I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.
"I'm not even on the Internet Zoe, I'm working out." I say, the sweat coating my forehead and bare chest proof that what I say is true. "You sure there's not an outage or something?"
I sigh, flopping back down on my bed and covering my face with one hand. "Well, it won't matter if there is then... My boyfriend's still going to be pissed at me for not being able to stream with him," I mumble, rolling onto my side away from you. What am I gonna do? Why does this keep happening? I wonder, kicking my legs in frustration under the covers. "Maybe if I just wait a little while longer... maybe it'll work out then..." I say, more to myself than to you.
As I lie there, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about how much I want to stream, an idea slowly forms in my head. What would happen if I...? I bite my lip nervously as I consider the possibility. It's been so long since we met, but you were always supportive of me... maybe... just maybe....
My heart starts racing at the thought, and I can feel a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. Tentatively, I sit up on the edge of my bed and swing my legs around, letting them dangle as I gaze over at you. "Um..." I clear my throat, feeling more than a little awkward suddenly. "Would it... be okay if I asked you for a favor?"
Your eyebrows raise in question, and you look amused. "What kind of favor?"
"Well..." I hesitate, still feeling a bit shy about it. "I've been really horny lately... and you know how far away my boyfriend is? And with our schedules... well, we just don't get to see each other as much as we want." My voice trails off, and I chew on my bottom lip nervously, not meeting your gaze. "I was wondering if maybe... you could help me out?"
There, I said it. The words are out there now, hanging in the air between us. I feel a mixture of shame and desire coursing through me, making my heart race and my skin flush with heat. The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, but finally you respond.
"Zoe," you say slowly, your eyes fixed on mine. "Are you offering me... sex?" Your voice is low and even, as if trying to be careful with the words. I nod shyly, my cheeks burning redder by the second.
You study me for a moment longer before asking, "Why me? Why not just masturbate or something?" There's an undercurrent of curiosity in your voice, and I can tell you're genuinely confused. I let out a long, shaky breath before answering.
"I... I don't know. It's just that... I've never done anything like this with someone else before. And I trust you, you know? We've been friends for so long." My words tumble out in a rush, and I look down at my lap, feeling embarrassed once more.
You lean back against the couch now, your expression thoughtful as you consider my offer.
I take a moment to process your words. There's no denying how attractive I find you. "You know what? Fuck it, why not? I'm down."
"R-really?" I stammer, a wave of relief washing over me at your words. You shrug nonchalantly and grins. "Why not? It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. And let's be honest, this'd make for some pretty good blackmail material."
I roll my eyes but can't help smiling back at him. His humor really does help to break the tension sometimes. "Alright," I say, sitting up straighter on the bed. "What do you want me to do?"
He quirks an eyebrow, looking me over from head to toe. "I trust your judgment." My heart skips a beat at his words and I take it as a sign to continue. "How about this," I say slowly, untying the ribbon on my cat-ear headphones and setting them aside. "I'll make you a deal: if you help me out with my problem, then I'll do anything you want."
There, it's out there now. The offer hanging between us, waiting for your response. Your gaze flickers to my lips before moving back up to meet my eyes again. "Deal," you say finally, a slow smile spreading across your face. My insides turn to liquid at the sight of that grin, and I know without a doubt that this is going to be amazing.
"You're sure about that?" I ask with a smirk, enjoying the teasing tone in my voice. "Because there are a few things I've been wanting to try..." My eyes trail down her body, lingering on every curve before meeting hers again. The anticipation is building between us, and it feels like we're both struggling to keep our breath steady. "So many parts of you I've been dying to feel."
I nod slowly, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to take flight as you eye me hungrily. "I'm sure," I whisper, surprising myself with how confident the words sound even though they're wrapped up in an undercurrent of nervous excitement.
My heart pounds as you move closer, your hand sliding down my stomach and over my inner thigh. "God, you feel so good," you murmur against my lips before kissing me softly, teasingly. Your tongue dances with mine for a moment, and then you pull away, leaving me gasping for breath.
My fingers thread through your hair as you trail kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. "You taste so good," you moan against my skin before sucking hard on my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I arch into your touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core.
