Running my fingers through my hair, I watched the pool water ripple beside me. The waves of blue gently lapped into each other as a flash of dark blonde broke the surface, Jeans hair quickly coiling up around her face as she came up for air. “Voila!” She said with a smile plastered on her face as she carefully dropped one white earbud beside me on the plastered edge. Sighing, my eyebrow raised at it, chlorinated water slowly dripping from the edges of the head phone pooling against the concrete, turning it dark grey. “Well there goes $100 dollars” I mumbled more to myself than anything. Jean giggled beside me before quickly putting in her two cents. “Rice fixes most things that get wet!” She said, laying herself back down against the cool water. “But if you have the cash to waste Mr.MoneyBags, then be my guess” her voice bounced around the air as she rolled her eyes at me.

Beautiful soft green eyes. Eyes that could make anyone melt.

An involuntary knot formed in my throat before I hastily gulped away at it. Thankfull, Jean didn't seem to be any to the wiser. “Was that an offer?” I teased at her. She reciprocated by throwing a small wave of pool water at me. “Why? So you have an excuse to stare at my ass?” She said, a mischievous glint in her eye. This time, it was my turn to roll my eyes as I made my way to the ladder of the pool, slowly pulling myself out of the water into the muggy evening air. “Ahh yes. Because I’ve never seen it before” I said, sarcasm heavy in my voice. “Only known you my whole life but clearly never seen you in a swimsuit before” I scoffed again as she swung water back at me, covering my legs as I popped out onto the pool deck. “Ass” she muttered, flipping herself around and swimming towards the other end of the pool. I took a moment to watch her, her soft skin tanned and freckled by the summers sun gently pushing its way through the cool water. Small droplets forming on the parts not quite under yet. Gulping again, eyes fell to the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms scrunched up against her ass. Soft and smooth skin forming respectable mounds.

Shit.

Just as quickly as I began looking, I forced myself to look away before hastily making a b line towards the back doors of the house, my shorts suddenly a little too snug.

Cursing under my breath, I somewhat carefully swept some spilled white rice back into the small Tupperware container, the long grains bouncing over my still damp headphone. Sliding the container back onto the counter, the sound of wet footsteps on hot patio stones drew my attention to the window in front of me. Jean had made her way out of the pool and was walking towards the house. The setting sun behind her doing all sorts of godly work, enhancing every delicious curve of her body, every soft golden highlight of her hair.

Fucking hell.

My mind hummed as I watched her wring out her hair. Small tendrils wrapping around her fingers, water pooling down by her feet.

We had been friends for decades. Best friends, even. Telling each other our deepest secrets, spending countless nights on Snapchat talking about everything and nothing at the same time, putting up with each other's dating life. I'll be hers more so then mine, after all I had yet to meet someone who didnt fuck her with thier eyes. I studied her movements as her heavy breasts bounced against the restricting fabric of her bathing suit before being hidden away under an oversized towel. Years of friendship, years of hearing our moms tease about ending up together and shooting it down every step and I couldn’t stop myself from eyeing her like a piece of meat.

Some friend you are. Fucking pervert.

My mind hissed at itself for its own thoughts before shoving them down just as the clinking of the back door startled me. “Josh?’ Her voice sounded like thick honey. “Joooosshhhh?” She said again. Grabbing my towel, I threw it around my waist in a feeble attempt to hide the half chub I had happening in my shorts. “I-I-In here!” I stammered out just as she made her way around the corner. “Oh good! You found the rice!” She squeaked out, coming over and inspecting my job. Her soft body slid in front of me. Push her into this counter and just let her I shook my head violently, desperate for it to shut up. Jeans finger dug into the rice before she patted it back into place. “Hopefully it will work” she muttered quietly. I nodded in a silent agreement and watched as she turned around towards me. Her soft features were emphasized in the dimming light of the kitchen. “Sausage?” She asked. My face felt flush.

What?!

“For dinner? Can you make up the sausage?” She asked again, pointing towards the now unthawed pack in the sink. “Ya! BBQ? Or?” I barely got out.

You really thought she meant You're sausage, you dumbass?!’

Jean said something in response, but I couldn’t hear her over my own depravity. “Thanks.” She said, wrapping me into a hug. Her damp body rested on me. Carefully, I shifted my waist away, desperate to hide myself, but her breasts pressed heavily into my chest. Her nipples hard from the cool water dragging against my skin as I hugged her back.

What I wouldnt give to tit fuck you right here. Right now Just to slam my cock between those two soft mountains and cu-

My thoughts stopped as she pulled way. A smile plastered across her face, each crease by her eye an indication of the memories we shared. I watched as she looked at the small clock on the stove, her eyes didn’t deviate once towards me. Somehow she seemed to be completely unaware of how absolutely feral my mind had become around her, and how my once half pump was now painfully twitching against the knot in the towel. Maybe because she's not a fucking caveman like you. Gulping down my insecurities I reached around her and grabbed the pack of meat and the plate there were on. “Shouldn’t take long,” I muttered. Seeming to accept this Jean smiled again as she turned away from the clock. “Okay. Can I have a quick rinse off though? Chlorine makes my hair like straw.” She said scrunching her already drying hair, her nose crinkling in disgust. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Ya sure.” I told her before we parted ways and I soberly made my way back out to the deck, my cock still pounding under the towel.

