HOT SEX / FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / SWEATY SEX

A Hot Summer Night’s Fuck

The AC goes out while my friend is visiting, and the only thing to do is fuck…

It was a sweltering hot August day, probably the hottest day of the year, when a friend from college arrived to stay for a few nights.

Jake was a five-foot-eleven, clean-shaven guy, with short, spiky hair, denim jeans, and a T-shirt. You wouldn’t think it to look at him, but he had a wicked sense of humor that always came out after a few drinks or when playing some dirty card game.

We had never dated, but he was best buds with my boyfriend during our junior and senior years, and we hung out together all the time with him and his then girlfriend.

I moved to another state after graduation, and was now renting a two-bedroom house, but the second bedroom was my craft-room-slash-junk-room. We kept up on social media, and one day Jake messaged to say he was looking for a job in the city where I lived. I invited him to stay for a few days, but he’d have to crash on the couch.

I was single, apart from a few disastrous hookups, and it would be nice to have someone to hang out with for a change.

When he got to my place on Thursday, we spent most of the evening just talking, laughing, and relaxing. It was scorching hot outside, and the AC was on full blast. Jake slept on the couch and I went to bed, hoping tomorrow would be cooler for the sake of my electric bill.

I awoke the next morning to an unusually warm house and silence instead of the AC fan.

The AC had gone out, and the weather report showed it would be just as humid, muggy, and hot as the day before. Wonderful.

Jake checked the unit, but his degree was in marketing, not AC repair. Since I was renting, fixing the AC was my landlord’s job. I called and left a message.

I went to work, and Jake went to a few interviews. Around four o’clock, I got a message from my landlord saying he would schedule someone to come out and fix the AC, but it would be Monday at the earliest. Today was Friday. What a fucking jackass!

Jake was already home when I got home, but he was on the back patio since it was cooler outside with at least the occasional breeze. The inside of the house was practically unlivable. We went out to dinner, since we couldn’t imagine eating in such heat, then chilled for a while at a bar just down the street from my house.

But we couldn’t stay out for the entire night, and when we got back home, the house was sweltering. I didn’t want to open any of the windows, as the screens were so crappy that mosquitoes and other bugs would get inside. I did set up a floor fan that I had stashed in a closet, and was happy to find it in good working order. But it didn’t help as much as I had hoped. We would just have to suffer the heat as best we could.

I returned to my bedroom to change, pulling on the shortest pair of shorts I had and a loose, cutoff tank top sans bra. When I came out of my bedroom, Jake was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. I caught my breath seeing him like that, my eyes taking careful note of his well-defined abs, his firm pecs, and his strapping arms. He’d certainly been working out since last I’d seen him!

It was Friday night, and neither of us wanted to go to bed early, so we decided to play a few board games with a movie in the background.

We had a blast playing the board game, but despite our nearly naked state, we were practically dying from the heat. It didn’t seem fair that Jake could go shirtless and I couldn’t, just because I was a woman. I sighed, drawing out the bottom of my loose, cutoff tank top and fanning myself. Jake noticed as I flapped my tank top, his eyes focused on my chest. Perhaps he hoped to catch a glimpse of something.

He was a nice guy, and I trusted him not to try anything inappropriate. But he was still a guy, and I was a D-cup girl whose breasts always drew the eye.

“It’s not fair,” I said, taking my turn on the boardgame. I looked at him, to his bare chest covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “It’s fine for guys to go shirtless, but girls have to be all ‘prim and proper.’”

Jake chuckled, moving his piece on the gameboard. “Since when were you ever prim and proper?”

I swallowed, still studying him. Oh, what the fuck. This was my house, and I could do what I wanted. Besides, he was right. Since when was I ever prim and proper?

Drawing a deep breath, I sat up straighter and pulled the tank top off. Jakes eyes widened, and I tossed the sweaty garment aside. The fan blew across me, instantly cooling me by the motion of the air, and I cupped my breasts as I turned toward the breeze.

“Oh, that feels so much better,” I breathed out, earnestly relieved. I hadn’t thought removing the tank top would make a huge difference, but it had. “I should have just gone topless to begin with, like you.”

“Uh…” he said, his eyes focused on my bare chest.

I turned back toward him and gave my breasts a little jiggle. “Oh, sorry. You don’t mind, do you? I guess I should have asked if it was okay first.”

“Uh…” he repeated. “No. I mean… I’m cool with it.”

I laughed, then shook my breasts from side to side again. “I bet you are!”

He swallowed and licked his lips, still ogling my breasts. It was kind of nice, knowing how much he enjoyed the view. We played a few more turns, though he was so distracted he quickly began to lose. After another few minutes, I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, reducing myself to just my panties.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked.

