My bedroom door clicked open quietly. I snuck my head out like I could be shot at any moment, but the coast was clear. My parents were still downstairs.
I ducked back inside and shut the door again. Okay. We were probably safe, sound wise at least. I took a shaky breath. Why was I so fucking nervous? Maybe it was the prospect of crawling into bed with the guy behind me.
"Seeing how loud you can get?" Lee questioned teasingly.
"Um, I'm actually quiet when watching a movie. You won't hear a peep out of me."
"Right, the movie. Almost forgot about that. Now are you going to get comfy or not?" My best friend was working his jeans down now, making his bulky package strain against his grey briefs as he moved. His briefs were so short it he might as well have been wearing nothing. They were clearly too small. Or his dick was too big.
I massaged my temples, feeling hot. Having my friend over with my parents home was bad enough, but now we were going to, like, cuddle up in bed. Rubbing against each other. After I couldn't stop myself from kissing him a little while ago, I doubted I'd be able to muster any resistance if--when--he started groping me again.
"Pants," Lee ordered like he was my drill sergeant.
"Why?" I managed weakly. "Any particular reason we need to be half-naked?"
"You get under the covers fully clothed? What are you, some weirdo? Besides, it'll be three hundred degrees otherwise. Now hurry up."
"Okay, fine," I muttered, grateful there was some excuse as to why I was doing this. The nervous feeling in my stomach was mostly excitement, but I didn't want to think about that. I worked my pants down, exposing the silky white briefs that I may or may not have worn knowing that this type of thing might happen.
"Oooh, look at you," Lee marveled. "What were you thinking about when you put those on?"
"Nothing. Why? Do you like them?" Fuck. Why had I said that?
"They make you look pretty cute. Like you're trying to get felt up."
I blushed. "You could have just left it at the 'cute' part. But... thanks, or something."
Lee was smirking as he clambered onto my bed in nothing but his briefs. "You're getting better at being honest. Remember when I was calling you girly and you wanted to act all offended? Like it didn't turn you on?"
"Yeah, I remember you constantly pushing me around! But I admitted everything you wanted me to, okay? Like... like calling you hot, and saying I wanted to s-suck you off and stuff..."
"Not everything," Lee commented from the bed.
I met his dark eyes for a second before having to murmur, "Look, just m-make room, okay? It's a queen size bed--not exactly massive."
"It's built for two. And you're more of a princess than a queen anyway."
"Whatever," I shot back weakly, crawling onto my soft sheets. Lee had already made himself comfortable, sprawling his muscular legs out, and was dragging the covers over. Gingerly I slid onto my side next to him, and soon began to feel the heat radiating off of his skin.
Realizing it would be awkward facing him, I wriggled onto my other side for a view of the tv. Lee was just behind me, shifting the bed back and forth as he moved. I felt his hairy thigh brush against the back of mine.
"Stop wiggling," I whispered. Lee's muscular arm rubbed against my waist as he shifted me. My shirt was too short, damn it. I flinched when I felt my back rub against his chest. Oh god, he was inches behind me. And Lee didn't move his arm, but instead let it rest on my waist like a heavy weight. I could feel his hot breath on my ear now.
"Aren't you a little too comfy?" I asked shrilly.
"Spooning is natural if there isn't a lot of space."
"You want to spoon?"
Apparently he did, because all of the sudden I felt his body begin to press against me. His arm tightened around me and his hand found my stomach. His thighs began brushing against the backs of mine. It was so warm against his skin. My breaths came faster. He was holding me.
"What are friends for?" Lee murmured in my ear. His face was right there next to mine. His nose brushed my neck and I had to choke back a little girly squeak.
"Stop! I only got in front of you so I can see the tv," I reasoned in hushed tones, even though my eyes had barely touched on the screen since I'd started whatever the movie was. "That doesn't mean I'm a little spoon."
"I think we both know you're the little spoon."
I flushed. "What, my...? It's... it's not that small." My hand involuntarily pressed down against my throbbing penis. I was super hard from all this, my body coursing with arousal from this humiliation.
"It's pretty small, but it's cute. There. Are you happy? I can compliment you too."
"Like I want you to call my cock cute! It's not supposed to be!"
"Well, it suits you. You wouldn't be as sexy if you looked like a guy." Lee was pressing his nearly nude body against me, and I could feel his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His thighs were pinned to mine, but more than that I could feel his package right there, pressing against my butt cheek and suffusing it with warmth.
I had to close my eyes, trying to order my thoughts. He was calling me sexy now, even though he was saying I looked like a girl. That was really exciting, wasn't it? Even if it was kind of backhanded? I didn't know. It was no use trying to block out the sensation of my friend's dick pressing into my butt.
"So I'm a girl to you? Or... what did you say?"
I had lost the thread of the conversation--all I could focus on was the contours of Lee's penis rubbing my ass cheek through our briefs. He was really pressing it into me too. I thought I could feel him grinding his hips against my butt now, perceptibly shifting back and forth against me. My eyelids fluttered. Fuck!
"Like this butt," my friend was saying, his lips brushing my ear. "I like this girly butt, okay? It's just so soft." His junk ground against me. It was starting to feel stiff now, and bigger than before. He must've been getting hard too.
