Just My Luck

Mmm, sounds pretty wild out there still.

You weren’t kidding. Dublin goes hard for St. Patrick’s Day.

God, I’m so glad I convinced you to come back to your place to rest for a little bit.

I don’t know how you do it. Start off the day with an Irish coffee… pints of Guinness with lunch… and you’ve been talking about going to a whisky bar after dinner all day.

I think you’re showing off for me a little bit.

I don’t blame you. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.

College feels like it was so long ago, but… I guess it wasn’t.

I’ve been saying forever I’m going to come visit you in Dublin. Only took six years for me to actually make it happen.

Damn, I’m really feeling that jetlag now. I know it’s almost evening, but it feels like it’s the middle of the night.

I need a reset or something. Flying for more than a few hours always makes me so tense.

Mm, I wonder if…

Oh, yes. Thank god. I always say I’m going to pack this travel vibrator and always forget. Not this time.

I haven’t heard anything from your bedroom, so… I’m assuming you’re still asleep.

This isn’t weird, is it? Masturbating on your couch…

Well, I guess it’s fine as long as you don’t catch me doing it.

Whatever, I’ll be quick. And this thing is super quiet.

Oh, fuck…

Oh, that feels good…

“Oh, shit…”

I slip my hand up my shirt and drag my fingertips over my nipple. My bra is on the floor somewhere… wherever I tossed it when I laid down earlier.

Shit, my nipples are sensitive today. Oh, what if I… put the vibrator on them?

“Fuck…”

I drag the tip of the vibrator slowly down my chest… over my abdomen… down between my legs again.

This was supposed to be quick and dirty, but… damn… I can’t help myself.

“Oh… um…”

“Oh—oh my god!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ll just… turn around, give you a couple of moments.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I… can’t believe you just walked in on me playing with myself.

My cheeks burn a little as I grab the blanket on the other end of the couch and pull it over my lap. I don’t know why I’m even trying to cover myself up. The damage has already been done.

“Hi. Sorry. That was… not something you were supposed to see.”

“Looks like you were having fun…”

“Mmmhmm. Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Everybody does it. And… it was… pretty hot.”

A rush of heat suddenly travels down my body. For the first time since you walked in, I look up into your eyes.

Your jaw is set and you’re looking down at me with a look I’ve never seen before. Like you’re thinking very hard about something. Like you’re craving something you can’t have.

I’m still really turned on and my brain is running wild. I imagine for half a second you watching me while I touch myself. Maybe you were watching me.

Fuck, that would be hot.

I mean, we’ve always just been friends. But… I’ve considered it before. Admired your body on more than one occasion.

“Um…”

“You can, uh, keep going. If you want to. Though, I’m happy to give you some privacy…”

I’m not entirely sure what’s happening right now. The way you’re talking… I feel like there’s a question in the air. Like we’re both feeling each other out.

Maybe it’s because I’m already so turned on, but… I can’t stop thinking about you watching me.

“You should stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I… Um, I want you to stay. And… watch me.”

You move slowly from the hall to the couch and sit down on the opposite end. All of your typical playfulness and humor is gone from your face. In its place is an attentive gaze, watching me, waiting for my next move.

“You always travel with a vibrator?”

“A girl’s got needs.”

I won’t lie, it’s a little odd showing you this side of myself. But clearly, that means I feel… something for you. Something more than just a deep friendship.

“What if I… tell you… how to touch yourself? Would you like that?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And… do you mind if I… touch myself, too?”

“Be my guest.”

“Okay. Um… pull the blanket down.”

I settle back against the arm of the couch and slowly pull the blanket down. I pull my pants back down my hips and let them hover around my knees.

I’m just wearing my shirt and my underwear now. You’ve seen me in a bathing suit before, which is basically the same thing. But… yeah, this feels different. Good different.

“Just, uh, keep doing what you were doing. But use your fingers.”

