Mike sat in his room, bored on yet another Friday night during the summer. He was getting quite sick of it and wanted to have something to do but all of his friends seemed to be busy. That was until his phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey Mike, it's Lyndsay."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much. I was wondering if you would wanna come to my house and hang out for a while tonight."
"Yeah, that'd be cool."
"Come by whenever."
"Ok. I'll see ya in like twenty."
"Ok. Cya soon."
"Bye."
Mike wondered what Lyndsay would want to do. They had been friends for a few years now, but nothing more than that as Mike's friend Cal had been dating Lyndsay for most of that time. They had not hung out much without Cal around, but it had been a month since the two had broken up and Cal already was with another girl so he figured it wouldn't be any type of problem. Mike showered quickly got dressed and drove over to Lyndsay's house.
He got inside her house and she invited him to sit on the couch well she got some lemonade. He had always found her attractive. Tonight she was wearing nothing all that special, but Mike still somehow found it provocative. She had on a pair of tight fitting low rise jeans (Mike knew Lyndsay knew that he always loved to when a girl wore something like that) and a tank top. The top was not very low cut, but it still went down just enough so you could see a little bit of cleavage. Mike made a mental not to do his best not to look.
Lyndsay returned with the lemonade and handed Mike his glass before bending down to place her cup on the table. When she bent over, she gave Mike a nice view of her perfectly rounded ass and he could see just a little bit of it peaking out of her jeans. Mike instantly felt a little tingly in his crotch. He hadn't had sex in almost six months and had considered masturbating before coming over just in case but had decided against it. Now he was wishing he had. He tried to shift slightly to hide his steadily growing erection, with the hope it would go away. Lyndsay finally sat down, it seemed like she had taken her time while bent over, and was right next to Mike.
"So how have you been?" Mike asked.
"Pretty good, I've been keeping busy to keep my mind off things."
"That's always good."
"Yeah, but I don't really wanna talk about things like that tonight."
"Ok, if you ever do though you can talk to me."
"Thanks. So you wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure, what do you got?"
"I got something good."
With that Lyndsay turned on the tv and dvd player with a clicker and the movie was loading. Mike didn't bother to ask as he would find out soon enough. As it turned out the movie was Taking Lives starring Angelina Jolie. Mike was satisfied as he liked to see Angelina Jolie and happened to like the movie. Lyndsay left the lights on and snuggled up next to Mike more for comfort than anything intimate.
As the movie progressed Lyndsay would occasionally get up to get one thing or another. Each time Mike watched her ass as she walked by. He couldn't help himself, it looked too good to keep his eyes off of. After the first couple times her jeans rode down just a little bit more to reveal even more of her to him. He knew he saw a thong, and he couldn't help it as his erection shot up to full size. He could only hope Lyndsay wouldn't notice it upon her return. She came back, but stopped at the table to bend down and pick up her drink. This time revealing just a little bit more cleavage to Mike's ever attentive eyes. When she finally sat down she said, "I bet you like this next scene." Mike didn't say anything, but he knew she was right when he realized what it was. It was a steamy sex scene that of course again involved Angelina Jolie.
By this point he was really uncomfortable as his erection seemed to be trying to break free from his pants. There was no hiding it now. When the scene ended Lyndsay paused the movie. She looked down and said, "Well I guess I was right"
"Sorry there's nothing I can do about it."
"Well I guess there is something you could do about it."
"What?"
"I'm pretty sure you know what I mean. You can't tell me that you don't want to."
"Well..ah...yeah I guess I do."
"The bathroom is just down the hall, first door on your left. Don't worry it locks and everything. I won't think any different of you."
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, if you want I'll play the scene again for you."
"No, that's ok. I may not be able to make it through watching it again."
"Alright then, just try and keep all your cum in the toilet."
Mike's face already looked shocked, but after that it looked even more surprised, so Lyndsay spoke again.
"What does it shock you when I say cum?"
"Yeah I guess."
"Ok well go take care of yourself so we can both enjoy the rest of the movie."
Mike got up and headed to the bathroom still debating if he should actually go through with this or not. By the time he entered the bathroom and locked the door he realized he had to do it, now he just had to make sure it didn't seem to fast.
He pulled down his pants and positioned his cock so it should shoot straight into the toilet. He started slowly stroking and let his thoughts rush into his head. He tried to picture Angelina Jolie, but all he could was the image of Lyndsay walking with the top of her ass hanging out just enough to see her thong. He imagined bending her over the couch and ramming her pussy with all the force he could. He could feel himself thrusting in and out while one her felt her ass and the other worked on her breasts. His stroke speed increased to rapid and the picture of Lyndsay became even clearer in his mind. He could hear her moans. That was all he could take, he let out of soft moan as he spurted into the toilet. He had never gotten this much pleasure or come this hard without a girl actually being involved.
Everything slowly came back into focus and he returned to reality. He made sure everything was cleaned up, including his hands, and returned to the living where Lyndsay was waiting patiently on the couch. He sat down next to her slightly blushing. She started the conversation.
"You feel better."
"Yeah definitely."
"That's good, Angelina make you come hard?"
