Fergus took notice of the gravel crunching under his feet, the cold breeze on his skin and the dryness of his mouth. He'd never been nervous to speak to his friend before. He was very aware that this could be the most important conversation they'd ever had. As he extended his index finger in the direction of the doorbell...
"Hello, stranger!" Alistair quipped as he approached from behind.
"Had to pick up a couple of things. Everything alright, mate?" Alistair added playfully.
Fergus couldn't match his energy, he wasn't able to avoid the elephant in the room. Alistair knew what the issue was but decided to continue the charade.
"Let's go inside, it's chilly out here." and with that, Alistair lead the way. A million thoughts were racing inside Fergus' mind. How should he approach this?
After being invited to sit, Fergus took notice of his leg bouncing uncontrollably. His palms were sweaty and his throat was parched. Was this a good idea? He could forget the whole thing and crack open a beer with his buddy.
"Hey, man! Catch!" Alistair launched a bag of extra hot chips towards Fergus. Unable to think and/or control his limbs, the bag flew beyond him, landing on the back of the sofa. Fergus reached back and looked at the packet.
"Do you remember that time we bought chips with varying levels of heat, seeing how far we could get before tapping out?" Fergus knew exactly what his friend was referring to but was trying not to get manipulated into brushing the kiss under the carpet. He clenched his hands around the bag and rose to his feet.
"You feeling okay? You don't look great?" Alistair asked, seemingly genuinely worried.
"Why did you do it?" It was out there.
"Come on, we've been through this, Fergus." Alistair was desperate to get off this topic.
"Pleasing the room is not a good enough reason to kiss my girlfriend, Alistair! We're mates, mates don't do shit like that! In front of an audience no less!" Fergus' confidence grew as he waited for a response. The air lingered in stillness, who would utter the next word?
"I fucked up..." Alistair admitted.
"Yeah, you did." Fergus didn't wait for an elaboration. He pushed past Alistair, leaving him to dwindle in the silence.
Later that afternoon, Eve was surprised to learn that Fergus had visited the gym. He used to go quite often but he had let himself go a little during the second year of university. Inspired by her boyfriend, Eve searched through her wardrobe for sportswear, found her preferred home workout routine on YouTube and paused it while she made herself a shake.
The scent of chopped fruit filled the air as Eve's concoction was ready to be blended. With one hand placed above, Eve was about to start the machine, when she heard a knock at the door. Wiping her hand with a kitchen towel as she walked, she opened the door to find Alistair standing there looking apologetic.
"Can I come in?" Alistair muttered. After a momentary ponder, Eve stood to one side, gesturing her permission. Alistair walked past, his cologne following behind. Eve breathed it in, it was intoxicating. Damn, he smells incredible.
"So, what do you want?" Eve barked, arms folded.
"I need to fix this." Alistair's desperation came through. Eve huffed, not knowing what to say.
"I feel lousy! I'm going to lose my friend..."
"Good! Who kisses their friend's girl in front of an audience?" Eve immediately recognised the irrelevance of the audience part of that statement. Alistair looked dejected.
"And what about me?" Eve delved deeper. Alistair raised an eyebrow as if he hadn't considered Eve's feelings.
"Of course... I'm sorry." Alistair offered.
"Sorry for what?! Kissing me, grinding on me?! Touching yourself in front of me?!" Fuck... Why did she say that?
"Touching myself?!" Alistair exclaimed, genuinely confused. Eve knew the cat was out of the bag.
"The night... After you... You touched me. I needed a drink so I went downstairs..." Eve disclosed. Alistair had been slapped across the face.
"I... I didn't know you saw that..." He had nothing.
"I didn't!" She lied.
"I saw a flickering light and once I realised you were being a disgusting pervert, I ran back to bed!" She lied again.
"That wasn't right. I shouldn't have done it. I was very drunk..." Alistair knew that was a pathetic excuse.
"You were drunk? That's it? That's all you can say?" Eve was relentless. All her pent-up feelings towards Alistair were being liberated.
"No. Umm, I'm an addict... or at least, I think I am." Alistair didn't know if this was true. He was reaching for an out.
"A what?" Eve sounded intrigued. It worked.
"Onlyfans. I subscribe to a few accounts. They help me to relieve... myself. When I'm stressed or just in the mood, you know?" Eve's grilling had turned into a therapy session.
"I always wondered who actually pays for Onlyfans... I guess I know now..." Eve raised an eyebrow of judgmental intrigue.
"It's perfectly safe and above board. Lots of women earn a decent income." Alistair felt as though he had someone to chat with, like a horny book club.
"If you've got it, flaunt it, I guess." Eve giggled shamefully. She was being swayed by the discussion.
"Exactly! Good on them, I say. By all accounts, it's safer than them entering the porn industry." Alistair speculated.
"How so?" Eve was amazed by her curiosity.
"They're their own boss, everything is on their terms. Content, marketing, finance, rules. They have complete control." The silver tongue devil delivered.
...
"So... how much money do these girls make?" Eve couldn't understand why she asked that.
"Those in the upper echelon of the industry are millionaires." Eve's jaw dropped.
