It started like any other Friday night. Matt, my best friend, and I were sprawled out on the couch in my apartment, a bowl of popcorn between us and some forgettable rom-com playing on the TV. The kind of night that felt comfortable because it was predictable. But tonight? Predictable wasn’t the word I’d use.I don’t know why it hit me like it did. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way Matt’s arm brushed mine when he reached for the popcorn. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way my best friend’s laughter filled the room, low and warm, making my stomach tighten in a way it shouldn’t. Not here. Not with Matt sitting right there.But I couldn’t help it. I shifted on the couch, leaning a little more toward my best friend than I probably should have. My leg brushed his under the blanket, and I didn’t pull away. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. I laughed a little too hard at something he said, my fingers grazing his arm as I leaned closer. Shit. Was Matt noticing this? I glanced at him, but he was glued to the screen, oblivious. Typical.When the movie ended, Matt yawned and stretched, flopping back against the cushions. “I’m too tired to drive home,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “You mind if I crash here?”“Yeah, of course,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. My pulse kicked up a notch. “Just sleep in my bed. It’s fine.”Then I looked at my best friend, my stomach flipping as the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “You should stay too. Just… crash here. It’s late.”He hesitated for a second, his eyes flicking to Matt, then back to me. “You sure?”“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual, like I hadn’t just invited both of them into my bed. Like my heart wasn’t already pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.We all moved to the bedroom, the air thick with something I couldn’t name. I climbed into the middle of the bed, my stomach twisting as Matt flopped down on one side, already halfway to asleep. My best friend took the other side, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. The lights were off now, just the faint glow of the hallway creeping in under the door.I lay there, staring at the ceiling too, my heart racing. What am I doing? I should’ve been asleep by now, but every nerve in my body was wide awake, hyper-aware of the heat radiating from my best friend’s body just inches away. I turned my head slightly, watching him in the dim light. His chest rose and fell steadily, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep.My hand moved before I could stop it, drifting across the sheets until my fingers just barely brushed his thigh under the blanket. He didn’t react at first, but then his head turned, our eyes meeting in the dark.I want you, I mouthed, the words hanging between us like a dare.His breath caught, and his hand shifted under the blanket, his fingers grazing my hip. It was barely a touch, but it sent a shiver straight through me. My stomach tightened, my pulse hammering in my ears as I slid my hand lower, tracing the line of his thigh until I felt him—hard and straining against his jeans.He didn’t move, didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifted again, sliding between my legs, his fingertips brushing against me through my underwear. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. His touch was light—too light—but it was enough to make me ache for more.I shifted closer, my leg nudging his, and he got the hint. His hand moved again, slipping past the waistband of my panties, and when his fingers brushed against me, slick and electric, I almost came undone right there. My hips jerked involuntarily, and I grabbed his arm, my nails digging into his skin as I fought to keep myself quiet.Matt mumbled something behind me, shifting in his sleep, and we froze. His hand stilled, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. But after a moment, Matt’s breathing evened out again, his snores filling the room.I turned back to my best friend, our foreheads almost touching now. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight like he was holding himself back just as much as I was. Slowly, carefully, I lifted my leg, hooking it over his hip, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. I felt him fumbling with his jeans, heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he freed himself.When he pushed inside me, it wasn’t fast or rough. It was slow, deliberate, every inch of him stretching me until I was full, until I could feel him everywhere. I bit down on my lip, my nails digging into his arm as I fought to keep silent. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us.Matt mumbled again, shifting behind me, and we froze. But this time, he didn’t wake up.I started to move first, rolling my hips just enough to feel him deeper, to hear the soft groan he choked back. His grip tightened on my waist, his hips moving with mine, slow and careful, each thrust sending waves of heat crashing through me.It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t messy. But it was fucking intense—every movement deliberate, every breath shared between us like a secret we were stealing from the dark. When I came, it hit me hard, my body shaking as I buried my face in his shoulder to stifle a moan. He followed right after, his grip tightening on my waist as he spilled inside me.We stayed like that for what felt like forever, our breathing ragged, our bodies pressed together in the dark. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to say. But when I finally pulled back, meeting his eyes again, there was a question there—unspoken but clear.Should we have done that?I didn’t have an answer. Not yet.“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered finally, my throat tight.He nodded, his hand still resting on my waist. “But we did.”I smiled in the dark, my fingers brushing against his thigh again. “Then let’s do it again.”His breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he searched my face. “You sure?”I didn’t answer. Not with words.

The night started normally with me and Matt watching a movie, but I felt a strange shift in my feelings towards him. I invited both Matt and my best friend to stay the night in my bed, and while Matt slept, my best friend and I had sex. In the aftermath, we both acknowledged that we shouldn't have done it, but I invited him to do it again.

