"So, how are things on the home front this week," Jason called over his shoulder as stood at Katie's sink. He smiled to himself as he heard Katie's footsteps approaching from the opposite room.
"I bet you can gueeesssss," Katie chirped in sing-song as she bounced through the kitchen with the laundry basket held to her shapely hip.
"That bad, eh?"
Best friends since childhood, Katie and Jason had a long standing tradition of meeting up once a week to work on household chores, house projects, and to generally bitch about life, the meaning of the universe, and everything in between.
"You know those dishes you are doing?" Katie's voice rose a timbre as Jason's snarky comment had reminded her of just how she was with her husband, Adam. "I have practically been begging Adam to do them since Monday! That's three days of him ignoring me!"
Jason sucked air through his teeth in grimace as he leaned into the sink and picked up the last dirty plate from the dishwater. "Yiiiikes. At least it wasn't four days?" A playful smile spread across his face.
Katie's head popped around the corner, her curly, auburn hair falling gracefully over one shoulder, "if you had come tomorrow it would have been" she offered with her most insincere smile and an overly exaggerated eye roll. Katie then placed two fingers together in what everyone can easily identify as a "finger gun", put the barrel to her temple, and proceeded to blast her brains all over the wall.
Katie's pantomimed over-dramatics proved too much for Jason at the moment and a great laugh tumbled from his mouth and rocked him on his heels. Momentarily unbalanced, flailed his arms and caught the edge of the sink in such a way that resulted in the entire front of his shirt and shorts being saturated from the soapy sink water. "Ah, hell!"
Katie, reanimated from the dead, looked up and laughed, "I know I'm hot and all but could you please try and control yourself?" All jokes aside, she couldn't stop herself from noticing a very clear outline of Jason's genitalia, accentuated by the wet fabric of his gym shorts. She also couldn't stop the way her heart skipped a beat upon seeing this scandalous silhouette.
"Oh please..." Jason replied flippantly and flicked his wet fingers water towards the doorway sending droplets across the room to where Katie leaned in the doorway. Katie screeched, and turned to race back into the bedroom to avoid being splashed, the bottom of her crop-top momentarily being snagged on an errant splinter of the doorway.
Katie laughed to herself as she slowed from her escape and let her thighs rest against the bed. She reached down and inspected her shirt to see if any rips had occurred. Ensuring her garment was free of tears, she shook her head in surprise at her own reactions to seeing Jason in that way, the way the outline of his cock ran down his thigh. 'I mean his penis. Jason does not have a cock. Jason is my best friend and best friends have penis', definitely not cocks,' she corrected herself. 'Just how big was he?', she wondered. She put one hand across her forehead and thought to herself 'girl, you have got to get a grip. Stop thinking those ridiculous thoughts right now.' As she stood there convincing herself not to think about Jason's cock (penis!), her free hand rested on her exposed belly and rubbed at the hem of her leggings.
At the same moment Katie was willing herself not to think about what Jason might look like naked, standing in front of her kneeling form, Jason was chuckling to himself and finishing up the dirty dishes. He grabbed a towel to dry his hands and blot the majority of the moisture from his crotch. He was a little surprised to find his dick at the very early stages of a full blown erection. "Well, when did that happen?" he said to himself. He quickly went over the events that had just transpired and determined it must have been caused by Katie retreating to the bedroom. Specifically the way her ass bounced in her leggings, or maybe it was just the faintest flash of abdomen and underboob he had seen her top had snagged on the door frame. He wondered what she would look like kneeling, naked before him, her hand reaching out to wrap around his...
'All right pal, that's about enough of that' he chastised himself. He took a moment to gather himself, to loosen the tightening in his abdomen and exhale deeply. His erection already beginning to fade.
It had always been this way for them. Through their fifteen years of friendship. Always present was an undercurrent of sexual attraction, an ephemeral pining that they had never capitalized on (unless you count that ONE drunken kiss that both swear was a mistake and had agreed to never speak of again.)
His task finally finished, and in full control of his body once again, Jason confidently walked to the bedroom to help Katie on the next task, folding the mountain of laundry.
As he entered the bedroom, Jason was stuck in place by what he saw. Katie was bent over, gathering the next garment to fold, and Jason could not help but stare at the two perfect, round globes of black spandex stretched to its very limit before him. He could not stop himself as he licked his lips in lust as he stared at the way Katie's labial folds were highlighted by the skin tight spandex. The sudden desire to bury his face between her shapely legs was almost uncontrollable. He inhaled sharply, and all of the sexual tension roared back thought his entire body, mostly coalescing in his quickly hardening cock (penis Jason!, do not start thinking about your "cock!"'
Katie noticed Jason's mis-step and looked back over her shoulder as Jason quickly scooped a towel from the pile to fold. Unfortunately, Jason was not quite fast enough and Katie saw his large bulge straining at the seams of his grey shorts, the water that had previously soaked him now highlighting his thickening member.
At the sight of her best friend's quasi-erect penis ('cock?'), Katie noticed a physical reaction happening to herself as well. Her heartbeat doubled and she felt her blood rush to her face, and it sure felt like the temperature of the room increased by at least 50 degrees. She was instantly aware of the way her old t-shirt crop top just barely grazed over her now erect nipples and she definitely felt her pussy flood.
"Sploosh," she said under her breath. Her eyes widened in disbelief that she had just said that outloud.
Jason had turned around to fold the towel, expertly tucking his cock into his waistband. Anybody who has ever been a 13 year old boy knows that's the oldest trick in the Hide Your Boner Playbook.
Katie recovered first and asked "You ok there Jason?" as she flashed a wink at Jason when their eyes met.
"Uhh yep, yep. Yeah, sure, yeah" Jason stumbled as he resumed folding the towel, "just got a little wet there in the kitchen."
'You and me both', Katie thought to herself with a laugh ' What is going on? What am I, some sort of teenage nymphomaniac?'
Deciding to change the subject quickly before any more intrusive thoughts could begin, Katie offered an update on her situation. "Things are fine. I mean they are always fine with Adam. He's fine, I'm fine, the kids are fine, my work is fine. Blah blahblahblahblah. Everything is fine. As always. Perfect little suburban life," she huffed and slumped against the bed to grab the next garment to fold.
At this Jason raised his eyebrow and looked incredulously towards his best friend. "Oh yeah, I totally believe you about that," he drawled sarcastically.
