“Whatever dude! I am the meme queen!” she proclaimed, pushing my phone away, disinterested at the quality funnies I was attempting to share. “Your game is weak. Gotta pick it up boi!”

We were hanging out in the lounge room, sitting on the floor against the couch, in front of the coffee table where my laptop sat. My housemates were out or at work, and wasn’t expected back for another hour or so, and I was bored, and being so far away from my girlfriend, wanted the company of a cute girl to tempt me into misbehaving, to pass the time. I met Marisa a few weeks back in this town. She was also from where I lived, but like me, was here temporarily, her for study, me for work. We had made out a couple of weeks back, when we were both drunk and high, but didn’t lead to more, as she interrogated me on whether I had a girlfriend, and when I confessed that I did, she didn’t want to go any further. She also said nothing like that could ever happen again. This didn’t stop me from masturbating to her Instagram, as her thick juicy lips, petite figure and short stature, and cute perky ass, was a little fiery package of lustful temptation every time we hung out.

“Lame! That one is old anyway,” she teased, as I showed her another meme I liked. We had been having a few drinks while he hung out, and I pushed her glass of rum and ginger ale, which she hadn’t touched for a little while, back towards her, beckoning her to have more. “Drink more? Why, cos you can’t be funny unless I’m drunk?”

I ignored the quip and motioned her to have more of her drink.

“Stop tryna get me drunk you creep,” she teased.

“I’m not tryna get you drunk,” I replied hastily, even though we both knew I was trying to make her more disinhibited to match my level of tipsiness, and arousal. “You may have the better meme game but I’ve got the better porn game!”

“Oh really? Prove it,” she snapped back, to my shock and surprise.

“Wouldn’t surprise me, you being such a creep and all,” she teased. “Show me what you got. Let’s see what you beat off to all day, on your days off.”

My heart was racing. I was definitely turned on at the prospect of watching porn with Marisa, but also nervous at the thought of her being creeped out with my tastes, and it being a small town and all, word spreading about my perverted ways. Against my better judgment, I opened up my porn browser to the pinned tabs with my favourite subreddits to get off to.

“Reddit porn? You can use reddit for that? Really?” she asked, somewhat surprised, curious and impressed. “What sort of stuff do you look at on reddit?”

I hesitated, and she could sense it. “What? Oh so shy all of a sudden?”

“I’m not shy, I’m just..,” I retorted, a little sheepishly. “I don’t wanna weird you out.”

“Hahaha, I won’t judge, I promise,” she chuckled. “I already think you’re a creep anyway.”

Somewhat reassured, but mostly going on impulse, I motioned to open up my stash.

“Go on, show me,” she teased, with a slight change in her tone. “I wanna see your porn game.”

I opened up the tabs I had pinned, and started flicking through some gifs from r/cumsluts, r/girlsfinishingthejob, r/holdingthemoan and r/omgbeckylookathiscock. Marisa had gone all quiet, and seemed focussed on what I was showing her on the screen. The room felt tense, and it seemed like our hang out had taken a change of course, but I felt unsure what was ahead, given our previous experiences, and the situation.

“What.. sort of.. things are you into..?” I enquired, probing gently at her. “I’m sure there’s a subreddit for it.”

“Umm.. no this is good. Show me more of your stash,” she replied, quietly.

“You.. wanna see more?” I asked, cautiously.

“Yeah.. I wanna see more..”

We both were silent as we watched more gifs, and short porn clips. Blowjobs, cumshots, facials, straight to filth, no easing into it. I noticed my breathing become heavier and deeper, and felt my cock tensing against my underwear, and bulging up in my pants. Her breathing too had changed, and it seemed clear she too was aroused by what we were watching, and perhaps the at watching it with someone else there.

“God she’s so pretty!” Marisa proclaimed, almost as if to break the palpable sexual tension in the room. “You may suck at memes, but you do got good taste in porn, I’ll give you that!”

