I sat on the edge of the bed in my room, shirt off, heart pounding. It was dark except for the light that filtered in from under the bathroom door. I knew where all of this was going, but my mind raced back through the days, months, years that had all led up to this.

That house party six years ago where you introduced yourself as Samantha and I called you Sam the whole time. It was one of those weird, serendipitous moments where you meet a complete stranger, and before the end of the night, we were best friends.

Then, last year, when my lease was up and we met at that coffee shop across form the skate park. It turned out that you had been looking to rent somewhere closer to work and needed a roommate. So, we moved in together as friends, helping each other out. It was the perfect arrangement.

We would spend most nights talking about work or weekend plans. Every once in a while the topic of sex would come up and we would trade war stories. Like that guy you met at the gym who couldn't get it up because of his intense training. Or the girl I met at the show who made me shout Ding Dong when she stuck a finger in my ass without warning. You seemed to love teasing me about how you knew the "science behind the perfect blowjob." As friends we shared it all.

Then, of course, quarantine happened and we both found ourselves at home with too much time on our hands. I mean, I always thought you were cute, hot even. But I was always worried I would make it weird if I made a move. Now I wonder if I had been an idiot to not make one sooner.

Just a few hours ago, we had been watching Netflix together on the couch just like any other night. You had your feet in my lap, as the show started and, without thinking, I started to rub them. One thing led to another, and before the next episode, we were making out, the TV playing to no one.

So now I'm here. Half dressed and more than a little hard, sitting on the edge of my bed and waiting for you to come out of the bathroom so we can continue what, now that I think back about it, seemed pretty much inevitable.

I smile, looking up as the bathroom door opens. You're backlit by the light over the sink, but I can still make out your figure. "Come on," I say, patting the bed beside me. "I want to see where this goes..."

As always, thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the set up enough to send me a message. I tried to leave the prompt vague enough that we could keep things sweet and vanilla, or go wild and kinky. As long as I can vicariously live out that magical time when to friends decide to fuck it and, well, fuck, I'll be a happy writer.

Kinks: Finally deciding to bone, oral, giving in to a year's worth of pent up lust, descriptive writers

Limits: Bathroom, underage, animals, and gore