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"Enjin?" You muttered, barely above a whisper. The two of you were at your place, a small apartment that you've had for the last four years.
He'd come over every now and then to see you, when he could that is. It was usually just a little while, as his job was demanding, but you didn't mind.
"Mm?" He hummed.
"What's it like?" You asked rather vaguely, staring off looking nowhere in particular. It's not the first time you'd wondered this. You'd just never voiced it out loud.
His brows knitted together. What's what like?"
"You know, like . . ." You trailed off shyly, looking down at his deep red top.
"Sex?" He guessed, amusement dripping from his tone.
You looked away, face on fire with embarrassment. "Yeah."
"Damn, you wanna know what it's like but you can't even say the word?" He chuckled, a teasing lilt in his deep voice.
"Shut up! I was just embarrassed to ask." You defended with a facepalm.
Between the two of you, he was the only one that wasn't a virgin. He'd had plenty of experience, usually sticking with one night stands where he could. You however, still had yet to experience it. And you wanted to, it's just the only person you could think of losing it to happened to be him. Your closest friend.
Enjin looked to the side in thought, actually thinking about your question before he turned his gaze back to you.
"It's kinda hard to describe with words, honestly. It's something you've gotta experience yourself in order to fully understand. But it feels good; really good." He explained with a shrug.
You paused, then finally asked him, "Were you nervous when it was your first time?"
Enjin's eyes shift to the side in thought. "Kinda, but I was mostly just excited to finally lose my virginity."
"When did you lose it?"
"The night before I turned seventeen."
It took everything for your jaw not to drop at the number he gave you. Seventeen?! Meanwhile here you were well in your twenties, with the closest you'd been to anything sexual coming from your friend right in front of you, after you'd both gotten drunk and kissed for a while one night. It made you feel all the more embarrassed at your total lack of experience.
"O-oh . . ." That was all you could manage to respond with.
"What's got you so curious about sex all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. I was just . . . wondering; I guess." You shrug nervously.
"You wanna find out what it feels like, huh?" He asks playfully, yet the flirtatious little undertone in his voice didn't go unnoticed by you. Your heart leapt in your chest, a conflicted feeling erupting from your core.
"I mean, yeah, but . . ." You admit, eyes once again drifting somewhere to the side because it was just too much to bear looking at him while saying something like that.
You'd always wanted to find out what he felt like. But you never had it in you to really test the lines of your friendship like that—to tell him that. There were too many horror stories of friendships ruined all because of situations just like this.
Meanwhile to him this was another perfect example of how you clearly had no idea how powerful you were. If you'd have really paid attention to him, you would've noticed that you managed to turn him on with just two simple, little words topped off with that cute, shy look on your face. You had him sifting through an entire inventory of positions he'd love to get you in, and if you were ever bold enough to ask him for it, he'd more than jump at the opportunity.
"Do I sound . . . desperate saying that?" You frown, brows creasing a bit.
"No, not at all." He shook his head, then he reached for your chin, turning your head back towards him with a finger to hold his gaze.
"Can I ask you somethin'?" He questions.
Your brows furrow a bit curiously.
"Sure."
"Do you ever touch yourself?"
You blinked a few times, caught of guard by the forwardness of his question.
"What?! No!"
"No?! You've never been curious about your body before?" He furrowed his brows.
"It's not that I've never been curious, it's just . . . you know, I don't really know what I'm doing." You admitted shyly.
Deep down he honestly wasn't shocked at that answer. "That's okay though, you don't have to know exactly what you're doing. You're just figuring out what your body likes."
"Do you know how I would do it?" You murmured sheepishly.
You could see the cogs turning in his head as he comes up with another idea that's highly likely not a good one.
"Is that your way of asking me to show you?" He teased, his brow raised suggestively.
"No! I-I don't know why I said that—never mind." You shook you're head rapidly, facepalming in embarrassment. You watched as he sat up on the bed next to you, running a hand through his blond hair.
"Come here." He motioned with a finger, setting off instant butterflies in your stomach.
Your heart flips wildly as you apprehensively follow his command, letting him grab you and position you right between his legs.
"W-what are you doing?" Your voice is so soft you weren't even sure he'd actually heard you.
"I'm gonna show you how to touch yourself." He said it so plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your heart fluttered so intensely in your chest you nearly winced.
"Oh, I don't know if that's a good idea . . ."
"So you don't want me to show you?"
"I mean . . ." You trailed off, struggling for what exactly to say to that.
"Look, you'll never get what you want if you don't say it. That's the first step when it comes to doing anything sexual with someone else. You gotta make it clear."
