my twitching dick. This was hot! I felt her breasts pushing into my back, her crotch humping against me and then suddenly, as if she were reading my mind she released, rolled away and I heard a rustling.