We were binge watching a show we'd seen all the through too many times to count. Tess fell asleep, taking the whole blanket with her. It was a little past her normal bedtime, but she has tried to rally since we don't get to see each other very often. Our normal hang was to put on some series, like The Office, and half-watch, catching each other up on everything we could think of since last time we talked. We'd been friends for ages, but weren't talk-every-day friends. I had moved away and was visiting, crashing for a night on her couch.
Tess and I had met through work years before, getting to know each other as professionals and then as friends too. We were very different people, but had a mutual interest in humanity, psychology, and art that always made for good conversation.
Yes, this was a platonic relationship. I think I knew deep down that we wouldn't be a good long-term relationship match and since each of us had other romantic intrigue in our lives, it never became a factor for us. This didn't mean I wasn't attracted to Tess. She was beautiful. Tall, lithe, glowing skin, green-brown eyes, long hair: elegant.
Recently, I found we'd become more comfortable speaking plainly about topics we never spoke about much. Sex, relationships (which both of us were in), and politics. I always wanted to know what she had to say on a controversial subject and she never seemed judge mental about what I had to say. I think knowing we were both had known each other for so long and were in long term relationships made it easier to talk about more spicy subjects. I valued our friendship a lot. Tess would, even after not taking for awhile, go out of her way to see you when her schedule permitted: a good friend.
So there we were, catching up, sharing the good, bad, and difficult about our relationships, careers, lives.There was something I had been nervous to talk about: my sex life. It was...complicated. My girlfriend had, for a long time, been unable to be sexually active. I didn't want to be with anyone else, but couldn't help but be way more frustrated than usual. My girlfriend understood and quietly alluded to me finding other ways of dealing with this issue. It was scary to feel open-ended about a relationship was so closed-and-shut amazing in every other conceivable way. I knew that repression was bad, but felt like I had no other choice at the moment.
Tess, on the other hand, was in a long-term relationship with some challenges but nothing too existential from what I gathered.
I had been trying to masturbate less, in the hopes it would overall reduce my sex drive, and since I was couch surfing for the week, this was super easy. I wasn't trying to get myself off at a friend's place.
But as the clock rolled towards midnight, and Tess fell asleep, I was still watching TV. The show was pretty innocuous, but I always had a crush on one the the actresses. And this episode featured her heavily in this beautiful black dress with a plunging neckline. And I started to get hard on the couch, with Tess sleeping a foot from me.
I don't know what came over me. I was so comfortable, Tess was out cold, and I was harder than I'd been in weeks. Without thinking, I was readjusting myself in my comfortable athletic shorts, feeling sensitive even with that much contact. And my fingers kept running gently up and down my shaft, nervously glancing over to Tess on the couch.
After a minute or so, I felt like it was safe to do more. I slowly pulled my hard on down through the right leg of my shorts. Tess was to my left and I thought this would be somehow less conspicuous.
Of course, the best scenes with this actress were ending and I wanted something else to stimulate my appetite, so I grabbed my phone and turned the volume down, letting the show run on the TV.
I decided I didn't need much and instead of finding a video to inevitably fast forward through, fixating on the climax and scrolling back again and again to watch, I found a picture. A perfect, tan, fit body to create a fantasy about. Even from gently stroking my cock, precum started to emerge from the tip and I wiped it on my thigh, trying to keep this as contained and subtle as I could. With the brightness on my phone low, my browser on incognito, and my stroking making zero noise, I could finally concentrate on pleasure.
I found a picture of a fit, skinny woman with caramel skin, her huge tits defying gravity under a cropped shirt she had pulled up to her neck. It was simple, perfect, and beautiful. I imagined myself going down on her, grabbing her tits, thrusting my cock between them, fucking her until I erupted on her exquisite body.
My cock was throbbing and it occurred to me that I had no idea how much of a mess I was about to make after waiting a week to cum. I needed something. I couldn't just explode all over my leg, the floor, the couch...it was too risky. I had to find something to contain this. But I just wouldn't go to the bathroom and do it there. I realized I was so hard because this was risky. It was totally out of character for me. Was this a serious breach in my relationship? Was this totally unfair to Tess? Maybe. Maybe. These thoughts racing through my mind helped me gain enough wherewithal to find some tissues. I slowly got up from the couch, keeping my dick as tucked into my short leg as I could and crept over to a box of tissues on her kitchen counter. I tried to silently pull three out of the box, but the sound of each pull was deafening to me, even though the TV show was still playing and Tess hasn't stirred. I froze for a moment and then made my way back to the couch.
I sat back down, tissues in hand and started to get my dick back out when Tess stirred. I froze, scared to glance over in the dim light of the living room lit up by just the flickering TV. Tess seemed to be asleep, but after a moment, she shifted around to my side of the couch and laid her head down right next to me. If I put my left arm down, it would be on her face. I was stuck. If I moved, I'd wake her up. If I finished I would wake her up. If I stayed put, she'd eventually wake up and find me with tissues and possibly a hard on. I thought to myself, "you need to get these tissues into your pocket, quit this shit, wake Tess up, and when she goes to bed, you can finish the job." With my right hand, I got the tissues into my right pocket and after making sure my dick was at least contained in my shorts, I put my left hand on Tess' shoulder.
"Hey, Tess." I whispered. "You fell asleep. Wanna go to bed?"
"Huh?" She stirred, a little groggy. "Oh. No. It's ok, I'm up. You leave tomorrow I wanna spend time with you." I could hear she was too tired to talk but gathered that she wanted to at least hang on the couch a bit more.
In an effort to right herself up, she moved her right arm for leverage. And groggily placed her hand on me when she meant to use the couch. But when she brought her hand down, it grazed my dick, which was still hard. She pushed herself upright and was silent. I was petrified, unable to tell if she was conscious enough to know what she felt or not.
After a moment of silence, she said, "This show is kinda hot sometimes, right?"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She knew. And now she was teasing me. At least she wasn't angry from what I could tell.
Thinking it would be foolish to deny anything, I replied.
"God, yeah. Sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I was just waiting for it to go away."
"Do not apologize. I get it. I think the show's kinda hot too. And you've already told me how difficult it's been at home in that department so. It's natural."
"Thank you for being so understanding. It's pretty embarrassing." I said, quietly.
"Stop it! Ok, ok. We've never talked about this before but...do you watch porn?"
