"We shouldn't," she says quietly like they're not the only ones in the house. They are. But Jake, her younger brother's best friend, is in between her legs with his dick out. With only a short skirt and some flimsy panties in his way.
"Why? It felt so good last time," he says at a normal level. He's stroking himself to full hardness and she can't seem to pull her eyes away.
"For you," she manages to snap even though she's beginning to feel breathless.
"That's just because you were a virgin," he dismisses and shuffles forward. She forgot how intimidating his dick was. It's standing up proudly now and he uses his free hands to push her thighs further apart. She grabs his wrists to stop him. He meets her gaze for the first time since they "fell" into her bed. She looks up at him, unsure despite the ache she feels. "And you said it felt good towards the end," he reminds her. She bites her lip. It had felt good. Really good. She still thinks about it regularly. What could have happened if they weren't interrupted. If he could of stayed inside her instead of quickly jerking himself off above her to hide his boner. Her yearning for it scares her a little. She's meant to be a good girl.
Last time had sort of just happened. They hadn't been planning it. One minute they had been hanging out, maybe a bit too close, and the next he was kissing her. Not too long after he was slipping his dick inside her and the feeling of his fingers on her clit had drowned out any reason of why that would be a bad idea. Like how he's freshly eighteen and her brothers best friend. Like how she was a virgin and there wasn't a condom in sight.
"I don't know...You're still my brothers best friend and you're not wearing a condom," she says even as her hands relax their grip. His thumbs are rubbing circles into her inner thighs and that cocky grin of his is so hot.
"So? It's not that big of a deal. It happens all the time," he says, fingers slowly pushing up the hem of her skirt. She's too distracted to stop him.
"How do you know?" She frowns. He shrugs, gaze intent on the panties his fingers are slowly hooking around.
"It's common in porn," he says and she gasps and slaps his arm.
"Jake!" She hisses and looks around like someone could have heard.
"Chill," he laughs and grabs the offending hand, "it's different for guys, remember?"
"I guess," she mumbles and looks away. She's not sure why she's suddenly embarrassed and insecure. Jake had sought her out, both times. So, it doesn't matter that she doesn't look like most porn girls. Or that she had slowed him down so many times.
"Hey," he squeezes her hand, "It's alright. Men just have needs, you know?" He slowly brings her hand down to wrap around his dick, "They can get really strong and things get bad when we don't get them fulfilled,"
Sophie swallowed and slowly moved her hand up and down. She hadn't gotten more than a quick feel last time and she's almost fascinated with the way her hand looks.
"That's why porn is good for men," he finishes.
