Ethan
Yeah, well, what the fuck was I thinking? Why would I tell Ashley we could do a friends with benefits relationship for a week while our parents are away? Fuck if I know.
First off, I wasn't thinking with my brain, I was thinking with my cock. There's no other way to explain that, and I'm not even going to bother.
Speaking of...
Water cascades down my muscled body, splashing onto my feet while I stand here, entranced, in the shower. My cock is hard, and it's really fucking hungry. Hungry for her. God, I don't even know what she's doing to me. This can't be good. I can't stop thinking about her.
I remember all of it, or I think I do. I remember sinking into her, the feeling of her tight pussy clamping onto my throbbing cock. I remember the look of pained ecstasy on her face when she bursts, her orgasm overcoming her. I remember how she kicked and thrashed beneath me, spasming uncontrollably. Then she started laughing, giddy, a pleasure overload.
I remember it and I want to see it again.
It's not going to happen, though. She's not going to come up here. Yeah, well, it was a mistake, and it's going to stay a mistake. Friends with benefits? Hah! Seriously, what the fuck?
Ashley is my sister now. Stepsister. Whatever. Doesn't matter. Same thing. I shouldn't be trying to fuck her, I should be trying to help her get over this stupid fuck who dumped her.
That's the thing, though. I'm not good at this relationship shit. Or I'm really good depending on how you look at it. I know I can't give these girls what they always want in the long term, and I know it won't last between us. It's not a big deal and I don't really care that much, but I like showing them what they should look for in a guy, too. I like showing them that they shouldn't compromise, that they should be able to have explosive sex, that orgasms are really fucking nice, and that yeah, guys exist that want to pamper the fuck out of them.
So that's what I do. Explosive sex, as many orgasms as they can handle--sometimes even more than that, since I'm a real people pleaser here--and I treat them like the princess every guy should see them as. It's nice. I'm doing a public service here, making the world a better place, one orgasm at a time.
For a week or so. That's it. That's enough.
I'm not saying I'm some golden child wonder boy here. I'm still a cocky, selfish asshole. I take a lot of pleasure in watching their pleasure-riddled bodies squirming beneath me. It's a give and take situation, you know? I give, and then I take. It's not hard to understand. Yeah, maybe some good comes out of it, maybe they go on to find a better guy. Someone not like me, but someone like me, too. Someone who won't stop answering their calls after a week, and someone who won't randomly text them a month or two later to see if they're up for a booty call.
That's the difference between a bad boy and a good guy. A bad boy treats a girl like a princess for a week, then finds another one. A good guy treats a girl like a princess for the rest of his life.
I'm not doing that. I don't have time for that. It's too much to ask. I have other shit to do.
Like...
Holy fucking shit, she just walked in.
Before this, I was seriously considering rubbing one out. Just grabbing my cock, stroking hard, watching my cum splash against the shower wall, mixing with the falling water from the showerhead. I don't do that often; never really have the need, especially considering there's a girl around any corner just waiting to do it for me. But, yeah, fuck, Ashley, I can't stop thinking about her. I don't know why. I'm fucked up, alright? There, I said it.
Maybe she's fucked up, too, because she's standing there, naked, leaning against my bathroom door, staring at me. Shy. Cute and coy as fuck. God, I want to slam her against my bed and rail the fuck out of her. Just pound away like there's no tomorrow. What's she even doing here?
I know what she's doing here. Yeah, she's standing to the side, kind of looking away, still refusing to accept it, but that goddamn fucking twinkle in her eyes gives her away.
She wants this. She wants me. Inside her. My cock showing her exactly what real pleasure is.
That's what she wants? Yeah, I can do that for her. Give and take, right?