“I’m cooling off, silly,” I laughed. But in truth, I was starting to get hotter. Not from the heat of the sweltering summer night, but from a heat rising inside me. “Maybe… Maybe you should air yourself out a little, too?”

Jake hesitated. He looked at my breasts, then tried to look farther down, but my lower half was under the coffee table. He breathed in deep, then stood and unbuttoned his shorts. He pulled them off and tossed them aside, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs. He was sporting an incredible bulge, and it was my turn to ogle as he sat back down. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself, which brought a smile to my face.

I pushed the gameboard aside, then stood and went to the kitchen. I got two cold beers from the fridge and came back, passing him one as I plopped down on the couch. I man-spread, fully aware I was in just my panties, and took a few sips of beer. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, but I did my best to conceal my growing anticipation. What was I doing?

Jake took a long swig of beer, his eyes moving up and down as he looked me over. “Are we not going to finish the game?”

I took another sip and smiled. “I’m bored with the game, Jake. Let’s just watch the movie.”

He nodded and sipped the beer. I could tell he was nervous, but the bulge in his underwear wasn’t going down. The last few minutes of the movie played out and he set his beer down.

“I, uh, need to use the bathroom,” he said, standing up.

I licked my lips, looking up at him. “Just don’t jerk off in there. My bathroom, my rules. If you take more than two minutes, I’ll know.”

He gave a light chuckle. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be back in just a sec.”

I watched him go and breathed out slowly. Fuck, he was hot… I was hot, too, and not just from the temperature. I really hoped he didn’t jerk off. Surely he suspected what I wanted… What I needed…

I didn’t know what had gotten into me, or why. He was just a friend, right? Maybe it was just seeing him again, and knowing both of us were single, and very much available. Maybe it was the desire I had always felt, and the hope that he felt that same desire, too.

Either way, I wasn’t going to waste this chance!

I pulled off my panties and threw them aside, wondering if Jake would notice. But of course he would notice. How could he not?

Jake returned after just a minute or so, and I leaned back, spreading my legs as he stepped past me. He stopped, looking down at me, his eyes fixed between my partially spread legs. Oh, yes. He definitely noticed!

I sat up straighter, bringing my hands up to his thighs. I slid my right hand across the renewed bulge straining at his boxer briefs, feeling him through the cotton fabric. I looked up and our eyes met.

“I need to check,” I said, my fingers tracing the elastic band. “That you didn’t just knock a quicky out.”

He didn’t say anything, but his breath was held.

I tugged the elastic band, then pulled his underwear down. His cock sprang free, semi-hard and thickly veined, his balls hanging low in their sack. His curly pubic hair had been nicely trimmed, and I could already smell his distinctive musk thanks to his sweat and the heat of his growing desire.

“Yeah,” I said, breathlessly. “You definitely pass inspection…”

I cupped his balls in my left hand while using the fingers of my right to trace the length of his cock. Jake breathed out slowly, and I brought my mouth closer. I looked up at him again, and I saw the raw lust boiling in his beautiful dark eyes.

“What are you…” he began to ask. Then he licked his lips and swallowed. “What are we doing?”

“I’m bored,” I said, my lips almost brushing his glans. “It’s hot.” I slid my hands over his thighs, then squeeze the firm cheeks of his buttocks. “And you’re here.”

I opened my mouth and took him in.

His cock felt hot and full in my mouth, and I sealed my lips around his rigid shaft. I pulled back, working my tongue along his length, then pushed forward again, taking more of him down. I inhaled through my nose, delighting in the pungent scent of his sweat and musk. Sharp though it was, I didn’t mind in the least. It was his scent, after all. Wonderful and strong.

Bobbing my head back and forth, I worked my lips and tongue in earnest. I tasted him as much as I smelled him, salty and piquant with his delicious arousal. He quickly grew stiff, his length becoming too much for me to take down without gagging. I withdrew to lick and suck the head of his cock, my left hand fondling his balls.

Looking up again, I met his gorgeous eyes. I pulled my lips away from his glistening wet manhood, now over seven inches and stiff as a rod. Then I stretched myself out along the couch.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. My breasts rose and fell as I breathed in and out, and I spread my legs, draping my right leg over the back of the couch. I rubbed my pussy as I looked at him, the tightening need inside me practically aching to be filled.

He took a moment to look me over. Then he slid onto the couch with me, lifting my right leg around his hip. He bent closer, kissing and licking my breasts. Then he brought his face close to mine, perhaps wanting to kiss.

Oddly, I wasn’t sure about kissing. He was just a friend, after all. But I desperately wanted his cock inside me. “Just fuck me,” I said, my voice hushed and husky.

