I wanted my guy friend’s opinion on a new outfit, and in the changing room, I showed him a lot more than the outfit..

I think many women have this one friend that they’ve kind of accepted a friendzone with. Like, on paper, a candidate to at least see the inside of your bedroom and your kinky underwear collection, on the other, they’re just… In this case, ‘Ryan’.

I’ve been friends with Ryan for a few years. Lately, I’ve noticed him flirt with me more, even progressing on from “I would” to, “you’ve been squatting lately.”

He’s seen me in a bikini, in the gym, everywhere really, well, most places.

Alongside the fact that I flirt back, we both haven’t made a move to sleep with each other. I’ve been minimal, until NOW.

I needed two things… Confirmation that he saw me that way, and secondly, an opinion on an outfit I wanted to buy, so hey, I combined the two.

We met for coffee with another friend, who had to go midway through. I asked Ryan if he could give me an opinion on an outfit, it’s actually some semi-formal wear that I was looking to buy for an interview I have coming up.

Ryan was none the wiser. I joked he was on boyfriend duties, and with him waiting outside the changing rooms, I called him in. There were probably like 8-9 cubicles, and I chose second to last.

Ryan came over and with the curtain pulled over me, I removed it, and he saw me side on, with my tits on show, in these fairly tight grey suit pants. Literally, side on, DDs on show, with me looking in the mirror like I was fully clothed.

His response, “holy fuck!”

I blushed, I know so, as I saw it in the mirror. I didn’t look at him once.

“Yeah, what do you reckon, can you see a panty line?” I bent over, saying I had a small thong on. He couldn’t string a sentence together at first.

“I didn’t bank on seeing you like that…” Ryan laughed.

“Yeah, so what you think, worth buying?” I smiled, making eye contact finally.

A pussy wetting response of, “where the fuck have you been hiding those?”

For context, my nips were like bullets and I was sweating just a little. Ryan joked this whole outfit was a problem, which became our joke, “my outfit” was apparently going to leave him needing to go home and, ahem, in his words, “sort myself out.”

I smiled, “yeah, to be honest, the only way to help yourself is to blow a massive fucking load.”

“I’m literally hard. Never thought I’d say those words with you, nor would we get into this situation.” Ryan said.

I closed the curtain and said I’d accept responsibility for this “hard problem” he had. I followed up with, “I do need one more opinion. Cmon, open the curtain.”

I’ll add, this conversation was rather quiet one. Luckily, no changing room attendant. Some music playing. We were safe.

“Are these not too tight?” I asked.

As Ryan opened the curtain, I peeled down my suit pants, down to the back of my hamstrings and showed off a blue Lounge thong.

“I always knew you’d have a good underwear collection.” He said.

“That’s why we’re good friends.” I giggled.

He knows me enough to know I can be a big tease. I flirted on the way out the shop, after buying the suit pants, that I should’ve let him take a picture.

As he went to respond, I said, “thankfully, you’ve got that mental imagery to enjoy when you get home.”

An hour later, as I was making dinner, I received, “problem solved. X2.”

The laughing and aubergine emoji’s said it all. I’d done my good deed for the day. I’d indirectly made my friend cum twice, and I fucking loved it.

I lastly added, "sorry for the fact that you'll have to buy more tissues tomorrow, but I have no regrets."