They were hanging out in his basement, the only ones in his house besides Karl, and he was upstairs in his room. He was sitting comfortably, xbox controller in his lap and his legs outstretched across the couch. Tony was immersed in the Titanfall Beta, jumping from one to another with apparent ease. She, on the other hand, was growing impatient waiting for his game to be over. She was watching Netflix from her ipod, her head on his chest and curled up in his arms.
She looked at him and sighed. Was he ever going to be “in the mood?” she thought. She pestered him again and again until she realized he might need a little more persuasion. So she snuggled out of his arms, and watched his face look puzzled as she gave him an annoyed glance. She then proceeded to sexily take off her shirt, a t-shirt that read “Bazinga!” across it. Tony looked surprised, glancing between the xbox screen and his now almost half-naked girlfriend. He had yet to move from the couch, so she took a seat on his lap. Her boobs only inches from his face, she leaned in and whispered, “are you ready…. Now?” Without waiting for an answer, she tenderly kissed behind his ear. Moving her hands to behind his head, she ran her fingers through his hair and worked her lips down the side of his neck. Kissing, first softly, then growing more and more passionate. His xbox controller fell to the ground as she lightly bit the skin just by his collarbone. Her own skin was growing hot, his breath becoming short, and his hands finding a place just by her narrow hipbones.
He was overcome by this passion; she had never acted this way before. Tony didn’t know how to react at first, just let his eyes roll back and close and his hands grab her waist. Never having gone “all the way” with a girl before, he wondered if this would be the first. He loved her very much, but more for the person she was than the things that they did. He was putting it off because he wasn’t sure what exactly to do. Of course, he’d spent hours before watching pornhub videos but how did that compare to what might happen just now? Nevertheless, it was with great enthusiasm as he snapped out of his daze and passionately kissed her back.
What first started as a make out session quickly became more, his itchy little hands struggling to pull off her skin-tight jeans. Not quickly enough, they were both wearing nothing but their underwear. She threw her vibrantly pink bra across the room, where it landed sexily on the top of his xbox one. “Symbolic,” she scoffed. “Finally, I won one over her.” She pressed her hands up against his chest. He softly nuzzled her boobs, first kissing one… then slowly, passionately, making his way to the other. Her fingers made their way to the top of his boxers, as she slipped first one finger, then the next, until her entire hand began slipping them off. Giggling a bit as she felt the hard-on underneath her—she was still sitting on his lap—she worked off the boxers and tossed them over the couch. She spun around, where his arms wrapped around her naked chest and she could gaze into his deep dark eyes, and the sweat dribbled down her forehead. He worked his hands lower to the tip of her pink underwear, and before either one was really aware of the situation, those were off as well.
His dick was never really news to him, but to her all she could think about was how to get it inside her. She was ready, extremely. He had never been an affectionate kind of person; so to get this far was huge in and of itself. In fact, it was as if she was competing with his xbox for his love, at times. But now, he was hers. And she began. She watched his face look distorted and watched him become short of breath, and Tony felt as if he was dying a thousand little deaths as and saw the light hundreds of times before it was over. He couldn’t keep himself from moaning and grunting with each of her movements, she couldn’t keep the moans down as they quickened the pace, they were the only two people in the world and they were going to fuck the hell out of each other. He grabbed every part of her he could; she straddled him and gained control over the situation. Eventually there were sighs from both sides. “Your turn,” he said.
They admired each other for a while. She looked at his pale, glistening skin under the lights and wondered if he was as turned-on as she was. Tony looked at her; her skinny body and thin frame, her long shiny hair, her ever-pleasing boobs, her tan neck that showed the first signs of a hickey forming. She must’ve been the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he thought. And just as he was reaching the conclusion, he saw himself as the luckiest guy in the world. Anyone would be mad to not do anything for her, he thought. Then, she pulled out her strap-on.
(To finish this would be a disservice to the images that form in your imagination.)
P.S. “Why are you wearing a condom if I’m fucking you with a strap on?!”
To be safe, bitch!
(Hoping you know the reference)
So I figured I’d search through my recycling bin…
Here’s your part two.
