Joel stood in the shower letting the hot water cascade over him. He was standing towards the rear of the tub facing the shaving mirror that was affixed to the wall.
It may have been Saturday, and he had no place special to go and no one to impress, but he hadn't shaved in nearly a week and his face was starting to itch. He had just lathered up when he heard a loud knock at the bathroom door and a somewhat sleepy voice say, "Hey, Joel, you mind if I come in? I really need to pee."
"Sure, Becks," he replied. "Come on in."
Becky had been his best friend and confidant since high school and all through college, so when she showed up at his front door at one o'clock that morning needing a place to crash, how could he say no?
Becky and her roommate Claire were on one of Claire's infamous "Manhunts." Claire found a guy to take home and fuck while Becky didn't. Apparently, Claire's conquest knew what he was doing because the near screams of her roommate made Becky abandon ship and look for a place she could actually sleep.
"I'm gonna flush," she said.
"Don't worry, it won't effect the hot water."
"You mind if I brush my teeth since I'm in here?"
"Knock yourself out."
Becky saw where Joel was standing, and the movements of his arm. "Scraping your face, huh?" She much preferred how he looked when he wasn't stubble laden. At the same time, Becky quietly cursed the fact that the towels hanging from a crossbar on the shower door were blocking her view of his ass.
In high school she thought he was cute, but when he started to fill out in college, "cute" gave way to "fucking hot." He was the focus of many of her masturbatory fantasies over the last few years, but they were both reluctant to screw up nine years of friendship for, what would undoubtedly be, the fuck of a lifetime.
Becky kept looking at the reflection of her best friend in the bathroom mirror as she brushed her teeth. "Go on," a voice in her head kept saying to her. "Take a peak. He'll let you. He probably knows you're watching him right now and has a raging hard on because of it."
These thoughts were making her so wet and horny that she couldn't stand it. Finally, the funk and the taste of morning breath gone from her mouth, she zipped up her travel bag, thanked Joel again for letting her crash with him, and left the bathroom.
Joel had actually been done shaving for a while, but didn't want to move lest Becky see how hard he was. He had let her sleep in his bed the previous night, so he took the couch. What he wanted to do was share the bed with her and show her a better time than the guy Claire brought home was showing her.
Joel knew Becky liked him; hell, he felt the same way about her. But he had the same fears about messing things up as she did. After the door closed, Joel turned off the water and focused his attention to drying off, and hopefully calming down.
Becky decided to focus on another need of hers. Breakfast. The coffee was already brewing, so she just needed something to eat now. She had thought about going back into Joel's bedroom and getting herself off, but she decided against it. She didn't have her favorite vibrator with her, and if Joel walked in on her she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself. No, it was best to focus on food.
Unfortunately, Joel hadn't gone grocery shopping yet, so there wasn't much. She was reaching into a high cupboard in the kitchen when she heard a sharp intake of breath behind her. That's when she remembered what she was wearing. She had a loose fitting grey tank top on, and the panties she had worn the night before.
Since she was on a "Manhunt," she wore one of the few thongs she owned; in this case it was a sexy leopard print. When she raised her arms, she exposed her ass to Joel, who was standing right behind her. She quickly covered her ass with her hands and spun around.
Joel was wearing a pair of black sweats, and his hair was still damp from the shower. Becky's eyes went from his brown hair, to his green eyes, down to his lightly haired chest and the line if hair that went down his belly and into his pants. He wasn't built like a body builder, but to her, he was perfect. Then she saw the tent forming at his crotch, and it made her wet again. He was temptation personified right now, so she decided to just face away from him.
Joel, on the other hand, had decided that all this tip toeing around the issue was really stupid. He wanted her, she wanted him, and he knew that they both liked each other as more than just friends. This was the perfect time to show her.
Besides, he thought that Becky was the most beautiful thing on two legs; her spiky purple hair, her brown eyes, and her tight ass that he had just seen for the first time were almost intoxicating to behold. He wanted to see more; he wanted to see it all. Throwing caution to the wind, Joel came up right behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.
Becky could feel his cock pressing up against her ass. "Joel, we shouldn't," she said.
Joel responded by gently biting her earlobe and kissing her neck. "Why not? We both want this. Besides, you know I'm crazy about you, and I know you feel the same way about me."
"You're my best friend. We could fuck everything up."
"All I want to fuck right now it you, Becks." Joel slipped a hand under her shirt and went right for one of her C cup tits, and Becky had no intention of asking him to stop; his hands felt so good on her skin. "I didn't know you had your nipples pierced," he said when he felt the barbell going through the raised tip at the end of her breast.
"I don't tell you everything," she moaned. Becky realized she was being stupid and gave in. She reached behind her and pulled at Joel's sweats, trying to get them off of him, Joel, meanwhile, slid his other hand into her thong and found her clit through the hair of her pussy lips. "Fuck yes!" She leaned forward and grabbed the counter, trying to support herself, while at the same time still trying to get Joel's pants off. When she finally got them at least to his knees, she was pleased to discover that he had nothing on underneath.
"Going commando, huh?" she asked as she finally grabbed his hard cock and started stroking it.
"I decided to leave my boxers in the bathroom." Her hand felt so good on his dick. "Easier access, you know?"
"I like easy access." Becky turned her head and attacked Joel's mouth with hers. There was no tentative brushing of lips, no awkward first kiss, just a hungry coupling of open mouths and dueling tongues. Becky broke that kiss when she felt her orgasm getting closer. " Oh yeah, baby!" she moaned. Joel rubbed her clit harder, and she in turn squeezed his dick with the same amount of force. Finally she reached her crescendo and exploded with a fury, shaking like she was in an earthquake and had her struggling to stay on her feet.
Joel gently eased her to the floor while she came, making sure to keep his hand on her pussy.
"Jesus, Joel," she said when those surges finally subsided. "That was just your fingers." She turned around and tackled Joel to the floor, peeling her tank top off while mauling his mouth with her own.
