This is a work of fiction or a dramatization based on actual events. All characters, real or fictional, are 19 years of age or older. Please read responsibly. If you are reading one-handed, please enjoy and remember to take appropriate measures to control excessive spillage of any fluid emissions.
I'd spent the morning with my cousin down the street, splashing around in her pool and sneaking beers from her folks' fridge. At some point during the morning, I thought once again to myself how nice it was that we'd grown from bratty, squabbling kids to good friends and confidants - and, sometimes these days, co-conspirators in mischief of one sort or another.
We were only distant cousins; three or four removes, but we'd grown up together and were closer than some of my actual cousins. I felt at ease and comfortable around her, despite the fact that she'd blossomed into a super-attractive, shapely young woman, while I was still essentially a gawky kid waiting for my beard to come in. She didn't make me feel awkward at all.
Except when I caught glimpses of her tan lines peeking out of her suit, or watched the water cascade off of her full, ripe breasts. I put these images and others like them down almost as soon as they cropped up, though. We were friends. That was special to me and I wasn't about to fuck it up by letting my hormones run away and lead me to say or do something stupid that would spoil things.
When the sun got high and hot and we had the beginning of a good buzz on, she suggested we go enjoy the air conditioned indoors and watch a movie. We both showered off the pool water and she hung our suits out to dry while I was still toweling off.
"What am I gonna wear," I asked through the door when she told me what she'd done.
"Fresh towel, same as me, Silly," she said. "Top stack on the left in the closet."
I wrapped myself up and went out to find her scrolling through Netflix options on the TV. She'd made a crap-ton of popcorn and it filled a big bowl on the coffee table. The hot and buttery aroma filled my nose and piqued my hunger. She'd gotten two fresh beers out of the fridge as well, and they sat there, sweating beside the bowl.
We sat on the couch and she tossed a huge lightweight throw blanket over both of us as the show started. She moved the bowl of popcorn between us and passed me one of the beers. We munched and sipped contentedly as we watched.
Soon after we were settled, she casually pulled her towel off and pulled it out from under the blanket. "Don't wanna get too hot," she said. "You wanna hand me yours? I'll put 'em both on the chair for later." She tossed hers over the back of the recliner beside her.
I tugged mine off awkwardly, then pulled it out and handed it to her. It was more comfortable, yes, but kind of weird all the same; to be naked together under the same blanket with her. Weird and arousing. Best not think of that too much, though, or I'd get way
too
aroused.
We watched together, sipping and snacking. She would look over at me from time to time. I didn't make anything of it and kept watching, eating popcorn, and nursing my beer.
Her fingertips would brush my hand or arm from time to time as I reached for more popcorn. I didn't mind.
At one point she adjusted position and her knee briefly brushed my thigh. The thought suddenly came back to me insistently:
We're essentially naked here. Naked together!
I tried to push the thought down and just watch and enjoy her company and the show, but the thought persisted. I found myself glancing towards her more frequently.
Finally she caught me looking as she, too, snuck a glance over at me.
"This is pretty fun, huh?" She curled a smile at me that on anyone else I'd have instantly thought of as 'naughty'.
"What," I probed.
"You. Me. Watching TV. No clothes on."
"Yeah," I said, not sure where, if anywhere this was going. "Drinking beers, breaking rules. That's one reason I like hanging out with you so much: You're such a rebel."
"I'm not rebelling against anything, Silly" she said.
"Okay."
"I just enjoy being naughty."
I laughed at that.
"You ok? It's not making you
uncomfortable
, is it?"
I wasn't sure, but it almost sounded like she meant 'uncomfortable' as some kind of code for something.
"No, I'm ok, thanks."
There was a long pause before she spoke again. Her question was completely unexpected and something of a shock. "Are you masturbating?"
"What?!" I thought I knew what she was asking, but I deflected. "Are you asking if I've discovered my penis yet, or if I'm playing with myself right now?"
"Right now," she confirmed.
I extemporized. "Oh. Good. Because I was pretty sure we'd had that other conversation already."
"We did," she confirmed.
"Oh, good," I sighed. "Glad we covered that."
"So what about now," she persisted.
"Now? No. No! What would... whatever made you think to ask that?!"
"Oh, no reason. Just curious," she remarked enigmatically, as if she'd just asked me what the time was.
She brought her hand out from under the blanket and raised one finger to her lips. She sucked delicately on her fingertips before reaching over to grab another handful of popcorn.
"I was just thinking how brazen it would be, you know; how utterly daring and hot it would be to be sneaking a secret wank under the blanket, right here next to you - to me - on the couch. Naked."
She popped her gathered morsel of popcorn into her mouth and the kernels crunched softly but audibly between her teeth. She licked her fingertips clean again before sliding her hand back under the blanket.
"Why would I..." I stopped because right then I thought of exactly why I might be aroused; her, naked, right next to me. I didn't want to make her think I wasn't affected by that at all because I was, I just...
It came out all jumbled, just the way it was in my head at the moment. "I mean even if I were aroused, and I mean I
should
be, right? I mean I've got every reason to; you, you're here and, well... Okay. Still I'm not gonna..."
"Touch yourself," she interjected. "Why not?" She drew her hand from under the blanket again and brought her fingertips to her lips. I thought I smelled something like lilacs and balsamic over the buttery scent of the popcorn.
"Well, I don't think I could... I mean, I wouldn't want to..."
"Make me uncomfortable?"
"Yeah. That,"
"I wouldn't be."
"No? Even if you knew I were... was... well, practically masturbating right here next to you!?"
"No. I wouldn't be shocked or anything. I'd just think it was kind of - you know...hot."
"Oh."
She looked at me expectantly. I rushed to reassure her that it certainly wasn't for lack of inspiration that I wasn't stroking my cock madly right there beside her right then. "Well if I was - were; if I were playing with myself right now, it'd be because you've certainly given me plenty of me reason to."
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Be specific," she said, smiling her naughty smile now.
"Well, you're really pretty and.. well you're a girl..."
"Thanks for noticing," she interjected.
"And you look really good in a bathing suit."
"Thanks." She paused a beat then said provocatively in a low, bedroom voice, "But I'm not wearing
anything
right now."
"No. You're not. So, good thing we've got a blanket, yeah?"
"Yeah," she said. She adjusted herself under the blanket and her bare knee brushed against mine again, less briefly.
"So you're not playing with yourself over there?"
I'd got over the initial shock of this new topic and decided to try and treat it just like any other subject of bantering between us. "Well, I might not tell you if I were, right? Wouldn't that add to the thrill if I was doing it secretly."
"I can understand that."
I pressed, "But you'd find that exciting?"
