"Mike! Miiiiiikkkkkeeeee! Mike!" Carrie dramatically nagged through the bathroom door, impatient.
"Jesus, Carrie, I'll be right out!" Mike laughed, enjoying Carrie's pretend need for Mike to always keep her entertained.
"Ugh, fine!" She replied, breaking character back to her normal self-confident and tom-boy self, "I'm about to open a bottle of wine then I have a fun idea for us! I mean if you're down." The last few words piqued Mike's interest, knowing it was probably something devious. And because it was Carrie, it surely was.
It was several weeks after Mike and Carrie finally broke the sexual tension, succumbing to their attraction for each other at Carrie's gym, which had been building since Carrie walked in on Mike masturbating. That first time, she erred on the side of helping him out after watching by riding him hard. Before all of that, they were only great friends and roommates, never aware of how compatible they truly were. At least, until Carrie watched mike stroke the best erection she'd ever seen. That was the first step as they slowly became aware of their feelings for each other. Playful flirting in the gym finally boiled over into the realization they were infatuated with each other, sexually and romantically. It seemed natural to both. Carrie and Mike slipped quickly into a relationship most outsiders would guess was years old, not only a few weeks.
While Mike was sexually shy, Carrie was assertive, confident, and knew what she liked. Sex wasn't a hidden or secretive topic for her and she was open with Mike about her kinks: rough sex, toys, porn, and more. She seemed to guide Mike through some sort of sexual liberation, giving him the confidence to act out his interests that he was uncomfortable sharing with past girlfriends. Carrie embraced each one and was eager to try everything with him, often already having experience with it, exciting Mike. Carrie loved the eroticism of guiding Mike through everything that got her off and continued to revel by how long and thick his cock was... and that he could routinely achieve multiple orgasms without pause, feeding into her near-obsession of making men cum.
As Mike left the bathroom, he heard the dull beat of a cork pulled from its bottle in the kitchen as Carrie poured two glasses of red wine. Mike approached, noting her short gym shorts, leaving almost nothing to the imagination, and her tight tee-shirt, clinging to her muscular shoulders and arms. As she turned, it was obvious she didn't bother with a bra, her nipples immediately attracting his attention. Mike's mind immediately flashed back to watching her tug on them as he finished over her, and the pure dream-like eroticism of the moment. His eyes snapped to hers as she turned her head, with her smirk telling him she knew exactly what he was looking at. She loved it when he checked her out, hoping that he felt it in his dick, the same way she felt a familiar heat between her legs.
"Okay, I have wine and a plan for tonight, dude," She smiled her devilish smile, taking a small step towards him with both glasses, overly full, in her hands, "Come with me."
"Oh, okay, I like the sound of this..." Mike seemed to purr back, knowing this tone of voice usually led to adventurous sex, "what do you have planned?"
"You'll see, babe, but I know you'll fucking love it," she said confidently, leading the way to the living room.
Mike immediately noticed the blanket spread on the couch, a couple of sex toys on the coffee table with a bottle of lube and her laptop plugged into the television. His heart skipped a beat; he loved watching women masturbate, especially if they were playing with themselves watching porn. Something about it, something he never figured out, was so sexy to him. He had the idea that he was going to watch Carrie get herself off to whatever videos she chose, and he was going to get to do the same to himself.
"Have you caught on yet?" Carrie asked as she set the glasses on the table, reaching for her laptop next to her.
"Yep, I have... and it's fucking hot... what are we going to watch?" he said as he sat down heavily next to her, already feeling his erection swell under his silkie running shorts, which already exposed a lot of his size.
"We are going to watch whatever gets me off the hardest, Mike! And you're watch it with me, and we are going to play with ourselves and choose more videos and last as long as we can. It'll be fun!" Her cheesy smile was contagious for Mike, her excitement and pride at her idea evident. He couldn't help but return a beaming smile himself, wondering how he got so lucky to meet someone as confident, charming, sexy, and perfect as her. He settled into the couch.
"Okay, first up" as she typed into the laptop, the screen mirrored in front of them across 65 inches, "is going to be a bit of a warmup, you know, to get us in the mood."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Mike chuckled as he rearranged his still-growing erection in his shorts, catching Carrie's glance and grin at his lap.
"Well, we'll go with this one, it's in my favorites, for obvious reasons." Carrie his play, eyes on the screen, but feeling Mike's on her body. "Watch!" she demanded, smiling, briefly glancing his way. Satisfied only when his attention was on the screen, her video of choice, she turned to watch.
On the screen, an obviously amateur video played; a couple, college-aged, were in a shower, kissing under the water. The camera was likely on a tripod, capturing their act, likely with the footage of one of them hitting record and running to the shower to start edited out. The couple on the screen were an attractive, normal looking couple, continuing out for about a minute. It felt genuine and loving. Mike stole a glance at Carrie, who smiled back, enjoying the experience. Both turned back to the screen as the woman slowly broke the kiss, finally revealing their bodies; the man sporting his impressively thick excitement proudly, which his partner quickly engulfed with her mouth passionately.
"This is getting good," Mike muttered, continuing to readjust his almost full erection, without taking his eyes off the screen.
