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Your best friend Shane comes to your house at around 9 PM. He had just gotten off work and it took him longer than expected to get there. Lucky for you, he brings in a six pack of beer to make up for it and a pizza.
“Took you long enough,” you say as he sets the pizza down and the six pack next to it. He ignores you, going to your kitchen for some napkins. You flip the lid on the pizza.
“Get your hands off my pizza. I get first dibs,” he says when he sees you eyeing the slices. “Besides, you said you ate already.”
“But it looks good.” you whine.
“I haven’t eaten in like six hours.” he groans sitting down.
“You’re going to kill that whole pizza?” you snicker as he grabs the biggest slice after pulling your coffee table closer to the couch.
“Yes I am. Yes I am.”
“Can I have a bite at least?” you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Fine, take one,” he grumbles, pushing the box toward you. You pick out a slice and put it on one of the napkins he grabbed, sitting back, content with your pizza. He opens one of the beers and downs half of it, then burps loudly.
“You’re so gross.”
“I’m just happy to be off work finally.” he replies with a shrug. “What are we watching? Reality TV?”
“I was flipping through channels when you showed up, dork.” You finish your slice and toss the napkin on the table then open one of the beers.
You change the channel to something random, only to find the movie in the middle of a sex scene. You’re about to change it when Shane stops you.
“Goddamn look at her tits,” he murmurs.
“Shut up, Shane.” you say, a little uncomfortable at how intently he is watching the scene. When it finally transitions, he turns his head to look at you and sees how uncomfortable you are.
“Aw, I didn’t know you were such a prude.”
“I am not a prude. It’s just weird to see you like…turned on.”
“That’s like maybe a three on my scale. It was hot, but it’s really nothing.” he replies.
“You have a scale?”
“I mean, not like, officially or nothin’,” he shrugs, giving you a blank stare.
“What’s a ten?” You’re almost afraid to ask.
“Well, obviously more nudity, more moans but not like the fake overly high pitched kind, I hate that-” He looks at you. “What? You asked.”
“I feel like all you watch is football and porn.”
“I mean I am single right now, so righty does see a lot more action than normal.” He grins widely, waving his right hand at you.
“Oh my god, gross!”
“How is that gross? You act like you never flick the bean.”
“ Flick the bean ? How old are you?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not talking about that with you!”
“I bet you don’t even watch porn.”
“You don’t know…” you grumble. You don’t want to talk about it, but you also hate how smug he’s being.
“Oh yeah? What do you watch then?” he asks mockingly. He found something you’re sensitive about, and now he’s not going to give up on it. Last time he teased you, you didn’t talk to him for two weeks. This time you decide to get ahead of it, much to his surprise.
“Fine, I’ll show you.”
You take your phone, pulling up your browser tab. Shane watches curiously as you type in a site name and find the video you had actually been watching last night. You connect your phone to the TV and hit play, setting the video to full screen. You prop one of your big pillows between you and him to give yourself some space.
The video starts with the girl dancing and massaging her breasts in front of the camera as it zooms in on different parts of her. You stare straight at the TV, not wanting to see Shane’s reaction. Eventually, you do your best to see out of your periphery. It seems like it’s caught Shane’s attention. He adjusts the way he’s sitting, and your heart starts to pound as you realize he’s turned on by this and that…physically…you shake your head of the thought and keep watching.
“Oh my god…this turns you on?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Fuck.” he murmurs. You catch him side-eyeing you and you glance at him every so often. The pillow barrier is covering most of his lower half, but you can see his hand settled right on his lap. You lift your knees to your chest, feeling yourself getting wet. You’re unsure if it’s from the video or the fact that your best friend is sitting next to you. You finally turn your head toward him and find him already looking at you.
“I’m sorry.” he apologizes. You don’t have to ask what for.
“Did you want to, you know, take care of it?” you shrug, embarrassed to even suggest it. “I can’t see anything.”
“Are you sure?”
You just nod and turn your attention back to the TV, finding your own hand slipping between your thighs and into your shorts. You hear some rustling of fabric next to you. The pillow moves as his hand moves rhythmically. You zone out from watching the video, listening to Shane’s breathing as he strokes himself. It would be so easy to reach over, replace his hand with your own, or even lean over to put your mouth on him. You can’t really reach your clit with the way your hand is jammed between your legs. You slowly lift your hips and slide your shorts from under your butt. You bring them to your knees and spread them for easier access. Shane moans under his breath and it sends a shock through your system. Your shorts drop down your knees until you decide to remove them completely, spreading your legs further. You rub your clit then slip two fingers inside yourself. Shane glances over, hearing the slick sound of your fingers sliding in and out of yourself. Your left knee nudges the pillow, and he quickly realizes he shouldn’t be looking. Except, your attention is completely off the video and is now focused on Shane. You want to move the pillow blocking you from him but can’t bring yourself to do it. Shane turns his head and realizes that you’re looking at him. His elbow knocks into the pillow, knocking it over finally and you push it onto the floor. He swallows hard, keeping his eyes on your face.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispers. You don’t say anything, just nod. As soon as you give him the go ahead, he moves closer to you leaning in to kiss you. He kisses you roughly and you stop your movements.
“Fuck me, Shane, please,” you murmur against his lips. He pulls back and you’re afraid you said something wrong.
“Are you sure?” he asks. You nod enthusiastically. “Without protection?”
“Yes, please, fuck me.” you reply, moving your body so you’re stretched out on the couch with him between your legs. He’s still hesitant as your hand goes back to your clit. You use your free hand to caress his cheek. “I need you, Shane.”
“Okay,” he replies in a whisper. He brings his jeans a little lower on his thighs as you wrap your legs around him. He presses his cock to you and gasps a little at how slick you are as you easily take him.
“Fuck, Shane…” you whimper.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he groans, lifting your shirt and your bra to expose your breasts.
“There you go.” you reply, moaning as he thrusts into you rhythmically. He drops his chest to yours, putting his hand under your head.
“Your pussy feels so fuckin’ perfect, my god.” he grunts, thrusting particularly hard for emphasis. You arch your back against him as he envelopes your body with his arms.
“God, Shane, yes…mmm.”
“Fuck, I’m close.” he hisses through his teeth. He curses again, pulling out quickly to finish on your stomach. You think it’s fair enough since you didn’t mention you’re on birth control. He sits back on his heels, wiping the sweat from his forehead and mouth with his forearm. He reaches over to grab a clean napkin to help clean you up. You giggle and help him, wiping the sticky substance off your stomach. Shane just looks at you and then down to where your legs are still spread for him. You’re distracted cleaning the cum off your stomach when Shane moves down your body, so his head is between your legs. You jump a little when his tongue makes contact with your labia, licking up in slow strokes.
“Oh my god, Shane.” you moan, dropping the napkin on the floor. He meets your eyes as his tongue continues to explore you. He finds your clit, licking around it slowly. He brings his hand up between your thighs just as they begin to shake to slide two fingers into your pussy. He twists them until his palm is upright and pressed against you with how deep he is. You let out a string of curses until you finally cum, clenching tight around his fingers. He pulls away from you, sucking his fingers clean then wiping his mouth with his shirt.
“Wow…” he murmurs, touching your thigh.
“Yeah, wow.”
You smile shyly at him. He leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. When he pulls back, he fixes his pants.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
“Well, it’d be kinda weird to just have my dick out…so…”
“Take them back off.” you tell him as you stand up and take your shirt and bra off the rest of the way.
“Why?” he questions as you gather the rest of the beers and start to walk toward your room.
You look over your shoulder at him and shrug, “Cause you’re not going home tonight.”