A part of you screamed at you to keep protesting, to tell him this wasn't a good idea, and that friends should never go this far with each other. But the other side of you, that naively curious side wanted to experience this. The idea of doing this with him, in his bed, both excited and terrified you.
"Tell me." He cooed temptingly.
Your entire face burned with embarrassment. "I want you . . . to show me."
"Show you what?" He urged, goading you cheekily.
Your eyes narrowed, unamused. "Don't do that. You know what I'm talking about."
"Hey, I said make it clear, didn't I?"
You scowled, though it was halfhearted. "I want you to . . . show me how to . . . touch myself." You barely whispered the last two words.
"See? That wasn't too hard. Now close your eyes, and lean back against me." He instructed in a hushed tone, reaching his hand around and pulling you fully against him by your chest. Your heart skipped in your chest. You felt completely engulfed by him. His scent all around you, his lips right by your ear, his arms caging you in. Already you were overwhelmed and nothing had even happened yet.
Enjin's voice sent a shock of desire through you body. "Let me see your hands."
You let him take your hands, resting his over yours as he slowly guided one downwards, resting it on your right inner thigh. A little gasp left your lips as his fingers ever so lightly graze your bare skin, making you squeeze your legs together nervously. He grinned at your reaction—finding it cute—using your hand to gently stroke and squeeze your thighs, patiently coaxing them open.
The other hand went to work on your upper body, trailing from your stomach up to your left breast, gently kneading and squeezing from the barrier of your clothes. Then he guided your hand between your legs further inwards, his thumb rubbing slow circles instructively.
But your mind was already too cloudy to really follow along with anything he was doing. Your chest began to rise and fall heavier, shaky little breaths leaving your lips as you moaned quietly. You were positive he could feel just how intensely your heart was pounding.
"Enjin . . ." You moaned breathlessly, laying your head back against his shoulder.
"Talk to me." He cooed sensually by your ear, the low rumble of his chest against your back sending thicker waves of desire throughout your body.
"More." You demanded in a needy whisper. Without another word he guided your hand under your top, pulling the cups of your lace bra down. His fingers teasingly graze against your plush breasts as he helped you squeeze and knead them.
"You alright if we switch?" He asked lowly.
Switch . . .?
It took your mind a second to actually comprehend what he'd said, and to realize he meant he wanted to take a little more control.
"Mhm." You nodded, biting your bottom lip in attempt to conceal your nervous excitement. His hand once guiding yours along your thigh slipped past, boldly reaching into your shorts and resting on your innocent sex.
A yelp left your lips as your legs attempted to squeeze themselves closed again, but it was useless. You ended up just caging his hand directly in between.
"Easy, easy." He soothed, patiently waiting for you to relax before continuing. Your free hand clutched around his wrist as he massaged your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles and coaxing moan after moan to spill from your lips.
My best friend has his hand down my shorts . . . and I'm enjoying it!
"'S that feel good?" He hummed.
"Uhhuh." You breathed out blissfully. He was making you so uncomfortably, unbearably wet. Your panties were soaked already, and it's very highly likely that he's already noticed it too. You felt his full lips on your neck—kissing and sucking—leaving a lazy trail of little hickeys right up to the underside of your jaw.
Then his fingers on your clit slid down a little lower, getting a feel for themselves just how turned on you really were.
"You're so wet already." He murmured against your skin—lust dripping from every word. It made you moan—long and drawn—out in response. You were just as brimming with lust yourself.
"Can I?" He asked, soft and dangerous, playing around with the hem of your panties. Your heart leapt in your chest for the thousandth time, and crazily enough you nodded, allowing him to pull your pretty panties to the side. You shuddered at this new level of exposure, the nervous excitement swirling around on the inside of you like a torrent.
This was so bad—but shit, it felt so good.
You gasped deeply, feeling his calloused yet gentle fingers against your clit, fully bare. It gave you a whole new wave of pleasure, making your already dazed head spin faster. Then he dipped his fingers between your lips, coating them with your wetness as they glided slowly up and down, up and down.
"You asked me before what sex feels like." He started, experimentally rubbing circles around your little entrance—putting the slightest pressure there. "I can give you a good idea of it. If you want me to."
At this point he could do whatever he wanted talking to you like this. It was like you were intoxicated, completely drunk off of him. So like a drunkard fully out of their right mind, you nodded once again, fully relaxed in his arms.
"You'll have to open your eyes then. I want you to watch what I do to you." He said softly before placing another little kiss on the side of your neck.
"Mhm . . ." You muttered, brown eyes fluttering open and looking down at his large hand between your legs.
