"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.
"It's all just so very boring Jason. I mean I never thought that life would be so boring as a stay at home wife and mother," she chuckled as she threw herself face down across the bed dramatically.
"Well, what did you expect?"
"I dunno. Nothing? Just more. More spontaneity. More excitement. More passion. I just didn't think I would be in my 30's and already be bored of life. Doing the same thing in and out every week, cleaning the same house, hanging out with the same friends, complaining about the same things. Every. Fucking. Week."
"I'm going to pretend you didn't just insinuate that I was part of your boredom," Jason quipped with a smile, his brain and body transitioning into a more congenial mood instead of that of a teenage boy who just found out what sex is.
"I mean you kind of ARE to blame. You're here aren't you? Just like every other week for who knows how many years now. You're here, we are cleaning, Adam is at work, and everything just continues" Katie huffed, now clearly well into the pouting stage.
"Fair enough. Harsh criticism, but apt. Well, what do you WANT to do?"
'I WANT you to fuck me with that cock of yours until I am nothing but a puddle on this bed.' The thought flashed through Katie's mind before she even had the chance to think anything else. She felt her leggings instantly soak through. She slammed her legs closed, pleasantly surprised at how good the sudden pressure felt on her clitoris. Determined to make her mind ignore those lewd thoughts, Katie quickly answered "I don't know man, I just want more."
The room was silent as Katie tried desperately not to think about Jason pushing her up against the wall, his hard, thick, monster cock stretching her pussy. Her poor neglected pussy that hadn't been touched by anyone in weeks... She unconsciously wiggled her hips against the mattress as her short, lusty day dream continued.
Jason stood transfixed as he watched Katie's ass wiggle on the bed. He longed to seize her legs and pull her towards him until her bottom half was bent over the bed, ripping her leggings from her hips and burying his face into her beautiful cunt from behind... His shorts could do nothing to hide his now throbbing erection. Absent-mindedly, his hand reached down and rubbed the head of his cock. 'Fuck man, what has gotten into me today? This is ridiculous' he chastised himself for a second time.
Now acutely aware of the pregnant silence in the air, both parties completely panicked and quickly moved to do another action, any other action to move their mind, and time itself, along. Katie started to turn over so that she could run to the restroom to collect her thoughts, and Jason scooped the entirety of the laundry pile, four full loads worth, into his arms and threw them at his long time friend (and very recent sexual obsession.)
Just as Katie turned to announce she had to use the restroom, the full force of the catapulted laundry hit her square in the face. Stunned and surprised, the sheer unexpectedness of Jason's assault caused her to laugh uproariously. "Oh you are dead mother fucker" she announced from beneath layers of flannels, old band t-shirts, leggings, and approximately one million baby socks.
Katie launched herself blindly forward, crashing into Jason. He tried to defend himself but was quickly tangled in limbs and freshly laundered undergarments. Tumbling to the floor, Katie felt something twist in her back and cried out, collapsing onto Jason's chest. "Owowowow," she winced, "fuck."
