Quickie Sex Stories – Saturday Coffee

Quickie Sex Stories - Saturday Coffee

“Oh my God, I can’t take it any more,” Katie walked through the front door and straight to the living room.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“Yes,” she sighed and collapsed on the couch. “Did you get any last night?”

“No,” I chuckled as I filled a mug, “he was a disaster.” I walked into the living room and found Katie on the couch in a pair of khaki shorts and a white top. She looked tired.

“I told you those websites are shit,” she smiled up at me and took the steaming mug, “thanks.”


Katie and I had been neighbors for over a year but we had only met a few months before. We were both coming home on a Friday night, early Saturday morning. Katie had a tall, dark-haired lawyer at her door and I had a thinner, more athletic guy with me.

Our men left about the same time the next morning, and then I had heard a knock on the door. I was sure it was Brian coming back because he had left something, but instead, I had found Katie.

“We should trade next time,” she had laughed when I opened the door.

“Yours was so yummy!” We had been friends ever since.


“It’s not the websites,” I sat down in the chair next to her. “It’s me. I can’t seem to pick the right ones. I want someone interesting, smart, funny…”

“Your standards are too high, I just want someone to fuck,” Katie interrupted.

I looked at the brunette sitting on my couch. It seemed hard to believe that she was sexually frustrated. Katie seemed to have a guy for every day of the week most weeks. “It’s just a dry spell.”

She looked over at me and grinned. “Dry is right. I’m so fucking horny I could…” her eyes wandered over me.

“Annnnnddd…we’re back,” I rolled my eyes. “You do need some attention, don’t you?”

“Well, when the last time you had something between your legs that wasn’t battery operated?” She pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them.

“Two night ago?” I thought of the pink rabbit in my bedside drawer. A little shiver went through me.

After a long Thursday at the office, I had come home, fixed a little dinner and then checked my websites.

There were a few messages, nothing out of the ordinary, except when I logged on, one of the people I had nudged  was online and we started chatting.

It wasn’t the first time we had talked, but for some reason I had gotten flirty, you know, filled the little chat box with enuendo about how I liked things big  and how I wasn’t shy about taking charge where it really counted like in the bedroom. 

After an hour of chat that bordered on steamy, I had climbed into bed and pulled it out. Rotating shaft, spinning beads, a vibrator on the front, and an anal tickler, lets just say, my rabbit was good at doing what I told it to.

“Two night’s?” Katie sneered. “My pussy gets grumpy after more than twenty-four hours.” She pulled the edge of her shorts up and gave both of us a peek at her dark pink lips. “Isn’t that right?”

I laughed. “What did you two do last night? Where did you go?”

“Over to Ice first. James was there, but he had a stick up his ass about something so I danced for a little while and then I got a text from Dan so I went over to Charlie’s on Fourth.”

I tried to remember who James and Dan were. Katie talked about James a lot, he was a regular. And I was pretty sure I had seen at least one of them before, but I couldn’t remember which was which.

“What happened with Dan?”

“His girlfriend was coming in town this morning and he didn’t want any evidence,” she grinned wickedly. “So, I came home alone.”

I got up to get us more coffee but when I bent over to pick up Katie’s cup, she looked down my chamois. “I can’t believe you haven’t nailed down a guy.” She licked her lips.

“Ha ha,” I filled her cup and brought it back, “I don’t think I need sex as much as you do.”

She took the cup from my hand and leaned back on the couch. “Really?”

“No, I mean, I like to have sex, you know, a lot, but I don’t think about it as much…”

“I need it.” She ran a hand along the top of her thighs. “I mean it. If I go to long…” she let out a heavy sigh. “I get crazy.”

Her nipples hardened behind the white, cotton top and I couldn’t help but stare at them. Katie had giant breasts, heavy round breasts with large areolas. “I can imagine,” for a second I stared at her lips and wondered how soft they were.