5:35. I glanced back at the outdoor analog sitting above the patio set. The heat from the bbq split open another sausage as I desperately rotated them so they wouldnt burn. They had been done for a while and Jean said she was going to be right out but that was almost 20 minutes ago. Nervously I bit my inner cheek before deciding to turn off the fuel, giving it a few seconds before closing the lid to keep them warm. Where is she?

I popped open the door again and called out. ‘Jean?’ No answer. The tile was cold, much colder than the hot wood I had just been standing on. Walking around the corner, I looked in the kitchen, expecting to see her at the fridge or counter. No one was there. The fuck?

“Jean foods ready” I said again, my voice louder this time. Still no answer. Unamused by this game I looked into the next room and the next, each time expecting to see her, each time being greeted by nothing. Confused, and slightly irritated, I made my way back to the door before a soft noise drifting from the basement caught my attention. “Jean?’ I said again into the almost defending silence. Stairs squeaked quietly under foot as I made my way down them curious to the noise drifting up to my ears. The basement was even cooler than I expected and it pricked my skin taught as I looked around. “Jean?” I asked out again. Music. Thats what that is. Music and? My face scrunched as I made my way towards it. The solid wood door infront of me was cracked open a few inches and the music was drifting from it. Peering in was instantly regrettable. Soft steam swirled around the floor and to the side of the room Jean became visible. Her skin flushed red and damp as water poured over her from the overhead shower head. Shit!

I swung myself against the outside wall quickly. Music and the fucking shower head. I cursed myself for even coming down the steps, but I was sure it hadn’t been water I heard.

Idiot.

I hummed to myself as I quietly peeled myself away from the wall in an attempt to make my way back up, desperate not to be anywhere near when Jean came out. Suddenly, I heard it again, freezing me in my tracks. Rising just slightly over the sound of music was-was a moan? My body ran hot as I sleazily pressed myself back against the wall, carefully peeking back into the steamed room through the few inches of play left at the door. Jean was still standing in the hot stream of water, the droplets turning her skin deep pink as she looked up at the shower head.

Stop it!

Pleading uselessly to myself, my eyes stayed glued to their position. Was it the water that made her moan? Or maybe it was just the music? Just as I began pulling away, I heard the unmistakable sound again. My eyes fell on Jean as I watched her mouth part slightly, a soft sound escaping. Trailing down her body, I noticed her hand slipped between her thick, muscled thighs. Moving. She's masturbating.

The thought of my best friend rubbing her perfectly manicure finger against her warm slit instantly got my cock hard. The feeling of it pressing tightly against my shorts was almost painful as I fought with myself to leave. To respect her privacy. ‘Fuckkkk” the sound of her voice drifting through the steam like a siren song snapped me from the self argument. She had switched positions now, her perfect body sitting against the floor as her hand gently cupped her sex.

Go in there an fuck her. Fill her up with your cock. My mind hissed as I caught my breath. She suddenly stood up and looked around. My heart stopped as I realized my hand was placed over my rock hard cock. This will ruin the friendship.

The thought of her hating me was almost enough to make me return flacide. Almost. I studied her as she walked quickly to the counter on the far side of the room, her delicate hand wiping open the top drawer and grabbing something from inside. My breath caught again as she turned back around, soft green eyes glazing over the door where I had plastered his face. Quietly but quickly as I could I slammed myself against the small wall and pressed my eyes shut waiting for the moment the door burst open. The moment she caught me with my dick in my hand. Quite literally. Nothing.

“Mmmmmmmm” another soft moan peaked my interest as I hesitantly looked back around the door jam into the room. She must not have noticed me as she had returned to the shower side of the room, the water once again playing against her skin.

God, her skin looks so soft.

My hand found itself back at the front of my shorts, my cock twitching with every small movement she made, blissfully unaware she was being watched. I devoured her with my eyes as I watched her shift herself into a squatting position, her legs spreading apart as she slid her fingers over her cunt. Delicate pink flesh turned red by the heat, but glistening with moisture. Can I jack off to this?

The thought bounced in my head as my hand roughly ran over my cock. So lost into my thoughts I didn't notice Jeans other hand drop down below her wrapping around- Oh fuck this! Hastily I pulled my shorts down, my cock standing at attention immediately. I grabbed it in my hand slowly pulling downwards. An action I’ve done thousands of times. An action I’ve done thinking of her thousands of time. Thinking of everything I would do to her. I felt my cock twitch as I forced open my eyes again making sure I didn't miss anything. Jeans left hand was gingerly wrapped around a solid looking fake cock. Its rubbery base suctioned to the tiled floors, her quivering cunt hovering just above it. “Mm-ugh” her moans were like a drug. The best, most euphoric drug I'd ever had. Watching in amazement as she teased her entrance with the rubbery tip before slowly sliding herself onto it, her legs spread just wide enough that I could watch as her pussy stretched itself out over the toy. A lustrous moan pulling out of her. Suddenly she was riding it, her hips swaying back and forth before she dropped to her knees, her right hand rubbing at her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. My jaw tightened as I felt the heat rising in my legs, my cock begging for release. Jean sat upright, her toy now buried in her glorious pussy as she grinded against it. Her free hand tugging at her wet hair as she moaned out again. “Shit” her moan was still soft, but ever so slightly louder than before.