"I mean, quite a lot of women have to post some videos for free, just to get their name out there but once they pick up momentum, that train doesn't stop." Eve closed her mouth, clearing her throat.
They stared at one another, not knowing where to take the conversation, when Fergus walked through the door. Fergus was finding it hard to look at his friend.
"I just came to see if I could make amends. I'll go." Alistair nodded awkwardly, holding his hands up. Eve glanced at Fergus, who knew what she thinking. He wasn't sure about what he was about to ask.
"Wait." Alistair stopped in his tracks.
"Stay." Fergus exhaled
"There's a bottle of red and steak in the fridge."
"That sounds good." Alistair smiled with genuine appreciation.
Fergus attempted a smile as Eve gently rubbed his shoulder. Fergus took his jacket off and walked into the hallway. Eve and Alistair shared a look. Things were going to be okay after all.
TWO HOURS LATER
"That was delicious! Thank you, both." Alistair wasn't used to eating steak at home. He was more of a two-minutes-in-the-microwave kind of guy.
Eve stood and started to collect the empty dishes.
"Not a problem." Fergus replied warmly.
As Eve started to load the dishwasher, Alistair peered over Fergus' shoulder. He was genuinely happy that they had all patched things up... But... he watched her. Her curves, her hair, her face. His cock twitched as he reached for his glass of wine.
"Well, next time I'm the host. I can't promise it'll be to this standard..." Alistair's charm filled the air, it was comforting. Eve returned to the table with a new bottle of red.
"Top up?" Eve gestured to them both.
Fergus grinned but Alistair interjected.
"Actually, this was lovely but I think I'm going to head home." Alistair felt this was the sensible decision.
Fergus and Eve waved him off before walking back into the house.
"That was pleasant." Fergus said. Eve knew Alistair had won him over.
"Fergie-baby, I think the wine has gone to my head, I'm going to head up early." It had been a long day.
"Oh, okay. I can come up if you want?" Fergus was still unsure if Eve was okay with the situation between the three of them.
"No, it's okay, you can catch up on that TV show you binge." Fergus smiled. She was so caring. He kissed her goodnight and she made her way upstairs.
Sat on the toilet, Eve's mind began to wander. She considered the usual topics: celeb gossip, life, death and taxes... then she thought a thought that she really shouldn't have. Onlyfans. Surely it's not that easy to make seven figures? She googled it. The results seem to vary, some success stories, some tales of misery. I guess it's like playing the lottery but without wearing clothes, she concluded.
With that, Eve continued her bedtime routine. Before getting into bed, Eve looked at herself in the mirror. She saw a tired, makeup-free, young woman, with her hair tied in a bun. Her default attire was an oversized top and a thong. They weren't the most comfortable choice but they were what she wore during the day, and she'd never sleep bottomless! She was comfortable in her own skin, she just had nightwear that she was accustomed to wearing and that was that.
But why? She asked herself. Then came one of the most important decisions in Eve's life; she gripped the hem of her top and in one motion, lifted it over her head and onto the floor. Looking at herself in the mirror, Eve bit her bottom lip and kicked the top away. She saw how far away it landed and that she was now standing in nothing but her thong and began to chuckle. I'm hot, she thought. She let her hair down, flicking her head to give it volume. Continuing to study herself, Eve bit her finger, tilting her head. There was only one thing left. Liberated by how comfortable she was, she peeled her thong slowly, keeping her legs as straight as possible, only bending at the waist. She caught a glimpse of her reflection performing this act and her warm pussy cried out for attention... and she knew just the man.
Can we meet up? I need you. Eve x
The thought of Alistair receiving that text sent Eve into overdrive! She headed downstairs.
"Fergie-baby, can you help me with something?" Eve's husky voice whispered from behind the sofa.
"Of course, what do you..." Fergus turned around to the sight of his girlfriend completely naked, twirling her flowing hair. Lowering her hand, she smiled naughtily.
"I need to get fucked real bad..." Eve pouted.
Gobsmacked, Fergus remained seated. Eve made her way around the sofa, slowly dropping to her knees. Enjoying every moment, she began to crawl towards her man. On arrival, she reached out, cupping Fergus' growing erection.
"Well, are you going to just sit there?" The temptress asked seductively.
Fergus shot up to his feet, unbuckling his belt like his life depended on it.
"Oh my god, babe..." It was Christmas all over again
No sooner was his cock out, Eve had buried it in her mouth. He was working with a modest five-and-a-half inches and had a reasonable girth in his favour, but nonetheless, he was no challenge for Eve. Her tongue whipped around inside her mouth, alternating between teasing his shaft and tip. Eve had never felt Fergus so hard, she released him, knowing he was close.
"You're incredible!" Fergus couldn't recall the last time his girlfriend was this fired up.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" Eve nodded, hypnotizing her man.
"Fuck, yes!" He urged, as his girl rose to her feet. He sat up assuming she was going to straddle him but Eve placed her finger under his chin and slowly encouraged him to stand. Both on their feet, Eve lowered her hand to grasp Fergus' cock, pecking him on his nose. Then she lowered herself onto the sofa on all fours.
"You like this ass, Fergie-Baby?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me..."
"I love your ass!"
"Fuck me, baby" Eve demanded.
