Daniel released my legs but kept his hard-on pressed against me and settled nicely between my legs. He stayed stern, staring at me, anticipating what I might say in reply to his thought that I wanted this. His eyes, though intense, were sincere and I couldn’t help but blush when remembering all things he’d already done, they ways he’d touched me… and my vulgar reaction to it all. I looked away in embarassment, once again trying to cover myself a bit. I tried to scoot away but was stopped soon by the headboard.
“So you still won’t admit how you’re feeling?” He asked in obvious annoyance, leaning back down toward me, “Even with how undeniably turned on you’ve been? Even after all the noises you’ve made and the way you said my name earlier? Come on Max, after all these years, are you trying to tell me you haven’t thought of this even once?”
I had. Of course I had. Daniel’s always been there for me, always been so attractive, how could I not? I wouldn’t dare though. He’s always been my best friend. How could I risk losing him over something like that? I didn’t want to ruin it. And… I don’t think I can let him ruin it any further now.