Tony glanced at her, unsure of how serious she was. He was sure that it was just a joke, although not so funny now. There she was, the most beautiful girl he could ever dream of having, and only his. But how far was he willing to go for this? Was it worth it? Wincing slightly, he decided to go with what she was suggesting. “Oh, not just yet,” she said. She ran her fingers up the side of his thighs, placing her hand around him in a way that made his heart race and nerves spike. She was palming him as he used both his arms to draw her in and play with her hair, slightly unsure of how far he was going to go or how to do so. His hand worked quickly now, moving from her hair to her chest, his playful fingers lingering there for a second more and finding their way to between her legs. Her hair was long, wavy, and ruffled, her skin an olive color as if she spent her whole life on the beaches of Italy. She smelled of cinnamon and sweat, a sexy combination that fueled his desires and made him more out of breath in every passing moment. His hand was between her legs now, her breath quickening and her heart pounding, as he began to slip fingers in. One… Two… Three… Slowly stroking harder and faster, they both began to feel their adrenaline soar. The room didn’t seem big enough. She couldn’t believe what was happening. The entire world seemed to consist of Tony, her, and the soft hum of the xbox. She ground her hips against him, and moved his hand to a more comfortable place between her legs. His fingers moved fast, and his lips were back. Against hers, they kissed with such force that it was a shock that they still had the energy. She bit his lip as things got busier beneath, grateful that they were both quiet while it was happening. “Now,” she thought. She pulled on the strap-on and lined it up. Tony was scared, nervous but in the wrong kind of way. She leaned in and kissed his side, lining little pecks up his back and to his neck, ending just behind his ear. With each kiss there was a thrust, with each thrust there was a moan. The moans were what she wanted, the moans made her hit her stride. Faster and faster they went, each thrust harder than the last. This cycle was quick, within minutes she was finished. (Author’s note, the unedited version was cringe-worthy. Sorry boy, make do)
After she had done what she wanted to do, she sat up straight. Face redder than he had ever seen before, she smiled at him. She felt as if the world just settled in the dust around her. Her breaths were heavy and there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room for them. He would do anything for her, he thought. Tony held his face inches from hers and breathed in her ear, “Again.” He bit at her jugular, held both her wrists and sloppily kissed the side of her throat. He strongly placed both of his hands on the sides of her ribcage, feeling every deep breath and reciprocating her thrusting movements with even more force. She moaned as they worked their way into a standing position, his waist pressing against hers and her hands finding their way to the small of his back. His arms were constantly drawing her in, his fingers tugging on her hair and his hard-on pressed against her. He was even more passionate than she, but she’d had more experience. She led the dance, per se, she took control and moved his body in ways he never thought to before. In a moment, she was pressed up against the wall and his cock was there but not uncomfortable. She was surprised at how little time felt like passed, before she knew it he was finished and out of breath, almost ready to stop.
It felt like it was beginning to wind down in the room when there was laughing heard on the floor above. From the staircase, down came Brad looking to see if he could play Tony’s xbox while Karl left for soccer practice. Unaware that Tony had a girl over, he abruptly stopped short and tried to comprehend the situation in front of him. Tony? And… a girl? Something didn’t add up in his mind. Wasn’t he sure that Tony was asexual, or at least borderline gay for him? The girl glanced over Tony’s shoulder and noticed Brad was staring. Brushing her hair away from her eyes, she winked and gestured for him to walk over. Brad, shirtless and wearing only a borrowed pair of Karl’s pajama pants, was confused. Was he about to do something he’d regret?
Tony was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to notice that another player had joined the game. Then he felt a sudden warmth and presence behind him, a figure placing his head on Tony’s shoulder and his hands on Tony’s upper thighs. Tony stopped what he was doing with his girlfriend and spun around, only to come face to face with his best friend. “I thought. Wait, what about Juliana?” he said, eyes widening as he realized what was about to happen. Brad laughed and grinned at him. “Yo. Bros before hoes, in more ways than one.” Given the okay, Tony and Brad began—
——— OMITTED FOR YOUR FRAGILE SOUL. CONSIDER IT MY PERSONAL FUCK YOU FOR SHOWING EVERYONE <3
*Oh, quit complaining. It’s for your own good.
