I accidentally saw my best friend's butt plug while giving her a steamy massage...

\*Names changed and some dialog altered for clarity\*

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"So let me get this straight. You want me to turn OFF my A/C."

Becca nodded. "Uh-huh."

"...until it's 85 degrees in here."

Another nod. "Yup."

"And THEN, you want *ME*. To give *YOU*. A massage."

Becca sighed. "I know, I know. I feel terrible asking you to turn your place into a sauna, but my roommates would never let me."

I opened my mouth to respond, but closed it again, contemplating my words. In truth, the thought of steaming up my apartment in the middle of July was strange, but far from the part of the request that tripped me up.

Becca and I had been friends since college. We started out as two peas in a big pod of a friend group, hanging out at bars or house parties or tailgates. After college, we ended up back in the same vicinity at the start of last year. Without the social blanket of a large friend group, we were forced to get to know each other in a more personal way. Breaking down those initial walls was certainly awkward at first, but it didn't take long for us to realize that we had a lot in common and that spending time as a pair was a blast.

Yet as close as we were, this friendship never entrenched on the boundaries of romantic. That being said, Becca was hot. REALLY hot. Big eyes, cute face, freckles, long hair, thick thighs, curvy waist, huge boobs and ass. I was aware of that, and Becca was equally as aware that I was aware of that.

Therein lied the issue with her request. She was asking me to massage her in a steamy, dimly lit room. Explaining away an extended glance at her cleavage is one thing. Getting a full-on erection while performing a perfectly-plutonic massage is another.

And yet, how could I let that be the reason to deny one of my best friends her heartfelt request?

I sighed, closing my eyes and putting my hands up in defeat. "Alright, if you say so."

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Hours later, I walked into my living room and took in the scene that awaited me. Becca had turned off the lights and closed all blinds and curtains, trying to remove all light besides the handful of candles she had lit and placed around the room, emitting scents of sandalwood and lavender. Where my coffee table had been was now a massage table, and on top of it was Becca, face-down. Two towels covered her person, one draped from below her shoulders to the center of her back, the other from just above her hips to the start of her thighs. I was wearing nothing but a pair of linen pants Becca had provided, so that I didn’t “sweat myself to death.”

*I am the master of my own body, my own mind.*

I walked over to the table, trying to focus on a fixed point on the floor.

“Ready when you are,” Becca announced calmly. With a deep breath, I started my task.

Part of the reason Becca had asked this of me specifically was that I had openly bragged about my massaging skills in the past. Like most insecure college boys, I had once sought different strategies to win a woman’s affection. One of said strategies I had arrived at was massages. Through a variety of YouTube videos and online articles, I familiarized myself with the general motions and technique. By no means was I a professional or even a full-on amateur, but I knew the general ideas and had received pretty good feedback from previous partners.

After looking through the selection of oils Becca had provided on a nearby side table, I made a choice and got to work. I started with her shoulders, trying to pour all my focus into the specific flexing and movement of my fingers. She let out a couple of soft grunts and involuntary “mmm’s” of approval. It seemed my intense focus on the massage itself was working so far, as I had yet to feel a significant stirring beneath my pants. The combination of the heat and the constant motion was effectively moistening my face and bare chest, but not in an uncomfortable way.

Once her shoulders had received ample attention, I was unsure of where to go next. Sensing my hesitation, Becca spoke up.

“I trust you, Cal. Just do what you would normally do.” After her reassurance, she caught herself. “Err, well, maybe not *everything* you would-”

I laughed aloud. “Got it.” The humor of the moment relieved some of the tension, which I was grateful for considering my next question. “I might need to, uh, reposition your towels, so are you, uh…”

Becca finished my thought. “Naked? Yeah.” There was a brief pause. “Is that okay?” she finished.

“Yeah, of course.” I said, calm as possible, trying not to let my voice betray me. “Makes the massage easier anyway.”

And with that, I resumed. I figured massaging her back next made the most sense, so I gently tugged her upper towel down to the small of her back. The newly-discovered terrain included the sides of her breasts being pushed out due to her face-down position. I felt a slight throb below my waist, but I was able to temper it by devoting my focus to working on her back. This must have been an area of greater tension for her, as her vocal satisfaction grew slightly louder and less suppressed.

After that, I got into a bit of a rhythm, aiding my laser focus. I worked her triceps and biceps shortly before returning the upper towel back to its original position. Then I shifted my focus downward, starting at her feet before moving up to her calves. But my biggest challenge was ahead of me as I looked at her thighs.