“But, I mean, what’s wrong with that, right?” She set her coffee cup down and the other hand joined the first and ran along the top of her thighs, like she was giving herself a massage, but each time they seemed to stop a little higher on her thighs and a little more toward the inside of her legs. “What’s better than orgasm, right?”

Just watching her, I started to get a little excited.

She glanced over at me. “I mean, if you can have an orgasm, you take it, right? You don’t just let it go.”

“Well, I’m not having sex in restaurant bathrooms, but I think I get what you’re saying.” I stared down at my coffee mug. My head was swimming. Every time she said the word orgasm, all I could think of was the humming sound of my rabbit and the way the little silicone bit vibrated against my clit. Then I would think of what that was meant to imitate, a tongue.

“Neither am I, but shit, I don’t know how many times James has finger-fucked me while I jerked him off in the back of a cab.” She took a deep breath and I could tell she was getting excited too.

Is it something in the coffee? “In a cab?” The setting didn’t sound ideal.

“James has amazing fingers,” Katie’s left hand lightly grazed the front of her shorts before sliding back to her thighs.

I stood up. I don’t know why or what I was thinking. My pussy was warm and I wanted to help.

As I stepped across the room, Katie’s eyes locked onto mine. Never in my life had I ever kissed a girl, but as I stared down at the beautiful woman on my couch, all I could think was: Why not? “Come here,” I leaned down and laid my lips onto hers.

She took a breath through her nose and closed her eyes.


Her lips were soft and plump. I kissed and then kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue just across the front of lips, the way I liked to be kissed.

Katie moaned softly and met my tongue with your own.

I slid down on the couch next to her and we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed for a few minutes. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

I pulled her body closer until our breasts touched. I felt her nipple slide across mine and my pussy quivered.

Unashamed now, she ran her hand up her thigh and under her shorts. “Here,” I moved back on the couch, “let me help.”

Katie grinned and her eyes went wide. “Yes. Please.”

I guided her onto my lap backwards so that I could reach around her body.

She moaned softly as I swept her hair over one shoulder and gently kissed the nape of her neck.

“Yes,” she took my hands and placed them on her chest. “Squeeze them,” she cooed.

Her breasts filled my hands and I squeezed them until she moaned.

I can’t say what it was, the newness of being with a woman or just that I loved feeling Katie’s lust, but I had never felt so turned on my life. My pussy, slick with my own desire, throbbed.

“Here you go,” I reached down and unbuttoned Katie’s shorts. She arched back against me and kissed my lips.

My thumb and third spread her lips and my middle finger slid along her creamy darkness.

“Yesss…” Katie hissed between kisses.

I started to rub. I let my middle fingers swirl across her clit.

She thrust her hips forward and I squeezed her breast.

I kissed her passionately and, as her body’s rhythm moved against me, faster and faster in time with the motions of my fingers, my first orgasm started to build.

I spread my legs wide around her so that her ass moved against my quim and Katie gripped my bare thigh, squeezing me in time with her own thrusts. “Don’t stop,” her voice was strained.

A finger dipped into her snatch and he moaned louder.

I squeezed her tit harder and moved my fingers faster, strumming across the hardness of her clit and then burying two fingers in her wet sex.

“Fuck! Yesss….” Her fingers dug into my thigh and her pussy contracted around my fingers. “Oh, fuuuuuck.” She leaned her head back on my shoulder, her entire body in a rigid arch against my hand.

Her own ecstasy pushed me over the edge and the warmth of my own orgasm washed across me.

It took a few moments before either one of us could do anything but sit there, amazed and panting from the exertion.

“That was amazing,” Katie swallowed and slid off my lap.

“I know, right?” I looked at the wrinkles across my water-logged fingertips and suddenly wanted to taste Katie’s pleasure. I glanced at her and then slipped a finger into my mouth.

Katie’s eyes went wide.

“Want a taste?” I offered my hand to her.

“Of you? Yes,” she dropped off the couch and crawled between my knees.

Why not?  I spread my knees and waited.


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