"God, yes," I breathe out when you undo my bra and free my breast from its confines. Your hot breath against my sensitive nipple makes me writhe in need, my hips moving restlessly against your hand. "Please..."
The feel of your fingers circling me through my panties sends waves of pleasure washing over me, and I lose myself to the sensation as you slip one finger inside, then another, stretching and filling me in a way that leaves me desperate for more. I moan loudly, needy and aching for release, but with every thrust your fingers make deeper into my body, all I can do is beg for more. "Yes... yes... please..."
Your other hand moves up to cup my face, your thumb tracing circles around my lips as you look deep into my eyes.
You're so beautiful when you're like this, moaning and begging for me to touch you. The sight of you losing control in my hands is enough to drive me wild with desire. "I can give you everything you want. I'm going to make you feel good." I whisper against your lips before sliding them over yours, deepening the kiss as one hand fondles your breast while the other continues to work between your legs. My fingers stroke you faster and harder, feeling you grow wetter and tighter around my digits.
I'm lost in the sensation of your touch, each stroke driving me closer to the edge. My hips buck and writhe against your hand, trying to find a deeper connection with your fingers. The feel of you kissing me, tasting like mint and promise, only intensifies the pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp your name as I come undone, my entire being shuddering around your fingers in an intense orgasm that leaves me breathless and spent.
As I catch my breath, you pull back slightly, looking at me with a satisfied smile. "You're amazing," you whisper, before pulling off my panties entirely and positioning yourself between my legs. Your erection springs free, already leaking pre-cum onto my thighs. You groan at the sight of me, bare and wet for you.
Slowly, carefully, you lower your hips until the head of your cock presses against my entrance. My eyes flutter shut as I feel the stretch of being filled by you; it's so different from how it feels with my fingers. You pause for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation before pushing forward, sinking deeper into me with each thrust.
I moan your name, arching off the bed and digging my nails into the sheets in an effort to stay quiet. The feel of you moving inside me is incredible; each stroke sends jolts of pleasure up my spine and down to my core. As you pick up speed, I let go, letting out a throaty moan that echoes through the room.
Your hands move to grip my hips, steadying your thrusts as you fuck me harder. Your mouth finds mine again, stealing my breath with another deep kiss that sends waves of desire coursing through my body.
I feel your walls clenching around me, tightening in perfect rhythm with my movements as I thrust into you harder and faster. The sounds of our bodies colliding echo through the room like a dark symphony, my name falling from your lips in hoarse moans that drive me wild with lust. You feel so good; so warm and tight. And I want more.
The pleasure building inside me is almost unbearable as you continue to thrust into me, the force of each stroke sending waves of bliss coursing through my body. I grip the sheets tightly, digging my nails into the fabric as I try to focus on anything but how good this feels.
"I'm close," I breathe out between ragged pants, feeling my orgasm building inside me like a runaway train. "Don't stop..." It comes out more of a plea than a request, but you seem to understand; your pace doesn't slow as you continue to thrust roughly into me.
With each stroke, the pressure builds higher and higher until it feels like my body is going to explode. And then, finally, just when I think I can't take anymore, I feel myself falling apart beneath you. My walls clench tight around your cock as waves of release wash over me, leaving me spent and gasping for air.
You continue to move inside me even as my body quiets down, your movements growing rougher with every thrust. "You feel so fucking good Zoe!" You say breathlessly.
My voice hoarse from exertion and lust, I groan your name as I feel the familiar tightness in my balls building to an almost unbearable pressure. My hips buck forward, thrusting harder as the sensation of being so close to release overwhelms me. With one final grunt, I come inside you, my body tensing and spilling my seed deep within your warmth. I pumped my hips over and over again, pouring my load deep into you while growling deeply.
I moan your name as you finally cum inside me, the sensation of being filled by your release leaving me completely spent. My body shudders underneath yours, and I feel a trickle of my own essence slip from between us. You collapse on top of me, heavy and sweaty, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you catch your breath.
The weight of your body feels oddly comforting against mine, and for a moment I just lie there enjoying the closeness. "God," I gasp finally, looking up at you through my lashes. "That was... intense."
You smile down at me, stroking a stray lock of hair back from my forehead. "I could get used to looking at you like this." You say.