I lie here, replaying the events that happened just a few hours ago. The clothes coming off, the heated kisses, the heavy breathing, the skin on skin. We didn’t intend on this tonight, but it was worth it.
We headed off to his house for pizza and video games. I always kicked his ass. He was always pissy about it, but moved on. We got inside and immediately started to devour the pizza. We joked for a bit, drank for a bit, but never touch the game system. Time got away from us. From me at least.
He’s my best friend. Has been since we were six years old. We did almost everything together. We went clothes shopping together, shared secrets with each other, we even shared our first kiss together. It wasn’t awkward or anything, we just decided to get it over with. And it was good.
While eating and drinking, we got to talking. We talked about the worst sex experiences we each had. I told him about the time my ex and I got a bit tipsy and he had sex with my inner thigh. My friend laughed at that. Needless to say, it was not a good night. He told me about this girl who vomited in the middle of it … on him. That earned a laugh from me.