"You ready?" He rasped.
"I'm nervous." You admitted with a shy chuckle.
"Don't be nervous, we're gonna take it slow. And since I've got you wet enough . . ." With a single finger he slowly eased inside you, forcing your tight walls to stretch and make space for him. You let out a deep, heavy gasp, brows knitting together as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
"E-Enjin . . .!" You whimpered, a hand shooting down and gripping his wrist, your body stiffening up subconsciously.
"Just relax. I got you." He cooed, pulling out just a little, then sliding back inside a little further than before.
"Ohh!" You cry out softly.
"That's it, just a little more." He added sensually against your skin, repeating that gentle in and out motion until you could take the full length of his finger.
"Mmmm." You moaned in response, loving the feeling of being stretched. His finger made you feel full, reaching deep inside as he started to set a slow pace.
His other hand slid under your left hand, using two fingers—thumb and pointer—to gently tweak your pebbled nipples. You bit your lip, struggling badly to keep both your breathing steady and moans quiet, as you were starting to become self conscious of your own sounds of pleasure.
Enjin noticed though, and gently encouraged you. "Don't hold back. You can be as loud as you want."
His voice alone makes you finally let go, moaning as much and as noisily as you needed to.
"It-it feels so good." You moan shakily, reaching behind you and lacing your fingers through his soft, blonde hair. One after the other louder moans fell from your lips as he picked up the pace, massaging your tight walls a little faster.
"Enjiiin! Ugh, ughh!" You cry out. The sight of it, his finger pumping in and out of you—soaking wet with your own syrupy slick—turned you on maybe more than it should.
His hand released your breast, reaching up and turning your head to the side, leaning down for a dizzying kiss. Instantly his tongue forced itself into your mouth, dominating yours as you mewled and whined against his lips.
You can hear your pussy squelching louder and louder, wetness coating the length of his tattooed finger down to the knuckle. Then, he curled deep inside you, skillfully and precisely hitting this spot that makes your body react wildly. And just to make it worse, he carefully added a second finger—the stretch felt so good.
"Aahhh!" You moan out loudly, pulling away from the kiss and throwing your head back, subconsciously digging your nails into his forearm—pulling a little on his hair. Your moans quickly turn into high pitched cries, panting rapidly like a dog as your whole body trembled. His fingers motion as if beckoning you to him, forcing you to lose control of yourself.
"Enjin, I-I can't—! Uughh! It's too much now! T-too much!" You whimpered shakily, your body overwhelmed by it all.
"You can take it." He cooed by your ear, picking the pace up just a little more.
Your eyes rolled back, legs flailing as you feel this intense tightening sensation deep in your core. He was working you up quickly, bringing you straight into a state of pure ecstasy.
"Oh my god! Ok, I get it! I-I get it!" You whined desperately, attempting to close your badly trembling legs. This was more than enough a demonstration of what sex felt like.
He reacted fast though, using his free hand to snake under your knee, keeping your legs open for him.
"You're so close . . .", he hummed, quickening the pace, "Gonna cum on my fingers."
"Enjin!" His name poured from your lips over and over. Like it was some kind of grounding mantra to keep you sane. Your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes closed, and your hand still laced in his hair gripped tightly—pulling just a bit. His words rang and echoed in your mind.
You were cumming for the first time. On your best friend's fingers. And you loved it.
"That's it . . ." He whispered, watching intently as you finally fell apart for him.
"Oh, fuck!" You feel like your soul somehow went and disconnected from your body, floating away off to some special paradise. Your mind was completely blank. All you could do was pant as your body continues to shake. His fingers pump shallowly inside you, slowing down to a stop as you gradually come down from your high.
Your body finally began to ease out of its tense position, but you were too shy to really move. Of course, being the bolder one of the two, Enjin's hand slid out from under your top and cupped your cheek, turning you to look at him.
Your eyes were glossy and clouded with the aftermath of ecstasy, his own blazing with so much want it made your stomach flip.
He pulled you into him, tonguing you down until you could barely keep up. It was teetering along desperate the way he kissed you so passionately, swallowing up every little moan and pleasured sigh that came from you.
All he could think about was how badly he wanted to rip those damn clothes off you and fuck you into the next afternoon. You just didn't get it, the things you did to him. You didn't get it at all.
Finally he pulled away just slightly, taking a few seconds to bask in the way you looked at him with those sparkly, orgasm-dazed eyes.
Neither of you said a word, the silence too heavy between you. It was a dangerous silence, leaving open way too much room for opportunity. It tested you both, tempting and seducing with a taunting grin, wanting to find out if either of you had the balls to take this even further.