I leave the vibrator at my side and slowly dip my hand beneath my underwear.

Oh, I’m wet. Really wet.

“Don’t touch your clit… Just… stroke yourself.”

“Yeah… yeah, just like that…”

I tilt my chin up towards the ceiling and shut my eyes. I move my fingers slowly through my folds… avoiding my clit like you told me to.

There’s something about being told what to do that really turns me on. It’s not like I’m giving you total control, but… I’m letting you lead.

“Yeah, just glide your fingers over yourself. Yeah… not too much…”

“Is this turning you on?”

“Yeah… yeah, it definitely is. How wet are you?”

“Mmm… very.”

“Show me. Let me see your fingers.”

I slowly pull my hand out of my underwear and hold it up for you to see. My fingers glisten in the light.

“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you? I think you should taste yourself.”

“Mm, bold.”

“Hey, you said I could tell you what to do.”

“Mm, fuck. How does it taste?”

“Good. Tangy.”

“You can use the vibrator now. But just the lowest setting.”

I’ve been avoiding looking you in the eye, but… now I can’t help myself. It’s intense, meeting your gaze.

I can feel something between us. Maybe it’s brand new. Maybe it’s been there all along.

“Yeah, there you go. You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, I like that. Fuck, I really like that…”

“Fuck… yeah, grind up on it. There you go. Yeah, get yourself off. Fuck yourself, just like that… ”

You reach into your boxers and pull out your dick. I kind of can’t help but stare. It’s… big. Thick.

And… I wonder what it would feel like. Inside me.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t be shy. Moan for me. Oh, fuck…”

“Oh, fuck… yeah, yeah…”

“That good, huh? You fuck yourself so good, don’t you? Put it on your clit. Play with your clit for me.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, yeah, look at you. Are you… are you getting wet for me?”

“Mmm, yeah… yeah, it’s for you.”

I hardly know what I’m saying. My clit is throbbing up against the vibrator and I can’t stop looking at your dick.

“What? Oh, you want my cock? This is about you getting off…”

“Yeah, I want it. I fucking want it.”

“Yeah? You can touch it a little. Just a little.”

I lean forward and wrap my palm around your shaft. Your cock is throbbing and rock hard.

I trace my thumb along the head and hold the vibrator in place with my free hand.

“Make it faster. The vibrator. Yeah, yeah… Move it down. Away from your clit.”

“F-fuck… Oh, my god.”

“I don’t want you to cum yet.”

“I can tell. I… fuck… can you play with my nipples?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s what you want? You sure?”

I’m literally holding my best friend’s dick in my hands. I think we’ve crossed a boundary that we can’t undo.

And, honestly, it feels more and more like this is something I’ve always wanted.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. Here, play with my nipples.”

“Oh, fuck, yes… oh, yes, right there… ”

“Hey, hey. I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I need… fuck, I need more.”

“Come here. Get on me, ride me.”

I hold your cock steady in my hand. I hover above it for a moment before slowly… lowering… down.

“Oh, shit… oh, oh, right there. Yeah, that’s it. Yeah, that’s right, use me. Use me to get off…”

“Keep telling me what to do.”

“Look at me. Look me in the eye. There you go. Put your hands on my chest. Ride me, hard.”

You fuck me back, rolling your hips into mine as you squeeze my waist.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Don’t stop, don’t stop. Put your fingers on your clit.”

“Yeah, look at you, rub your clit. I want to feel you cum. Yeah, I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

“Yeah? Want me to cum on you? You feel me clenching around you?”

“Oh, I’m gonna thrust in you while you’re cumming. I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop. Fuck—”

I look down at you, horizontal on the couch, your chest heaving. Why have we never done this before?

Why did it take so long for me to realize that I was attracted to you?

Kind of wild that we’ve fucked, but we’ve never kissed before…

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for helping me unwind a little. We… may have some things we need to talk about later.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Get dressed. I think it’s time for another pint.”