Curiosity Killed the Cat written by me

(Bonus day in February, yay! And, the last of my writings that I've written for a third possible book. But, at least you guys get to read them in case I don't make another book. Thanks for enjoying them.)

My neighbor needed somewhere to stay for the weekend while his apartment was having some maintenance done to it. We were friends, but not "friends"... more on the friendly acquaintance level. I invited him to sleep on the couch after hearing he had no where else to go. I wasn't worried about my safety. I knew him well enough, I thought. I kept a gun and knew how to use it. I'd also had self defense classes. I made sure he had blankets and pillows and then went to my bedroom to get myself ready for bed. After reading a bit, I went to the living room just to make sure everything was okay. He had a light sheet on. I did keep the heat on pretty high. I liked it warm so I could wear less clothing inside. My neighbor was a Black man. I didn't know that many Black people. I didn't have feelings either way about different skin pigmentations, but I was curious what parts of him looked like up close. The coffee table light was still on. I pulled the sheet down a little so I could look at his chest, his short wiry curly hair, his dark, rather than pinkish, nipples. I touched his chest to feel the hair and he didn't really move or do anything, other than keep breathing like he was asleep. I suppose that made me less worried about him waking up and more bold. His skin and hair and nipples were making me feel more turned on than I anticipated. I was originally looking out of a sense of curiosity rather than perversion. But, now I wondered what the rest of him looked like and felt like. I put the sheet back on the top of him, but moved so that I could lift it up around his hip area. I looked underneath and he had loose, sleeping boxers on. I took that as a sign and lightly pulled the leg opening of the side closest to me up and his cock became visible to me. Getting away with looking and not getting caught made me really want to do more. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was essentially molesting my neighbor without consent, but I also was in a mind frame where I wasn't sure I could stop myself if I actually wanted to. I had to see what it would feel like to touch, what would happen if I stroked it or kissed it. Could I get away with it? I was standing over him, but I wanted to be more comfortable and less intimidating if he were to wake up, so I got down onto my knees next to the couch and then sat back onto my butt. My face was at a level height to the seat of the couch. So, I took my time in looking at his cock, the head of it, the shaft, what balls I could see not hidden beneath the boxers, his hair. I touched him lightly with my fingertips, then moved his shaft skin a little bit up and down. He did not move or seen disturbed. So, I did what I really wanted to do and bent closer to kiss the head. I circled it with my tongue and poked my tongue into the hole on the end. At that point, he did moan slightly and pushed his hips forward a little as his cock started to harden. I wanted to orgasm. I felt it inside of me. It was hard to move slowly and quietly as to not wake him. I put my left hand down my underwear and using my middle finger moved some of my natural lubrication around myself, around my labia, around my clit. I positioned myself so I could use my right hand to keep his boxers moved, play with his smooth cock skin and adjust him more freely. He was moaning whimpering on occasion, but I could tell he was still asleep. I really wanted to feel him erupt into my mouth, but didn't know if someone asleep could or would do that. But, I gave it my best (well really not much effort) and he did just that, pouring his semen into my mouth. The smell and taste and deviance of what I did made my pussy clench and shudder into release. The power of the orgasm made it so I couldn't do anything for a minute except keep my lips closed around him while he spewed his salty sperm, breathe through my nose, and clench my jaw to stop myself from making noise. After a few moments of trying to right my breathing, I repositioned both of our clothes and his sheet, turned off the table lamp, and tip toed out of the living room into my bedroom. He didn't act any differently the next day, so I still don't know if he wondered if he had an erotic dream or anything. I think about his cock blasting in my mouth often and cum myself.