It started simply enough. Eye contact for a little too long. Sexy jokes. That intoxicating smirk he had. Blushing, just a shade too dark to be purely platonic.
Then one day he came over looking for my husband who was, thankfully, at an appointment with the baby. Who knew when they would be back, but I invited him to wait. After all, we were friends too.
At first we sat on opposite ends of the couch, playing Battlefield and talking shit like we always did. He teased me about losing by default for being a woman. “In your dreams,” I shot back. I’m not sure either of us knows when exactly it happened, but next thing we knew our thighs were practically touching. I could feel the heat radiating off his leg.
I felt myself flush at the realization and bit my lip, hoping he didn’t notice. Why did he have to wear such tight shirts? It was like he wanted me to look. And I did. Every time. Jail had been good to him. Nothing else to do but exercise, I guess. I had missed him though.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his hand on my thigh. Blushing even more, I looked up and we locked eyes. “Hey,” his voice cracked, “I, uh, I’ve been wondering if…”
I didn’t let him finish. I leaned into him and kissed him tentatively. His other hand grabbed onto my hair at the base of my skull and held me close to him. As if it were second nature, I swung my leg over him to straddle his lap and I could feel his cock bulging against me. I could feel my lower lips open with want. Letting out a soft moan, I started grinding my hips against him.
I could feel the vibration of his lips against mine more than I could hear the sounds he was making. What I did know was that I didn’t want this to stop. His hand guided me downward, indicating what he wanted. I was more than happy to provide. Shifting myself onto the floor in front of him, I listened carefully for the car in the driveway. As I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, we made eye contact. We both knew that this was the point of no return. He pushed my head down slightly and that was it. We were in.
His cock was perfect. His glans rested just out of sight under his perfectly shaped foreskin. The cream color a stark contrast to the tan of his arms from working in the sun. I inhaled sharply and slipped my tongue across the bottom of his head. The groan he let out was beautiful in the most manly way. My hands rested on his hips and I kept going. I sucked nearly his entire length into my mouth and swirled my tongue around him. His hand on the back of my head gripped my hair even tighter, forcing his way to the back of my throat. I couldn’t help but gag slightly which seemed to make him hotter.
His breath got faster and faster. I could tell he was almost ready to cum. Then we heard it. The unmistakable sound of a car door. We both jumped to opposite ends of the couch and he immediately zipped his pants while I wiped my mouth and smoothed my hair down.
Within seconds, the door opened and my husband walked in just as we were loading into a new Battlefield game talking about beating each others stats from last round.
He shook his head. “You guys are way too into video games.”
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“Jail had been good to him.”
Great Battlefield…Who’s move?