I made him promise to goon for me…

Sooooooo as always this will probably end up being really long but I’ll try to keep it short(!). A couple of weeks ago I’d spent the afternoon dragging my friend Andy through clothes shops. We usually bonded over gaming and other geeky stuff rather than errands, but I didn’t want to go alone and I wanted a guy’s opinion on some of the stuff I had in mind, and so I bribed him with the promise that afterward we’d finally start playing Split Fiction back at mine

The shopping trip was kind of a bust (the city was super busy this time of year) and so by the time we got home my feet ached and I hadn’t bought much. We sank into the couch with our controllers and started playing.

Anyway, we’d been playing a little while (turns out Split Fiction is AMAZING) when I noticed his eyes drifting. I wasn’t sure what he was staring at at first, but then I realised the string of my thong was kinda high on my hip, peeking out above my jeans. I thought nothing of it at first, but the longer I pretended not to notice, the bolder he got. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I could see him just STARING out the corner of my eye lol

“I wish you’d looked at the clothes today half as much as you’re looking at my panties right now.”

“W-What?!” he stammered, his voice cracking. “No, I’m not looking!”

“Yes you are,” I said, looking down at my hip, where the thin fabric of the G-string cut into the fat of my hip. “I’m not stupid, Andy.”

He opened his mouth, closed it again. “I wasn’t.”

I tilted my head. “You sure? You don’t have to lie,” I said. “It’s just a string. Everyone’s seen a thong before.”

“That’s not–” he started, then stopped again.

“Andy,” I said, deliberately using his name. “Do you *like* looking at it?”

He didn’t answer, staring instead at our two characters' idle animation on the screen. I smiled a little, even though my heart was starting to beat a little quicker. Me and Andy never talked about sex-stuff. He was just a friend.

“You do, don’t you?” I asked. “Like looking, I mean.”

His shoulders dropped and he exhaled, barely audible.

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. “A bit. But I’m not like, perving on you or anything, it’s just like…*there*, you know?”

I shifted on the couch, pushing my ass into the fabric as I shifted sideways, letting the denim tug a little, exposing more of the string, letting it ride higher on my hip. I was doing it before I had even realised I was doing it, and the exposure and the sudden vulnerability made my heart beat quicker.

I leaned back, brushing my hair off my shoulder, pretending like nothing happened.

“You can look again, if you like…”

He laughed, nervous and breathy. “I…I don’t want to be weird.”

I shrugged, turning my attention back to the game with a shrug. “I already think you’re weird.”

For the next few minutes, I stayed like that, running around on screen without looking at him, wondering if he was looking at the string, wondering if he was thinking about where it led to. I pretended not to care, even to myself, but I could feel my nipples getting harder already.

Without looking back at him, I brought my hands to my hips and curled my thumb under the string, gently lifting it a little higher and letting it snap back against my flesh. The sting of it sent a little jolt of pleasure through me, and secretly hoped he enjoyed watching my ass ripple as much as I enjoyed the feel of it.

“Can I ask you something kind of personal?” I said, still not looking at him, but pushing out my ass a little more, aware that the low-slung jeans were now *obscenely* low-slung, showing the top of the tiny lacey triangle at the small of my back.

“Um. Yeah?”

“Have you ever…” I started, then paused, searching for the right phrasing. “Touched yourself to my pictures online?”

He didn’t answer right away. I didn’t blame him; I was kind of a fucked up question.

“It’s okay if you have,” I added quickly, not wanting to make him feel weird. “I’d…I’d maybe kind of like it…”

He froze, and so did I. Had I really just said that? Our characters just stood there in silence, waiting for us to do something, the room filling with the small buzz of the console and the faint rustling of his clothes as he shifted.

“I mean…” he began, then swallowed, voice thin. “I’ve…thought about you before. When you post. It’s hard not to, I guess. But I don’t know about…*that*...”

I turned to look at him, unintentionally (or maybe a little intentionally) pushing my breasts together as I did so, my cleavage bulging a little from my top. I guess I’d never spent too long thinking about how he viewed me before–he was just a friend, after all–but in this new context it suddenly seemed as if my body was obscene, my large breasts and wide hips built for teasing him.

He seemed to agree, because his face was red, his hands gripping the controller tight. He looked like he wanted to disappear, but he also didn’t seem able to tear his eyes away from my hips and ass and tits.

“You have, haven’t you?” I asked, wiggling my butt slightly. I could feel the denim tug again as I shifted, my waistband dragging the string with it in the smallest movement, his pupils tracking it.

I lifted my knee onto the couch between us, twisting a little to get comfortable, the stretch drawing my shirt up and the jeans a fraction lower. I wasn’t trying to flash him. Not exactly. But I wasn’t hiding anything either.

“I really don’t want to be that guy,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “The one who stares at his friend’s underwear…”

“You already are,” I said quietly, pausing the game and dropping my gaze to his lap without meaning to, just for a second, my eyes betraying me now, just as his had betrayed him. It was just long enough to see the hard shape beneath the denim, and just long enough for him to see me looking.

He pressed his knees closer together as if he could hide what was happening.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“You’re not.”

“You’re sure?”

I didn’t answer right away; instead, I raised my hand to my hip again, but slower this time, deliberate rather than impulsive. My skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I hooked the string with the edge of my nail, tugging it up and letting it ride even higher, feeling the fabric pull taught against my clit.

And it felt fucking good.

I didn’t snap it back. I just held it there, stretched, exposing more of the pale skin of my hipbone, the soft dip leading downward.

“If I were uncomfortable,” I said softly, “I wouldn’t be acting like such a slut right now…”

He let out a slow breath.

“Okay,” he said.

I slid my hand away from the string, letting it settle against my skin again.

“To be honest,” I said, feeling my voice get a little breathier. “I think I really like it. Do you think about my underwear often?” I cleared my throat. “When you’re…you know…gooning to me…”

“Fuck,” he whispered. “How do you know that word?”

I giggled. “Because I do it too, obviously.”

“Really?” he swallowed.

“Of course…” I nodded in understanding, my heart racing. “I have needs too, even if we *are* just friends. Anyway…you could always ask,” I murmured. “If you wanted to see more.”

His gaze darted to my lips, then back to my hips, then to my eyes again. “And if I did?”

“Then,” I said, voice trembling a little. “I guess I would have to show you. As a friend, of course…”

Silence. Neither of us knowing what to do next.

Fuck it. I flipped over suddenly, onto all fours, my round ass pressed up almost entirely against his face, spreading my legs as much as the jeans and the space on the couch would allow. I pressed my face downward, my large breasts cushioning me, closing my eyes, half out of embarrassment, half out of enjoyment, sighing slightly as I hooked my thumbs in the loop holes of my jeans, pulling them down a little, so the top of my ass cheeks were visible, bulging from the fabric, the thong cutting into me. I knew, just from the way it felt against me, that it was sticky and damp and probably quite transparent already.

“So,” I said, my voice muffled a little by the cushion. “Are you going to ask, or not?”

[Okay that’s 1.5k words, so I guess I’ll stop there for now. I’ll type the rest up if people are interested in hearing it!]