He drew back, then sat up straighter, both hands gripping my hips. The head of his cock touched my labia, and I drew a sharp breath when he pushed in. There was a moment’s euphoria, feeling him inside me. He drew back and pushed in, and the euphoria spiked again and again with every thrust.

Soon he was pumping in and out at a steady rhythm, panting and huffing from exertion. Sweat glistened on his body, beading and trickling down in the heat of the night. I gasped and squirmed, my body writhing beneath him, my own sweat dripping from my face, arms, and breasts.

A building pleasure clenched my center and I shuddered, my hands gripping his arms to either side of me. Looking down, I saw his cock appearing and disappearing between my legs, pumping vigorously as his body mated with mine. He leaned forward just enough that his pubic area brushed my clit, and the hot, electric tingles added to the waves of pleasure rolling through me.

We fucked like that for five, then eight, then ten glorious minutes. I had no idea how he held out for so long at such a relentless pace. My body shuddered again, a flood of pleasure rushing through me, and my tunnel clenched around his thrusting shaft, gripping him tight.

“Oh… Mmm… Oh, fuck…” I moaned. I bucked my hips, meeting his thrusts. “God, yes!”

Jake huffed and strained, thrusting harder. “Uh… Uh… I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum inside me, Jake!” I demanded, not wanting him to pull out — not for one single second. “It’s okay… Just keep fucking…”

He thrust harder, deeper, his muscles tightening and his expression clenching with pleasure. But he didn’t close his eyes. I met his gaze, looking deep into his eyes as he looked into mine.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Hnnngh!” he grunted, his hard cock throbbing as he released.

Heat and wetness flooded into me, and he continued thrusting, his cock slopping in and out of my cum-lubed hole. I gasped, clamping my legs around his waist and pulling tight, encouraging him to keep thrusting. Every muscle in my body seemed to clench, and a flash of pleasure burst through me, filling me with heat, warmth, and a sudden euphoric joy.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!” I cried, meeting his eyes as we climaxed together.

I shook and shook again, then gasped and breathed out, slumping on the sweat-soaked couch.

We were both panting hard, spent and exhausted, but with wide grins stretched across our faces. His cock was still inside me, but I felt him going soft. I could also feel his cum seeping out from where our genitals met, pooling on my sofa cushion.

I shivered in pleasure again, my insides as warm as the hot summer night.

“Mmmm,” I breathed out. I drew my right leg back and traced my toe along his sweaty chest. “Thanks, Jake. That was… Well, that was really fucking good.”

Jake chuckled lightly, looking my sweaty body up and down. “Yeah…” He drew a deep breath and swallowed. “That was fantastic. But what does this mean?”

“What do you mean, what does this mean?” I rubbed my breasts, surprised by how wet with sweat they were. “It means I needed a good hard fucking, and you definitely delivered!”

Jake breathed in and out, catching his breath. Then he sank down on to the couch with my legs stretched across his lap. “I mean, us.” He hesitated, then looked to me again and smile. “You know… What does this mean for us?”

I sighed. Why did some guys always think that one fuck meant we had to get married or something? But Jake was a nice guy, a sweet guy really, and I knew he just wanted to do right by me.

I sat up and draped my arms around his shoulders. “Well, for starters, it means you don’t need to sleep on the couch anymore.” That brought a smile to his face. “The AC won’t be getting fixed until Monday, so we can just relax naked in the house for the weekend. And, you know, fuck whenever we feel like it. We can also shower together, which will help with my water bill. Plus, I really want you to fuck me in the shower.”

Jake brought his face closer to me as I was speaking, his lips nearly an inch from mine. I put my finger to his lips and pushed back slightly.

“We’re friends, Jake,” I said. “Single, mature friends who can enjoy one another without all that pesky baggage of a romantic relationship.” I looked into his eyes, searching for some hint of what he thought. “Are you okay with that?”

He breathed out and smiled, then nodded. “Hell, yeah! What guy wouldn’t want a friend with benefits?” He looked me up and down and his smile widened. “Especially one as hot as you.”

I hummed pleasantly, stretching my arms in the air. “Damn straight! But fucking out here didn’t do anything to cool me off. How about we retire to the bedroom and see if it’s any cooler in there.” I reached down to his soft cock and gave him a squeeze. “Just a fair warning, though. I plan to suck this cock until it’s hard enough to fuck me again. And you’d better be ready for more in the morning!”

“Oh, I think I’ll manage,” he said, smiling. “Somehow.”

We both laughed, our bodies close and my arms draped around his shoulders. Then I stood and took his hand, quickly leading him to my bedroom.

However hot the house got this weekend, the bedroom was going to be twice as hot!

I hope you enjoyed this story! It’s my second one on Medium, but there will be more to cum… In the mean time you can also check out my website, and you can find various books by me on Smashwords.