yler said, squirting me with the bodywash, “You missed a bit!” I was too gobsmacked to do anything other than cover my lady bits, Tyler ran out laughing.
I stood aghast. Not only aghast but twinging in between my legs. The twinge turned to a throb as I envisioned him stood by my toilet with his cock in his hand. I closed my eyes trying to shut the image out when the next image was the one he would have seen of me as he pulled the curtain back before I had chance to react. A full frontal nude as I was rinsing my hair. Also I’d done what the girls in the magazines were doing and shaved my bush so I was bald. He had literally seen ‘everything’.
I got dried and dressed and made my way back to my bedroom. Tyler had got back in bed.
“Do you not have a hangover?”
“Uh huh!” he said. But not so much of a one that he couldn’t pull the stupid stunt on me in the shower I thought.
“I’ll dry my hair downstairs then.” I said and bent to get my hairdryer out of the bedside drawer. Tyler kicked the quilt off. It was the kind of motion he’d do because he was too hot or too uncomfortable. He was also still very naked and his cock was getting hard. Despite myself I stood and stared, for some reason I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his manhood. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock.
“Tyler!” I snapped yanking my hand back as if it had been scalded. He laughed.
“Fuck off!” I said and stormed from the room.
I spent the day in work. I spent my evening on D & G, mum and Jane went out. I got into bed about midnight. I read some of King’s IT, and I started thinking about Tyler, lying right here, totally naked, and touching his cock. I stripped off, and for the first time in my life I pleasured myself. My clit was swollen as were my vaginal lips before I even touched them. I thought about him lying next to me, naked and just as I was mid orgasm the bedroom door opened and Tyler ‘sneaked’ in.
I pretended to be asleep. ‘Shit I’m naked’ I thought as I was aware of him getting undressed at the side of the bed.
I felt the quilt rise, Tyler slide into bed beside me, the quilt stay up. With absolute horror I realised he was looking at my naked body. Worse I felt him playing with something then there was the flash of a camera light.
My eyes shot open.
“Tyler WHAT THE FUCK!” I snapped. I was too annoyed to be ashamed of my nudity for all of about a second when I pulled the quilt over myself. Tyler laughed, I punched him in the arm, he laughed harder.
“Tyler delete that picture!”
“No!” he laughed.
I tried to grab the phone out of his hand, he stretched his arm out on the other side of him still laughing and taking more pictures. I was trying to stay covered, not touch him and grab the phone. “Tyler give me the fucking phone!” I hissed.
“It’s ok you can shout, mum and Aunty Jackie are at my house tonight.” I could hear the mirth in Tyler’s voice and it irritated the fuck out of me.
He’d stopped taking pictures I could see the silhouette of his arm, the flashing of the little light so I made a dive for the phone with both hands, I missed as he snatched it out of reach. I landed with my breasts against his chest. I gave up, and pushed myself back over to my side of the bed. He started going through the phone.
“There!” He said and pointed the screen to me. “I took a picture of my cock!” Tyler laughed again. “I knew you were awake I was just winding you up!.
“Go home Tyler.” I said. I’d had enough of his silly games. He put the bedside lamp on, he leaned up on his elbow, I’d pulled the quilt so it was covering me. I was close to tears.
“We’re not seven anymore, Tyler. It’s not a good idea that you get into my bed naked. It’s not a good idea that you squirt me with shower gel while I’m in the shower naked. It doesn’t mean shit to you, but I’m not…” I couldn’t think of an appropriate term for the situation.
Tyler leaned over, turned my face to his and kissed me. Not the peck I’d had from Sting, but tongue down throat.
“Stop fucking teasing me!” I said pushing him off, turning and facing away from him. He slid right up to me. I slid nearer to the edge of the bed. He slid up behind me, I could feel his erection pressed against my back I was on the edge of the bed with no further to go.
“STOP IT!” I yelled sitting up. Then realising my breasts were bare pulled the quilt up.
“I am not this week's conquest if that’s what you’re thinking!” By now my eyes were filled with angry tears.
“I realised why I hit Sting.” He said, lying flat on his back. I knew I gave him a confused look. “I knew you were in Mc D’s. I situated myself and that girl outside. I wanted you to come out and claim me.”
I knew my look was even more confused than ever.
“Since the night we lost Trixie I’ve known, the only girl for me is my best friend. I’m sorry that I don’t know how to romance you.”
“Stop talking shit.” I said still angry but a little less angry than I had been.
He slid the quilt off himself. He had a throbbing hard on. He reached over and gently started pulling the quilt off me. My eyes transfixed on his manhood. Slowly he slid the quilt down, baring my breasts. Slowly over my belly. I pulled my knees up. Slowly over my knees and I just didn’t stop him. Instead I sat looking at his cock.
As the quilt disappeared off my toes he slid his hand through the bend in my knees and started stroking me.
“Wow you’re wet.” He said as he pulled himself up and started to kiss me.
Of course that was ten years ago. We went through college and university together. We broke up a couple of times too, but we always got back together because you see that’s what best friends do.