To finally act like what you both really were: more than friends.
Your body was screaming for him. Screaming too loudly to hear anything else—think of anything else.
He spoke first right against your lips, breaking the thick, tense silence. "Did you like it?"
"Mhm", you nodded sheepishly, "It was . . . very intense."
That was intense? He thought to himself. He wanted so badly to show you what intense actually was.
Silence fell, once again. Your hands were trembling, body humming with need. The words sat there on the tip of your tongue, hesitating, second guessing.
Before you could think on it any longer, you decided to just go.
"I want—
He went for it first.
Enjin leaned into you, his lips crashing against yours messily. You kissed him back without a second of hesitation.
He had your clothes off faster than you could keep up with, the surprise written all over your face. He was not in the mood to waste time.
His clothes came off next, and as his hard dick sprang from his boxers, you felt a pang of reluctance. He was thick, long, veiny and hard as a brick.
"It's . . . big." You muttered nervously, eyes transfixed on it.
He chuckled lightly, climbing back over you, caging your head with his muscled arms.
"Feels good, too." He answered playfully. Then he added, "I won't go too hard."
He reached between you both with a hand, running the tip of his length—hard and thick—between your folds, tapping against your clit. Then he kissed you, using it as a distraction while he pressed inside you.
He grunted softly, your pussy squelching—a subtle sound—as he worked himself into you with experienced precision. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit, aiding to relax your hole as to ease in further.
This felt nothing like his fingers. The way his cock pushed into you, demanding space—claiming every inch of your walls for itself . . .
Already you were gasping against his lips as he kissed you, small hands reaching up to dig your fingers into his back.
He pulled back from the kiss—his eyes like burning gold as he gazed down at you—murmuring a low, "You okay?" against your lips.
"Mhm." You barely managed to respond, your body tense as all of him rested deep inside you.
That was all he needed.
He gripped the back of your knees, pressing them into the bed, leaving you caged. Having learned from the way you squirmed and tried to close your legs on him before, he was ready now to keep you still. He started slow, building the pace as you adjusted to him.
Your hands shifted around to his shoulders, down his inked up arms—anywhere they felt like being. You could barely think straight, your body—your hands—moving all on their own.
Cream created a ring around the base of him, had your pussy making even louder, nastier sounds than before with just his fingers.
"You feel so good, baby. So fuckin' wet." He rasped, low groans slipping past his lips with every deep thrust.
All you could manage was a whimper in response. "E-Enjin . . .!"
"Cummin' for me already?" He cooed, his thrusts picking up. Your eyes rolled back, body trembling under his hold. You couldn't answer, your cum coated him, mixing with the cream already collected at the base of his dick.
He didn't stop after you came, didn't slow down, his thrusts harder and harder as he coaxed another powerful orgasm from you. And another, then another.
You gripped the sheets, small tears of ecstasy brimming at the corners of your eyes. You weren't sure what you were expecting. He could last so much longer than you. You came over and over again, yet he didn't cum yet even once.
It made you nervous inwardly. How long would he last? How much much more were you supposed to take?
Your mind was mushy, body coated with sweat, just a bit of drool on the left corner of your mouth as he fucked you nearly into cumming again.
"I can't! Enjin! Ahh, please!" You whined, as he pounded into you now from behind. He was hitting that spot his fingers had earlier with each and every thrust.
You couldn't move away, you'd tried that already. His hands were locked tight around your waist, pressing you into the mattress with his big hands. Your cum had dripped its way down his shaft and onto the bed, a little puddle where he had you face down, ass up.
"Fuck! Fuck, Enjin, I can't! Too much!" Again you cried to him. The friction of his balls slapping against your clit in this position driving you crazy with pleasure.
"One more time, baby. Gimme one more." He urged, watching the way your body began to twitch and squirm in his hold.
The next orgasm hit hard, your hands tightly gripping at the sheets as he helped you ride it out. He'd announced he was cumming himself, but you could barely her him, barely process the words.
He pulled out, cumming right on your stomach while you gasped and panted, falling down onto your stomach on the bed. He fell next to you, breathing hard, eyes closed in satisfaction. You just stared at him, astonished at what the two of you'd just done—at how the night turned out all because of a single question.
He looked back at you—a dimply grin on his face—then leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips. With a long sigh he hoisted himself up into a sitting position.
He wouldn't be able to stay the night. You knew that even before all that'd happened between you. But all you really cared about was the one swirling question in your mind:
Would you two do this again the next time he came over?