BoPeep presents - The Night Before, a prequel to my improv "The Morning After". Originally, I wanted to present this idea as another improv, but since I don't do them anymore, I didn't want my ideas to go to waste!! It ends on a bit of a tease, but I hope yall enjoy anyway!!

it’s late when you hear the knock on your door. you open it, puzzled, and there she is. her face is full of tears, and she’s already apologizing as you usher her inside.

“i didn’t know where else to go,” she sniffs, rubbing at her eyes with her sleeves. “my boyfriend and i, we…we had a fight, and i broke up with him. i couldn’t take it anymore. i - i just…” she stops, chest heaving with a sob. “i can leave, i just…i missed you so much. he never…he didn’t like that you and i were friends.”

your eyes widen. you’d suspected that her boyfriend - now ex - had been the reason behind her distance, but it still hurts to hear her confirm it. but then your mind catches on that word, on ‘friends’, and you sigh. it’s been such a long time since you thought of her as a friend, and your desire to comfort her is warring against your urge to take her face into your hands and kiss her tears away.

“yeah.” you say instead. “i kind of thought as much.” you pause. “you don’t have to leave. if you need me, why would i ever turn you away, hmm?” you leave the doorway, heading towards the kitchen and looking over your shoulder at her. “c’mere. let me get you something to drink.”

you get your drinks and settle onto your couch, and you wait. you don’t want to ask anything that will send her into tears again, you don’t want to make her relive those moments. so you wait.

“he was cheating on me.” she says finally, peering into her empty cup instead of looking at you.

you see red.

“i caught him, and tried to call him out, and he -” her voice catches. “he lied, right to my face. even after i told him i’d seen them, holding hands and kissing at his door!” her eyes are filling with tears, her face soft and resigned even in her anger. “i went to surprise him after work. i bought his favorite takeout, his favorite beer, i was so excited and…there he was. hands in her hair, mouth on hers. he pulled away so i know it was him, i saw his stupid face.” she sighs and throws her head over the back of your couch. “maybe i just wasn’t enough for him. she was so pretty…”

you try to control your thoughts. this isn’t the time to offer yourself up to her, not when she’s hurting like this, not when -

“i would never treat you like that.”

she looks up at you, sniffling, mouth turned down in her confusion. “what?”

too late now. “i would never let you get to the point where you wonder how much i care about you. you are so beautiful, so kind, you’re fucking perfect. anything you ask of me is yours. i’ll go over there right now and -”

“no, no, no,” she turns to you, puts her hand on your arm. “he’s not worth it. i don’t…i’m not worth that either. it means the world, but i couldn’t ask you to do that for me.”

the way she’s looking at you is breaking your heart. “you wouldn’t have to ask. i would do it gladly.” you can feel the venom dripping from your voice. truthfully, there’s nothing stopping you from going over there once she’s asleep. “you - sweetheart, listen to me very carefully.” you take her face in your hands, thumbs brushing away her tears.

“you mean the world to me. your shithead ex had every reason to worry about your friendship with me, because it would take one word from you to change everything. one word from you, and i would burn the fucking world down, baby.” your heart is racing and her eyes are wide, her perfect, pretty mouth in a shocked little ‘o’. “so when i say that i would go over there and destroy him if you asked, it’s because you are absolutely worth it. you’re worth everything.”

she blinks. “i don’t understand. you’re saying…”

“i’m in love with you, baby.” you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so vulnerable. whatever she says next, you know you’ll accept it, but in this moment you can’t stop yourself. “i have been for a long time, now.”

her eyebrows draw together and she pulls away, taking your wrists in her hands and holding them. “why…why didn’t you tell me? i’ve been dating all these idiots, trying to get over you, and you’ve been in love with me? for years?”

well, that’s not exactly what you expected her to say.

you pause for too long, and then she’s in your lap, taking your face in her hands, shyly pressing her lips to yours. you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and deepen the kiss, swallowing her little gasp. when you pull apart, you smirk and press kisses all over her face. “i’ve wanted this for so fucking long.” you tell her, little pecks between your words.

she smiles, giggling softly. “me too.” she whispers. she adjusts herself in your lap, squirming under your affections, and you groan as your cock reacts immediately. she blinks at you, surprised, and moves her hips with more purpose. she grinds down on you directly, and you both gasp.

“fuck, baby.” you mumble, wrapping your arms around her tighter. she giggles.

“did that feel good? hmm?” she teases you, grinding down again and letting out a breathy little whimper.

“i think i should be asking you that.” you tease back, unwrapping your arms in favor of placing your hands on her hips. saying nothing, you thrust up against her, using your grip to keep her in place. sparks float behind your eyes, pleasure building.

the two of you sit there for a moment, just breathing. she leans down and kisses you again, soft and sweet.

“if…you want to,” you breathe out, “we could…maybe take this to the bedroom?”

she nods, untangling herself from your lap to stand and make her way back to your room. she looks over her shoulder at you, smirking as she removes her top, revealing only bare skin, no bra. you stand from the couch and nearly trip in your haste, darting around it to catch up to her. you wrap your arms around her once more, walking the both of you the final steps into your bedroom.

you turn her in your arms, leaning down to kiss her deeply before reaching for her shorts. “tell me,” you whisper, “are you bare under here too? or will my fingers find soaked panties?”

“i guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?” she whispers back, biting her lip.

you’re sorely tempted to bite that lip yourself, but there are more important tasks at hand. you walk the two of you towards your bed, not stopping until her legs hit the mattress. “lay down and get comfortable.” you tell her. “you’re going to be in this bed for a long fucking time if i have anything to say about it.”

she looks up at you, smiling, as she pulls off her shorts. bare beneath them.

you groan at the sight, removing your own clothes. “you knew exactly what would happen when you came here, didn’t you?”

she shrugs, her hands coming up to play with her tits. “maybe you let it slip last month when we were drunk that you wanted to be my boyfriend.”

you frown, thinking of the night she’s talking about. “i don’t remember being that drunk.”

she pinches her nipples and gasps, and you don’t wait for an answer. it doesn’t matter, anyway. what matters is this - this moment right here, where she becomes yours in all the ways you’ve dreamt of.

you kneel between her legs, kissing all over her body, mindful of her little gasps and whimpers so you know which spots to give extra attention to.

“i’ve - fuck - dreamt about this so many times.” she admits, barely above a whisper. she’s gripping your sheets, and for a moment, you think this might be the most beautiful she’s ever been.

but you haven’t made her cum yet.

and the night is young.