„I’ve never done this before but don‘t stop“ kinda day

His name is Elias and he’s my roommate Lena’s best friend from back home . He’s the quiet type who shows up to every game night with a six-pack of energy drinks and a backpack full of board games nobody else wants to play. He’s 22 skinny with messy black hair that always looks like he just rolled out of bed, wire-rimmed glasses and this soft shy smile that makes him seem younger than he is.

Like for real I thought he was 18 when I first met him.

He’s been crashing on our couch every couple weeks since the semester started because his place is farther from campus and the trains suck after midnight. Lena’s always like “he’s harmless Emmy don’t scare him” and I laugh it off but secretly I’ve caught him staring at my legs when I walk around in shorts or leggings and it gives me this little mean spark.

That night we’d all gone out to some terrible house party off-campus and came back late, drunk and loud. Lena passed out on her bed within ten minutes still in her jacket and shoes and the other girls crashed in their rooms so it was just me and Elias left in the living room trying to be quiet while we finished the last sips of the cheap vodka.

I was in some tiny sleep shorts that ride up every time I move and a thin tank top with no bra because who cares at 2am in your own dorm and he was in grey sweatpants and a faded band tee sitting cross-legged on the couch like he didn’t know what to do with his long limbs.

We talked for a while about nothing basically. Classes, music, dumb memes and the vodka made everything feel loose and warm. I stretched out on the other end of the couch propped on one elbow facing him and “accidentally” let my foot brush his thigh under the blanket we’d thrown over our legs to keep warm. He froze but didn’t move away so I did it again slower this time letting my bare toes drag along the inside of his leg until they rested right over the front of his sweatpants. I could feel him twitch under my foot almost right away and his breath hitched loud in the quiet room.

I kept my voice low and teasing and said “you’re always so polite Elias …Can anyone or anything bring you out of that? I wonder how that looks.” He laughed nervous and pushed his glasses up and whispered “I don’t know what you mean” but his hips shifted just a tiny bit toward my foot like he couldn’t help it. I pressed down a little firmer letting the ball of my foot settle over his cock through the soft fabric and he sucked in a sharp breath eyes wide behind the lenses. I rocked my foot slow in small circles feeling him harden fast under the pressure and the way his whole body tensed made me think of more than just my feet on there.

I whispered “does that feel good?” and he nodded once quick and shaky like he was scared to admit it. I slid my foot lower until my heel rested right on his balls and pressed down gentle at first just enough to make him gasp and grip the couch cushion. His cock jumped against my arch and I could feel a wet spot starting to form on the gray sweatpants.

I asked “ever let a girl do this before?” and he shook his head fast whispering “no… never” and I admitted quiet “me neither” because it was true . I’d never pushed anyone like this and the newness of it made my heart pound so hard I thought he could hear it.

I increased the pressure slow and steady grinding my heel in small deliberate circles while my toes curled against the base of his shaft keeping him trapped and throbbing. He whimpered like actual soft broken whimper and his hips bucked up tiny helpless movements like he was chasing the hurt.

A tear slipped out from under his closed eyelids and rolled down his cheek and seeing that made my pussy clench so hard I had to bite my lip to stay quiet.

I moan quietly “you’re crying but look how hard you are, leaking all over my foot like a desperate little slut” and he sobbed once muffled into his sleeve but didn’t pull away.

I kept going building the pressure bit by bit until his balls were flattened under my heel and his whole body was shaking legs trembling breathing coming in ragged little pants. Pre-cum soaked through the fabric completely now and I could feel the hot wet slickness coating my skin. I rocked harder twisted my ankle just enough to make him cry out soft and high and then his hips jerked violently and he came untouched. Thick pulses throbbing against my foot as he spilled into his sweatpants over and over until the wet spot spread huge and dark under my heel. He kept shaking through it tears streaming freely gasping my name like it hurt to say it and I just watched until the last tremor faded leaving him slumped and wrecked against the cushions.

I slowly lifted my foot off and wiped it on the blanket like it was nothing. He didn’t move for a long minute just sat there panting chest heaving glasses fogged up from his own breath. I leaned in close kissed his cheek once soft and whispered “good boy – now go clean up before Lena wakes up and sees what a mess you made.” Then I stood up stretched like nothing happened and padded back to my room leaving him there on the couch still trembling still leaking still crying quietly in the dark.