*She said do as I always do. If I ask again, it’s just going to make it awkward.*

So I continued on to her lower thighs, kneading the soft, supple flesh between my fingers. Feeling my focus waver, I had to close my eyes for this section, going based on feeling alone. I returned to my rhythm, thoroughly working both of her legs.

And then, disaster. My muscle memory kicked in, and I raised the lower towel to the small of her back, exposing my next area of focus, her ass. As if the sight of her supple, round, and sizeable ass wasn’t hard enough to shake, there was an unexpected surprise. A glint of something shining between her cheeks. Becca was wearing a butt plug adorned with a pink jeweled heart. I let out an involuntary “Oh…” and took a step back, admiring it. I couldn’t look away. Suddenly, I was taking in her whole lower half, naked and shining with oil and sweat. The minor throbbing beneath my pants had upgraded to a massive, pulsing erection pressing against the thin fabric of the linen pants.

Becca, still face-down on the table, must have realized what caused my reaction.

“Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have worn it. Sorry Cal…”

I blinked, still unable to look away. “Why, um, did you?” The question came out before I could think twice.

Becca responded quietly. “It’s embarrassing… but I wanted to know what it felt like to… get massaged while wearing it. And I wasn’t sure if a professional place would let me or kick me out or something. So I selfishly asked you instead.”

Her confession washed over me, but I was unable to process any reasonable reaction or response. My eyes remained glued to the pink jewel, imagining how it might look with her on her hands and knees and her back arched.

Noticing my silence, she picked her torso up and looked at my, covering her chest with the upper towel. “I hope you don’t hate me- ohh.”

Before I could react, her eyes had made their way down to my obvious protrusion beneath my pants. Shame coursed through me instantly, and I quickly spun around and faced my body the other way. “Fuck Becca, I’m- I’m sorry, I-”

I was interrupted by her sudden laughter. “Sorry for getting a boner? I’m the one that asked you to massage me naked and kept a butt plug in my ass. If anyone’s the perv here, it’s me.”

There she was, being understanding again. Relief washed over me as the weight of the situation was alleviated. “Fair point. At least we’re both pervs.”

She chuckled. “Yup. I bet you’re gonna jerk off to this later, perv.” She had thrown similar teases at me in the past, but never did I have any ammunition to retaliate with.

“Me? You sounded like you were getting off there at the table.” I turned back around to face her boldly, ignoring my obvious erection.

She looked back at me with her defiant expression she wore during our playful banter. “Listening closely, were you? Would you have preferred I moaned your name?”

I noticed that her eyes kept darting back to my lower half. “Oh how the tables have turned. I bet you gave me these pants for exactly this reason, perv.”

“Just concerned about the comfort of my dear friend.” She said, sweetly. “You’re looking a little uncomfortable down there.”

Whether from competitiveness or the lack of blood to my brain, I grew bold. “Actually, you’re right.” With a sudden move, I shed the linen pants from my body, standing completely naked in front of Becca. The quick removal of the fabric caused my hard cock to momentarily bob up and down. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

Becca was silent for a moment, her eyes locked on my recently exposed member. The look in her eyes changed ever so slightly, and her tone followed suit.  “Maybe I am the bigger perv. I can’t stop looking at it.”

Before I could stop myself, honestly came spilling out. “No, it’s definitely me. I wasn’t thinking about jerking off later. I was thinking about doing it now.”

My admission didn’t make her so much as avert her gaze. Calmly, she continued.  “You can if you want. You do still owe me the rest of my massage. Might as well take care of it real quick so you can get back to work.”

Any filter I once had was overpowered by lust. “Can I… keep looking at you? While I do it?”

She looked up at me with a straight face. “Is it bad that I want you to?”

“Yeah,” I replied earnestly. And without another word, my hand was encircling my shaft, and I began to stroke it while Becca watched, mere feet away. At this point, she was still face-down beneath the torso, with her upper half turned to face me. Her ass was still uncovered, my eyes were locked on the pink butt plug. Sensing my gaze, she embellished my view by raising her hips slightly in the air, providing a full view of the ping jewel in all its glory as well as a hint of the backside of her pussy, glistening with moisture. My own body was dripping with sweat at this point, so whether the wetness was sweat or pleasure I wasn’t sure, but I know I wanted it to be the latter.

Suddenly, I was talking. “It’s… really pretty Becca. The plug.

After my involuntary compliment, I heard her sharply inhale. “Careful, Cal. You know I’ve got a praise kink.”

I absentmindedly continued anyway. “I can’t see much of it, but… your pussy too. Looks beautiful. And soft. And…wet.”