Is she about to cum?

The thought alone made the precum swell out of my tip, sliding onto my shaft as I pumped my hand desperate for it to be her. Desperste to feel my self slid deep inside her until she was moaning my name. “Ugh-uhh-uh” her moans became soft grunts as she flopped herself backwards, sitting on her perfect ass, the dildo popping out of her as she changed the position. “Nooo” her voice sounded like a desperate plea. What I wouldn't do to have her begging for me like that. I felt the heat rising in my face as I felt myself getting close to my own climax. Jean almost desperately slid her toy back into her, the base of it pressed against her entrance. I devoured her moves as she slid it back out before slamming It towards herself again, each motion a little rougher then the last. Her face began to be painted in a blush, her freckles dark stars against the red skin. She's about to cum. I pumped harder my cock desperate for a release as I watched her squirm. Fuck. Say my name. Beg for my cum. My thoughts tapped around my head silently knowing in my gut this was a one way show. She still had no clue I was there. A tinge if guilt swept over me. “Fuck. Fuck.” Her moans were quick to sweep it away. “I'm gonna-” her breath hitched for a moment and I felt my cock jump. “Ughh. joshhh” my breathing stopped. Had she spotted me? Fuck. I'm busted. I waited for the yelling to start but silence was my answer. Her hand still desperatly plunging her toy into her cunt, her legs spread open, juices dripping down from her swirling into the drain together with the water.

“Gonna-” she moaned again. Her head was back. Her eyes were closed, and she was quivering. Her voice was like a soft whisper. Wait-her eyes are closed?!?! She can't see me? Why did she- My fist tightened at the idea. Had she moaned my name? Was-was she getting off to me?! I forced myself to hold back a grunt as I felt myself ready to let go. No, not yet. I stopped, painfully waiting a moment. Jean's fingers gripped desperately at the tiles beneath her. “Cumming. I'm Cumming Josh ” her voice was louder this time and she quickly slammed her hand over her mouth as if she didn't mean for it to come out. Suddenly her whole body shook before she ripped out the rubbery cock, a stream of water gushing out around her. She's a squirter?! I couldn't hold it back any longer. I gave my hand one last thrust and felt myself let go, my cum spraying onto the wall in front of me dripping down my shaft as I pumped again. “Fuck” an exasperated moan left the bathroom as Jean slowly stood up. Her legs still shaky as she tucked under the shower head again.

Fuck.

I agreed as I looked down at my now soft cock, it's load splattered across the white walls of her basement. Shit shit shit. Desperately I looked around for something to clean up with. Nothing. Gotta be som- Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a towel just inside the bathroom, dropping down from the door handle. I waited a moment, my heart pounding as I waited for Jean to turn around. The moment she did I stuck my hand in and grabbed it. The interesting 70s pattern gawdy as I quickly rubbed the wall before giving my cock a quick wipe. Shoving myself back into my shorts I slid my hand back into the room and placed it back on the door handle before pulling away. Quietly I began to walk away when I heard soft footsteps behind me. I stopped as I heard the water shut off and the door jiggle.

Shittttt

I waited, my breath held tight. Carefully, I looked behind me through the crack again. Jean had turned the music up a bit and grabbed the towel. Fuck she shouldn't dry off with that! My stomach dropped at the thought of her feeling my sins. Surely she would know something was wrong when her should-be-dry towel was wet. Stuck in a state of shock I watched as she grabbed the towel again, my cum leaving a wet spot on it. My eyes widened as I watched her reach down, rubbing the wet cum-stained spot against her perfect pussy. Oh my god. My cock throbbed again at the thought of her rubbing my cum against her pretty cunt. Maybe she'll get pregnant. Then I can fuck her whenever and however I want.

I was glued to her as she finished rubbing it against her skin, our cum mixing together before pulling away leaving small glistening strings. That's not how that works dumbass I thought again before forcing myself to find the stairs. Hastily making my way back up them to the patio before she got out. Panting I came to a rest infront of the BBQ. 5:45 10 minutes. That's it. I sighed again as I popped Open the lid and poked at the slightly cooling meat. “Hey Josh?” Jeans voice was sweet as she popped her head out. My cum towel now wrapped around her topless tit's. I felt my face flush. “Mm?” Thankfully she didn't seem to notice. “Need condiments?” I smiled. “Ya sure!”. I watched as she walked away, her pretty frame disappearing behind the door.

She was my best friend. My absolute BEST friend. She smirked at me from the kitchen window. But damn. Would she look good pregnant.