{LILY}
Two years ago...
The house was dead quiet except for the low murmur of the TV and the clink of my wine glass against the nightstand. Movie night had been the ritual with Alex, my best friend since elementary school–same bed, same blanket, and the same unspoken rule that nothing ever happened. Until tonight.
We had been friends since we were five and nothing ever happened. Even when we both clocked eighteen, nothing still happened. The highest we went as personal touch was the frequent fist bumps and occasional hugs.
Until tonight.
I picked the movie 'Blind', some random streaming title with a vague thumbnail. I figured it would be another dumb action flick for us to mock for the next two hours. Instead, the screen filled with skin the second the opening credits faded. A woman on her knees, her lips stretched wide around a thick cock, wet slurping sounds pouring out of the speakers as if the volume had been cranked on purpose.
I froze, soda can halfway to my mouth. Alex didn't move either, but I could feel the slight shift in his body beside me, the way his thigh pressed against mine under the blanket, the sudden tension in the air. We were alone. My parents were asleep down the hall, oblivious behind the closed doors. But the house felt smaller, hotter, like the walls had closed in the second the first moan spilled out of the speakers.
"Shit," I cursed, fumbling for the remote on the mattress between us. My fingers brushed Alex's instead and neither of us pulled away.
On screen, the man grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair and yanked his shaft out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the man's glistening dickhead. He spin her around, bent her over one arm of the couch and rammed into her with one brutal thrust.
She screamed and moaned, loud and filthy, the kind that made my pussy clench so hard the seam of my panties dug into my clit.
Alex's voice came out rough. "You wanna switch it?"
I should've said yes, should have laughed it off and blamed it on the algorithm and changed the channel. Instead, I swallowed hard and shook my head.
"Nahhh. Leave it."
The room smelled like buttered popcorn and the tang of Pepsi, but underneath it was something new, the smell of my own arousal seeping through the thin fabric between my legs. Alex shifted again and the blanket raised just enough for me to see the bulge straining against his sweatpants. His cock was rock hard, the outline so clear I could trace the ridge of his dick with my eyes.
My mouth watered before I could stop it.
His hand moved under the blanket, knuckles grazing the bare skin of my thigh where my oversized t-shirt had ridden up. The touch was electric. I didn't flinch, didn't tell him to stop. My thighs parted on instinct, just enough for his fingers to slide higher, brushing the damp spot on my panties.
"Jesus, you're drenched," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers pressed harder rubbing my clit through the soaked cotton in slow, dirty circles. My hips rolled into his hand without permission, chasing after the pleasure. On screen, the woman begged— "Harder–fuck!–ruin me!"—and the words echoed in my head like they were meant to be coming from me.
I bit my lip to keep quiet, but a soft whimper slipped free anyway. Alex found my chin, a hand tilting my face toward him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide and lips parted like he was breathing through his teeth. "Take these off," he panted, tugging at the waistband of my panties.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Best Friends don't do this. But my pussy was trembling, leaking and dripping cum down my thighs like it had a mind of its own. I lifted my hips and shoved my panties down my legs, kicking them off under the blanket with an odd eagerness. The cold air hit my slick folds, making me shiver.
Alex's hand was back instantly, his fingers driving through my wet folds, spreading it, then pushing past the wetness and into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I gasped, loud enough that I slapped my hand over my mouth. He pumped slow, curling his fingers and thumb grinding my clit until my vision slowed. My walls fluttered around him, greedy, sucking him even deeper.
"Quiet," he growled against my ear, his hot breath against my skin sending sinful thrills down my spine. "Unless you want your dad walking in on me finger fucking his little girl in her bed."
The words sent a jolt straight to my core. I whimpered into my palm, my hips grinding against his hand and coating his fingers with my slick.
On screen, a new scene started–three guys one woman, her mouth filled with one cock, another huge one pounding into her pussy while she pumped the last with her hand. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room now, louder, like they were daring us to match them.
Alex's fingers sped up, fucking me faster, his thumb rubbing my clit in tight, relentless circles, until my thighs shook and my back arched. The orgasm hit me hard and sudden, my pussy clamping around his fingers as I came with a muffled cry, slick gushing out in messy pulses. He didn't stop until I was trembling, oversensitive, trying to push his fingers out of me.
He pulled his fingers out and slowly brought his fingers, glistening with my cum, to his face. His tongue dragged over them, his eyes locked on me, as he locked me clean.
"Taste yourself," he purred, and before I could catch my breath, he shoved the same fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting myself–salty, filthy–and moaned on them like the girl on the screen.
Alex's cock twitched against my thigh, still trapped in his sweatpants and straining against the fabric, leaving a wet spot. He pulled his fingers from my mouth with a wet pop and grabbed my wrist, guiding my fingers to his bulge.
"Your turn," he rasped, his voice dark and rough. "Show me how bad you want this movie night to keep going."