**Saving what’s left of my image, I’m still pissed you showed people other than Brad and Karl ((to be honest I wasn’t sure you had other friends (; )) ———-
Brad lifted his head and looked into Tony’s eyes. The girl had left ages ago, disappointed that her boyfriend might have just proved to her that she would always rank beneath Brad. Brad laughed as Tony’s eyes shifted in and out of focus, a visual representation of how the past few hours had felt to him. Tony had been doing this for a while, only vaguely aware of the fact that the girl he loved must’ve been back home already. The only thing she had left was her pink bra, still atop his xbox one. Tony was curled up next to Brad, their bare skin rubbing against each other and their hearts beating in time. “A cute ending to an amazing day,” Tony thought.
Authors Note: I really didn’t appreciate you letting other people read this, I expected Karl and Brad but I didn’t want anyone else knowing. See, it’s funny, but now I’m kind of concerned for that thing called my “public image” and whatnot. I’m shallow, I know, but smut doesn’t fit into this whole picture people normally have of me. I meant it when I said I really have never watched a porno nor read a smut besides yours. It’s more of my imagination than anything, and trust me I omitted the worst parts of it. Don’t complain, I figured if I included Brad’s part it would’ve been weird between you guys. This part is not as good as the last, I know, but hey, you wanted more. And yeah, I omitted some just in case you decided to show people. Again.
You’ve been my friend for a while, you were nice to me when I had a crush on you in middle school, to when I went through my awkward phase… when I was a hyper energetic little kid…. when I went through the deep dark days last month… and now, when I wrote erotic fiction about you. Our friendship has many moments that I’m not proud of, but I do commend you for being the one who actually did a decent job of putting up with me. I’m surprised by your reaction. You embraced it, joked about it, complimented it and asked for more. You sent it to others, and they thought it was good too. I never would’ve done that. You actually considered something I wrote “wonderful” and “beautifully written”, which was the strangest thing to me. When handed a smut about yourself, you didn’t get self-conscious, you didn’t think it was weird, and you didn’t judge me based on it. Of course, there was the tons of teasing, but that I could take. it’s so funny, how many people wrote smuts this week. A lot of people exchanging sex stories… about each other. It’s hysterical, and it’s so hilarious that I’m a part of it because I’ve never been one with a dirty mind. You’re hysterical and you’re my favorite guy I’ve ever met. <3
You’ve been there through thick and thin. Through the best times and the worst. As you read this know that I’m standing here with a noose around my neck next to my back door looking at the tree and replying to your tweet. I’m so so so sorry. But I can’t live this way anymore. You’ll always be the Micoo to my Gavin. I’ll always be your idiot friend. You already know how much you mean to me. I can’t type this anymore. You’re the most creative person I’ve ever known. I hope you’ll be okay. Jill, I hope you find happiness. You deserve it. You’re my favorite person in the entire world. My best friend. You’re hilarious and incredible and fantastic and I can’t put it into words. I can rant all day about the mulieris and alex, but I can’t say enough ever about you. I can’t say all the things I want to. I couldn’t if I tried. So I’m sorry. If you miss me, just check your tags page again. I’ll always be there. I’ll be the Gavin to your Micoo until the ends of the Earth and to the stars. If theres a Heaven, I assure you I’m smiling down at you from it, probably tripping over some clouds or something. Idk if Jesus is real, but I’ll tell him hey, and point you out from all the other minuscule people and say “hey. that girl right there? She was my best friend. Isn’t she great?”
There’s one more I want to write. But I’m afraid I’m going to start crying if I do.
We are drawing to a close on these. It’s getting harder to write them. But you’re one of the most outgoing, political, intelligent, outspoken people I know. You’re so much stronger than me, I don’t know if I could possibly have held up after being critized or disliked by people. But people just don’t understand you, at least that’s what I think. You’re absolutely incredible. I envy your talent and that you’re already accepted into a great college. Happy to have been your best friend. And I’m sorry.