My words seemed to have an effect. Prompted by my latest compliment, Becca turned fully on her back, spreading her legs open and confirming my initial suspicions. She was sweaty, yes, but the wetness that shone from her folds was undeniably from her pleasure. “Is that a better look?” She asked, voice dripping with desire.

My eyes widened in amazement. “Much better.” My legs seemed to move on their own, walking closer to her. In a moment, I was standing over her, examining her on the table, pleasuring myself in the process. Then, my attention migrated north to the only part of her body still hidden by a towel. She noticed my gaze. “If you want to see what’s underneath, then move the towel.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. With my unoccupied hand, I reached out, shaking. Once my fingers arrived at the top of the towel, I pulled downward. Becca’s beautiful breasts bounced free in a hypnotizing motion, and my hand brushed her pink, erect nipple on the way down. The contact made her gently moan, a sound that made my dick throb even harder in my hand.

“Christ,” Becca said, shakily. “Why does you looking at me naked turn me on so much?”

Her erotic confession made me lose all sense. I stopped stroking myself and put my hands to a different task. First, I reached out and caressed her left breast in my hand, my thumb gently resting on the nipple.

“Your nipples are really hard,” I said with a low voice. My sudden touch made her gasp even louder, her eyes meeting mine with a feral look. “And…” I continued, my other hand reaching between her legs, my index and middle finger tracing the skin around her opening. “You are soaking wet.” As I teased her pussy, she fiercely grabbed the table in pleasure, occasionally closing her eyes but continuing to look right at me.

She fought through my teasing to moan out another challenge. “The p-plug makes me really sensitive, mmm. You keep going and I might accidentally c-cum right in front of y-you.”

“Is that so? That would be embarrassing.” With that, I let my fingers slide deep inside of Becca, moving around her tight pussy. At the same time, I sped up the movements of my thumb around her nipple, adding additional pressure. She lost all composure then, her head falling back, lost in the pleasure. Moaning intensely and often, her own hand made its way to her clitoris, circling it in a fluid motion that looked well-practiced. Instead of moving my fingers inside of her, I went as deep as I could and curved my fingers slightly to massage the walls of her G-spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” I felt the walls of her insides clench around my fingers, pulsating in a simultaneous rhythm with her body. With a final groan of pleasure, she climaxed gracefully.

I gently exited my fingers from inside of her and removed my grip from her chest, watching in awe as she caught her breath from the experience. “Best…massage…ever.” She panted out. Then, with a grunt, she sat up and looked at me, still fully erect and covered in sweat.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.” She hoisted herself off the table and started walking slowly toward my bathroom, her ass moving rhythmically with every step. Once she stood outside the door, she looked over her shoulder. “Are you coming or what?”

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Before I knew it, we were crammed into my narrow shower, the warm water running over both of us. Becca was directly in front of the shower head while I stood behind her, and the lack of space combined with my cock at full length led to constant contact between her body and my tip. Each touch drove me wild, and she seemed to relish at my tortured pleasure.

After a few minutes, she turned around and looked at me, her body inches from mine, a devious look in her eyes. “Not a whole lot of room in here. One wrong move, and something reaaally bad could happen.”

Every fiber of reason in my body told me what I did next was a bad idea. And I did it anyway. I got as close to her as I could, my dick sliding between her thighs and resting right below her pussy. I reached my arms around her waist and down to her ass, lifting upward to hoist her against the tile wall. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as I positioned my dick underneath her, my tip spreading the folds of her pussy. “Something like this?” I grunted, letting her weight come down ever so slightly, my cock penetrating her deep inside. Mouth still agape, she looked down at my handiwork, the object of her teases now hidden within her. Looking back at me, she nodded, slow and longing.

I put my face an inch from hers. “The way your pussy is gripping me, it sure feels like you want me to stay.” I began to slowly move my hips, using the wall to stabilize her in the air.

Becca bit her lip and moaned. “Hey Cal?”

I grunted, her wet insides stimulating me in blissful sensation. “Yeah, Becca?”

In between moans, she continued. “I have another really selfish request.”

“Go on.”

“Use me.” Becca said, grabbing my face in her hands, primal desire in her voice. “All of me. As much as you want. All night. Sometimes rough, sometimes gentle. Tell me how much you like it, how much you like me. Tell me I’m yours. Fuck me like a slut, kiss me like a lover.” Her lips met mine, our tongues briefly intertwining before she pulled apart and continued. “Say things you shouldn’t say. Do things you shouldn’t do. Let’s get lost in each other, even if it ruins everything.” She kissed me again, long and deep. “Just ruin me first.”

Once again, I felt powerless to deny one of my best friends her heartfelt request.