so this happened last weekend and i still cant stop thinking about it. my best friend sara and her boyfriend jake were over at my place. we were drinking a bit and watching some dumb movie. the living room was dim and warm and the three of us were slouched together like we always are. sara passed out on the couch pretty early, mouth a little open, one arm hanging off the side. jake and i kept talking in the kitchen.
hes always been a bit flirty with me when shes not looking. little looks that lasted a second too long, comments that sat right on the edge of being a joke. that night he just looked at me and said “you know shes out cold right”. his voice was low. i knew exactly what he meant. my stomach dropped and tightened at the same time. i was already wet from the way he was staring, from the fact that she was right there and he still said it out loud.
we went to my room. he didnt even lock the door. the hallway light stayed on behind us. he just pushed me onto the bed and pulled my shorts off in one motion. no foreplay really. the air felt cold on my skin for a second. he shoved his fingers in to check how wet i was, two of them sliding in easy, and then he slid in raw. the stretch made my breath catch. he fucked me hard and quiet, the mattress barely making a sound, his hand over my mouth whenever i got too loud. i could hear sara snoring through the wall. he kept whispering how tight i felt and how sara would never know, his mouth against my ear, his weight holding me down.
he came inside me. i felt it, the sudden heat spreading, the way he stayed buried for a second after. then he just pulled out, wiped himself on my thigh and went back to the living room like nothing happened. i laid there with his cum leaking out of me, warm and slow down my skin, while sara was snoring ten feet away. my shorts were still on the floor. the door was still open.
the next morning she was all sweet and hungover, squinting at her coffee, complaining about her head. jake smirked at me over breakfast. i smiled back. we havent talked about it but i already know its gonna happen again.
i should feel guilty. i dont. not even a little.