“Exactly,” she breathes as she shifts closer to me.
“Just like I would have to do this, if it required it.” I reach my fingers to her stomach again.
“Do what?” she asks.
Her mouth is a wide O as I slip my fingers into her panties and down between her legs. She spreads her legs slightly, and I rub her clit for a few seconds, the wetness between her legs telling me how turned on she is. I shift next to her and allow my fingers to slide down her slit before gently rubbing her again. Her thighs clench my fingers for a few seconds before she moans.
“I don’t think you’ll have to prove that, Luke.”
“Maybe not,” I croak out as I pull my fingers from out of her panties. “But you never know.”
“I mean, do you think I’ll have to prove this?”
She slips her fingers down the front of my briefs and strokes my cock. I grow against her touch, and her eyes widen as I twitch against her.
“Probably not.” I grunt and I try not to feel too despondent as she pulls her fingers out. “It’s likely I won’t have to do this either,” I say as I roll over on top of her and kiss her hard.
She reaches up and strokes my back, and I gyrate against her, simulating sex as she spreads her legs. My cock strains against my briefs as I grind against her panties. She kisses me back and wraps her legs around my waist. I reach down and pull my cock out and slide her panties to the side. I reach down and rub the head of my cock against her slit and clit. She’s moaning loudly now, her chest heaving as shewhimpers. She’s so wet. I want to slide inside of her. One thrust, and then I’ll be inside of her.
“Test is over, Luke,” she moans against my lips. “I think we’ve proven that we can both act if we need to.”
“Yes, of course.” I pull my cock back and readjust her panties, giving her clit a few strokes as I move back to my side of the bed. I lie back and look up at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with my stiff cock.
“We’re both tired, and we drank a lot last night,” she whispers.
I nod. “You’re right. We’re not in our right minds.”
“Are you still horny?” she whispers a couple of minutes later, and I laugh loudly.
“What do you think, Mi-Mi?” I roll over and gaze at her and watch as she rolls over onto her side. My cock flops against the front of me, and I quickly tuck it back inside my briefs, so it doesn’t get any ideas. “I’m hard as hell.”
“I’m pretty wet.” She makes a face at me. “We totally can’t cross that line though. Friends don’t fuck.”
“Friends with benefits do.”
“Best friends do not become friends with benefits.” She touches the side of my face. “It would ruin our friendship.” We’re talking about this lightly, like it’s not unusual for us to be in this situation. Like I am used to almost fucking her. Like it’s normal for two people to practice fake dating by almost fucking.
You’ve dreamt about this though, Luke.
Shut up.
“But talking about my hard cock and your wet pussy won’t?”
“Luke!” She presses her finger to my lips. “You can’t say that.” She is so red that she could camouflage in next to a firetruck, but I don’t say anything. I want to reach over and thrust two of my fingers inside of her. I want to get her off. I want her begging me to fill her with my cock. I want her screaming for me to take her.
From the front. From the back. From behind.
Now, is not the time, Luke.
I let out a long sigh. “We’re just going to pretend that?—”
“We should go to sleep,” she says softly and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “I bet you in the morning, we’ll wake up and think this was all a dream.” I can’t believe she’s trying to gaslight us both but I understand why. We’d gone from zero to a million miles per hour and she was likely confused.
“I think not,” I mutter under my breath. “In my dream, we wouldn’t have stopped.”
I stare into her eyes, and she smiles softly at me. Her eyes flutter closed, and I don’t know if she’s really falling asleep or just pretending, but I know that it’s for the best. It is all for the best. I’m glad she stopped me. She was right. If we’d fucked, we would have crossed a line neither one of us wanted to cross. She is too important to me to become a fuck buddy. Though the hardness in my briefs wants to disagree.
I can still feel her wetness on my fingers. I bring them to my mouth and suck her juices off. The taste of her sweet pussy is intoxicating, and I know I need to forget what just happened. I need to forget and not let it happen again. The last thing we need is to make this situation even more complicated.