Now extremely aroused, and feeling more adventurous, I wanted to test the waters and see how she responded. I shifted my hips, as if to adjust my position for comfort, but with the intent of making my bulge more obvious, hoping she would notice. I could see her glance from the side of her eye, and although I was fairly certain she could see my arousal, she didn’t respond, but instead kept her attention to the screen.

“This one really turns me on,” I probed, as I clicked on a different gif of a girl finishing her man onto her face.

“I can see that..” she retorted, once again glancing briefly down at my bulge as she did. Her tone had me even more aroused. It was neither encouraging or discouraging, but the tension was driving me wild.

“I was hoping you’d notice,” I mumbled, trying to gauge her mood and intent.

“Haha, I’m trying not to look,” she chuckled, motioning her hand toward my crotch, as if to cover it from her view, and turning her head the opposite way.

“Did you take a peek though?” I teased.

“Nope! I’m a good girl,” she piped back, playfully.

“That’s a shame,” I chimed back, trying to push her.

“Come on, you know that’s not appropriate,” she replied, in a more serious tone now, looking directly at me.

“But really hot..” I whispered, breathing heavily in my arousal. “Especially if you were to take a peek.”

I maintained eye contact with her, the pleasurable sensation of feeling my throbbing erection rub against the soft fabric of my underwear as it tensed, evident on my face. Marisa noticed this too, as her expression changed too, as if weakened by the effect of my arousal on her.

“Do you want me to have taken a peek?” she asked coyly, to which I nodded. “Would it be bad if I did?”

“Maybe,” I whispered. “But that makes it even hotter”

Marisa let out the quietest little gasp of a moan at this, which unconsciously drove my hand towards my cock, stroking it slowly over my pants. Her eyes were now fixated on what my hand was doing, no longer hiding where her attention was, so I continued to stroke my length over my pants.

“Do you.. want me to take it out..?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes.” Her response was quick, but soft, almost a whisper, as she continued to stare at my hand. I pulled down my pants first, showing off the bulge in my underwear to Marisa’s unbroken and attention gaze, and then slowly pulled down my underwear, letting my cock spring out as I pulled lower.

“Fuuuccckkk…” she exhaled, almost as if a moan, as she watched me pull it out.

“No good?” I said, smiling, mostly confident that wasn’t the case.

“No,” she replied abruptly, “really good!”

“Should I keep going?”

“Yes,” she replied, once again abrupt, as she stared intently at my now exposed cock. I grabbed it with my hand and began to stroke it slowly, tilting my pelvis to provide a better view, showing off to Marisa’s unbroken gaze.

I began to moan as I stroked for her, watching her stare at my cock, biting and licking her lips in her arousal. I sat up, and positioned myself, on leg up, thrusting into my hand vigourously, my cock aimed towards her. This was much further than I had thought we would venture, particularly after she had been annoyed with me for making out with her while having a girlfriend, the last time, so I was enjoying showing off in front of her to the fullest.

“I like the way you.. enjoy.. your porn..” Marisa whispered, her face clearly giving away her excitement and arousal. “Do you.. want me to.. help you.. with that..?”

This was an unexpected turn of events, but I nodded despite being suddenly taken aback. I watched as she slowly moved her tiny hands onto my thighs, caressing up towards her prize. She gasped in excitement as she wrapped her hands around the warmth and girth of my cock, feeling it pulsate. Her small hands made watching her stroke my length, nice and slow, even more arousing, making me throb and grow. I had barely noticed the porn playing on my laptop this whole time, but a particularly rough throat fuck video stole my attention from what Marisa’s hands were doing, momentarily. This seemed to have caught Marisa’s attention too, as she too now stared at the video, whilst continuing to stroke my cock.

“Too rough?” I asked, a little concerned that it might be putting her off.

“No! …I like it..” she responded, giving me a teasing good-girl gone bad look. I moaned as she tugged at my cock with more enthusiasm.

“Do you.. wanna… try that.. on me..?” she asked, with the same seductive look on her face. I gave her a puzzled look, as I was unsure what she meant. “Like.. do you wanna.. do what they’re doing.. in the video.. to me..?”