After the handjob you've stayed SO strong. Urge after urge, desperate horny thought after another, you were holding out. Things have gone way too far and you're determined to hold out for good until Erin finally contacts you. Just a quick look at the clock and... it's only been 7 hours since you last came. What?! It felt like days, like weeks honestly. What the fuck happened? You check your memory and then of course land on the only thing that's been on your mind since, getting covered in James' cum. Try as you might nothing past that seems to come to you, maybe you had lunch? It wouldn't be so bad, you figure, if you could have some space, maybe clear your head, but you just can't bring yourself to leave, there was something you felt you HAD to do first, but you just couldn't bring yourself to admit it. It wasn't your fault, really, it's just, after that nap in his crotch you became very familiar with James' scent. Now everywhere is baked in the smell of him, every second you're breathing it in, getting ever more intoxicated. You go and lay back down in James' bed, gently touching yourself in an ever mislead and futile attempt to stave off your new desires. Slowly but surely your fantasies and exhaustion blend into a perfect concoction for daydreaming. Eyes closing and mind drifting you try and chase the good feelings of your dreams.
Wet dream after wet dream of being on the receiving end of your friend's dick run through your sleeping brain. A noise brings you to the edge of waking, still barely in your dream though. There are thuds of feet in the apartment, thuds that fill your imagination with fantasies of James walking in on you, of him taking advantage of you while you're spread out on his bed. His name leaves your lips quietly, but ever louder as your hand sleepily rubs at your all too sensitive clit. You're totally unaware though that the sounds are just that, James has come home and he's about to walk in on his girlfriend's body masturbating itself and moaning his name. The noise of the door to James' bedroom finally wakes you, but in your state your attempt to call to him and warn him only comes out as a desperate moan of his name.
You both freeze, but your eyes lock onto one another. At first the eye contact is too much, but what you both avert your gaze to only worsens the situation. While James ogles your naked body you fail to stop your eyes from resting directly on his growing erection. He walks towards you and comes to the foot of the bed, now standing above and looking down at you in the naked mess of a state you were in. You try to make an excuse, come up with a good reason you were just masturbating in his bed moaning his name, but the words stop at your throat. James begins to unbuckle his belt and take his shirt off. Your breathing speeds up, you had to stop this, what if you were on a breeder? That would certainly explain the obsession with getting fucked of yours. Sadly the mere thought of having to worry about getting bred makes you all the more helplessly horny. James was now down to his underwear and you were no closer to stopping this madness. As he steps forward, dick now mere inches from your pussy, he offers you one final lifeline, "are you sure you're okay with this? I know we've been messing around, but this would feel like we're crossing a line." At first you cheer internally, ready to tell him to stop, ready to end it all and say you need to know what Erin gave you, but as the potential reality where you're this pent up and DON'T get fucked sets in you find yourself conflicted. Too conflicted to muster a response. At least, that's what you thought would happen, but as you lay here, staring up at James as his hands rub down your thighs, you find yourself nodding to him. "You won't regret it, I'll treat you just like I always treat my girlfriend."