Fan Fiction ❯ The Incident ❯ The Incident ( Chapter 1 )

:The Incident:

 

I can't help it. I wanted him so badly. That day, my hand had a mind of its own. It seemed to come to life as it stroked between my thighs, I don't know how, or why it was happening. But I didn't care. I didn't give a roaring shit. Not at all. It didn't matter. I was horny and that was the only thing running through my mind.

 

I spread my thighs even farther, of how he would do it and I found myself trying to recall just how much pressure he'd put into the hug he'd given me earlier in order to achieve the same deadly effect he had on me. It was wrong, I know.

 

But it felt so good.

 

So damn good.

 

Too damn good.

 

I stroked, thinking of how wrong it was to be imagining him with me.

 

That only made the inferno worse.

 

I'm still able to get off on how the thrill makes my insides quiver. You know, that thrill of quite possibly getting caught with your hand in the sugar bowl (sugar hole in my case). But that sensation was the only thing on my mind: the sensation of wanting, of needing. My strokes were getting faster, faster…faster.

 

It suddenly occurred to me that since I was in the large bathroom of his even larger house (no idea how I'd gotten there) that I'd definitely get caught.

 

The pace of my hand quickened.

 

I moaned. I groaned. Every sexual sound that had ever been conceived by man escaped my lips.

 

Am I crazy?

 

Maybe.

 

Here I am, sitting on the edge of the bathtub in my best friend's bathroom…pleasuring myself. As if it's my last mortal day on Earth.

 

And not only that, but I'm actually getting off on the probability that he'll catch me!

 

Is that wrong?

 

Tell me, is it wrong to love someone with all your spirit? Is it a sin to want to be held every now and then?

 

If it is… then I'm going straight to hell.

 

If you think about it, it's actually a very sexy idea

 

Rubbing that hardened nub between your legs until you want to sob in frustration because you can't decide whether you want to hurry up and cum…or if need to draw out the sugary torture.

 

It's difficult.

 

Suddenly, the door swings open.

 

Oh. Shit.

 

What do I do?

 

What would you?

 

The door is open, but you can't stop. You're so close to reaching that level. So damn close to completion.

 

You stare with wide eyes at your best friend, your hand still working between your legs.

 

He stares back. Something strange enters his eyes.

 

You close your eyes and brace for the sound of his booming voiced, berating you for fucking yourself in his bathroom.

 

The thunder never comes.

 

You open your eyes.

 

He's standing over you.

 

Watching.

 

Watching as your hand drives you crazy as it seeks the release your body craves.

 

He reaches out.

 

For the first time, your hand stills, curious as to he wants…