Sharing A Bed With My Best Friends Girl: “i always wondered what your dick feel like” x Jak Knife

Title: “The Forbidden Fruit: A Taste of Taboo”

The night was dark, the moon hidden behind thick clouds, as if nature itself conspired to keep the scandalous events of that fateful eve secret. Inside the cozy apartment, two unlikely lovers found themselves in a compromising position—one that would forever change the dynamics of their friendship.

Brody, the laid-back stoner, sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the television screen as he nursed a beer. His best friend’s girlfriend, Jessa, sauntered into the living room, her ample curves barely concealed by a flimsy negligee. She plopped down beside him, her thigh brushing against his. “Mind if I join you?” she purred, her voice as smooth as honey.

Brody gulped, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh, sure. Help yourself,” he stammered, cursing himself for the awkward response.

Jessa reached for the remote, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her negligee as she stretched. “Let’s see what’s on,” she murmured, flipping through the channels.

Brody couldn’t help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the light played across her skin. His heart raced as she settled on a softcore porn movie, the tantalizing moans and sighs filling the room.

Jessa shifted closer, her knee now resting against his. “You ever fantasized about doing something like that?” she whispered, nodding towards the screen.

Brody’s mouth went dry. He licked his lips, trying to find the words. “Sometimes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jessa turned to face him, her hand resting on his thigh. “I have too,” she confessed, her eyes locked with his. “Especially with you.”

The admission hung in the air, thick with tension. Brody felt a stirring in his groin, his heart pounding in his chest. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

Jessa leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’ve always wondered what your dick feels like,” she breathed, her hand sliding higher up his thigh.

Brody’s breath caught in his throat. He knew he should push her away, that this was wrong, but he found himself powerless to resist. As if on autopilot, his hand reached out, cupping her breast through the negligee. Jessa let out a soft moan, arching into his touch.

“I want you, Brody,” she whimpered, her hand now cupping the growing bulge in his pants. “Please, let me taste you.”

With a groan, Brody gave in to his desires. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hands roamed her body. Jessa moaned into the kiss, her hands fumbling with his belt.

In a fevered rush, they undressed each other, clothes flying haphazardly across the room. Jessa sank to her knees before him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing erection. “Oh my God, it’s so big,” she breathed, stroking him reverently.

“Suck it,” Brody growled, his hand tangling in her hair. “I need your mouth on me.”

Jessa obliged, her lips wrapping around his cock head. She suckled gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Brody’s knees nearly buckled from the sensation, his hips jutting forward instinctively.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he panted, his eyes rolling back in bliss as she took him deeper.

Jessa bobbed her head, her hand matching the rhythm of her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight suction that had Brody seeing stars.

“Enough,” he gasped, pulling her off his cock. “I need to be inside you.”

Jessa climbed to her feet, a wicked grin on her face. She turned around, bending over the arm of the couch. Her pussy, pink and glistening with arousal, beckoned him like a siren’s call.

Brody needed no further invitation. He stepped forward, his cock nudging against her entrance. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her, burying a guttural moan.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips.

Jessa moaned, pushing back against him. “Yes, give it to me,” she urged, her voice thick with need.

Brody set a punishing pace, his cock driving into her pussy with earnest force. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their lustful moans.

“Harder,” Jessa pleaded, her nails digging into the couch cushion. “Fuck me harder.”

Brody obliged, his hips slamming into her with bruising force. The couch creaked beneath them, rattling with each powerful thrust.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, feeling the pressure building at the base of his spine.

“Me too,” Jessa cried, her body tensing. “Don’t hold back, fill me up.”

With a primal roar, Brody buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Jessa moaned his name, her pussy clamping down around him as she found her own release.

They collapsed together, Brody’s body draped over hers as they struggled to catch their breath. As the post-coital haze began to clear, reality started to sink in.

“Shit, what have we done?” Brody muttered, his mind reeling.

Jessa turned her head, meeting his gaze. “What we’ve both wanted for months,” she replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “And now that we’ve had a taste, I’m not sure I can go back.”

Brody knew she was right. The taboo nature of their encounter had only served to heighten the pleasure, the forbidden fruit tasting all the sweeter.

As they righted themselves, dressing in silence, Brody couldn’t help but wonder what the future held. Would this be a one-time thing, a momentary lapse in judgment? Or would their newfound intimacy lead to more?

Only time would tell. But one thing was certain—the night’s events had forever changed the dynamics of their friendship, and neither could deny the thrill that came with such a risk.