It started like any other Friday night. Matt, my best friend, and I were sprawled out on the couch in my apartment, a bowl of popcorn between us and some forgettable rom-com playing on the TV. The kind of night that felt comfortable because it was predictable. But tonight? _Predictable_ wasn’t the word I’d use.

I don’t know why it hit me like it did. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way Matt’s arm brushed mine when he reached for the popcorn. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way my best friend’s laughter filled the room, low and warm, making my stomach tighten in a way it shouldn’t. __Not here. Not with Matt sitting right there.__

But I couldn’t help it. I shifted on the couch, leaning a little more toward my best friend than I probably should have. My leg brushed his under the blanket, and I didn’t pull away. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. I laughed a little too hard at something he said, my fingers grazing his arm as I leaned closer. _Shit._ Was Matt noticing this? I glanced at him, but he was glued to the screen, oblivious. _Typical._

When the movie ended, Matt yawned and stretched, flopping back against the cushions. “I’m too tired to drive home,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “You mind if I crash here?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. My pulse kicked up a notch. “Just sleep in my bed. It’s fine.”

Then I looked at my best friend, my stomach flipping as the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “You should stay too. Just… crash here. It’s late.”

He hesitated for a second, his eyes flicking to Matt, then back to me. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual, like I hadn’t just invited both of them into my bed. Like my heart wasn’t already pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

We all moved to the bedroom, the air thick with something I couldn’t name. I climbed into the middle of the bed, my stomach twisting as Matt flopped down on one side, already halfway to asleep. My best friend took the other side, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. The lights were off now, just the faint glow of the hallway creeping in under the door.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling too, my heart racing. _What am I doing?_ I should’ve been asleep by now, but every nerve in my body was wide awake, hyper-aware of the heat radiating from my best friend’s body just inches away. I turned my head slightly, watching him in the dim light. His chest rose and fell steadily, but I could tell he wasn’t asleep.

My hand moved before I could stop it, drifting across the sheets until my fingers just barely brushed his thigh under the blanket. He didn’t react at first, but then his head turned, our eyes meeting in the dark.

_I want you_, I mouthed, the words hanging between us like a dare.

His breath caught, and his hand shifted under the blanket, his fingers grazing my hip. It was barely a touch, but it sent a shiver straight through me. My stomach tightened, my pulse hammering in my ears as I slid my hand lower, tracing the line of his thigh until I felt him—hard and straining against his jeans.

He didn’t move, didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand shifted again, sliding between my legs, his fingertips brushing against me through my underwear. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. His touch was light—too light—but it was enough to make me ache for more.

I shifted closer, my leg nudging his, and he got the hint. His hand moved again, slipping past the waistband of my panties, and when his fingers brushed against me, slick and electric, I almost came undone right there. My hips jerked involuntarily, and I grabbed his arm, my nails digging into his skin as I fought to keep myself quiet.

Matt mumbled something behind me, shifting in his sleep, and we froze. His hand stilled, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. But after a moment, Matt’s breathing evened out again, his snores filling the room.

I turned back to my best friend, our foreheads almost touching now. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight like he was holding himself back just as much as I was. Slowly, carefully, I lifted my leg, hooking it over his hip, and he didn’t need any more encouragement. I felt him fumbling with his jeans, heard the quiet rustle of fabric as he freed himself.

When he pushed inside me, it wasn’t fast or rough. It was slow, deliberate, every inch of him stretching me until I was full, until I could feel him everywhere. I bit down on my lip, my nails digging into his arm as I fought to keep silent. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

Matt mumbled again, shifting behind me, and we froze. But this time, he didn’t wake up.

I started to move first, rolling my hips just enough to feel him deeper, to hear the soft groan he choked back. His grip tightened on my waist, his hips moving with mine, slow and careful, each thrust sending waves of heat crashing through me.

It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t messy. But it was fucking intense—every movement deliberate, every breath shared between us like a secret we were stealing from the dark. When I came, it hit me hard, my body shaking as I buried my face in his shoulder to stifle a moan. He followed right after, his grip tightening on my waist as he spilled inside me.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, our breathing ragged, our bodies pressed together in the dark. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to say. But when I finally pulled back, meeting his eyes again, there was a question there—unspoken but clear.

_Should we have done that?_

I didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered finally, my throat tight.

He nodded, his hand still resting on my waist. “But we did.”

I smiled in the dark, my fingers brushing against his thigh again. “Then let’s do it again.”

His breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he searched my face. “You sure?”

I didn’t answer. Not with words.

A woman finds herself drawn to her best friend during a late-night movie session with her boyfriend. The evening takes an unexpected turn when she acts on her desires, leading to a secretive and intense encounter in the dark, while her boyfriend sleeps nearby.

She and her best friend share a night of forbidden passion, each movement deliberate and each breath shared like a secret. The experience leaves them questioning the boundaries they've crossed, yet yearning for more.

I let my friend fuck me under the blanket while my boyfriend slept beside us

0 words