Together Ssn 08 Ch. 02 – Closer Than Close

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

Shane Tobin, 18, is enjoying time in his bed in his shared flat, pounding the pussy of the girl he loves from behind whilst she’s on all fours. He lovingly looks down on the smooth back, tracing the shape of her shoulders as they curve away from him. Her silky hair gleams with a ring of light from the exposed bulb overhead on the ceiling, as each strand rolls like the waves lapping up on the shore with the impact of each and every thrust.

The girl’s moans of pressurised pleasure turn to bold exclamations shouting out around the bare walls of the bedroom, letting the young man know how hard he’s fucking her, but offering no protest to it, content to continue in this manner.

Shane feels himself getting closer, but holding on as hard as he is able so he can savour the feeling as the moment perpetuates longer and longer, panting, “Tracey… Tracey… Oh, Tracey… Fuck… Ah, Tracey.”

The girl slides herself off of the young man’s cock, stretching herself out before him as if she’s a cat, purring as she does. She rolls over onto her back, revealing herself to Shane as she giggles, “I find it cute that you call me, ‘Tracey.’ You’re a bad boy doing this where she sleeps, behind her back. If she found out…”

Shane’s chest feels numb and empty, and his body strangely floaty as he stares at the face of his childhood friend, Cariad Byrne, 18, saying in response, “I’m not as bad as you are. I know you want this.”

Cariad sits up to her friend, rubbing his arms in her palms, making him feel increasingly tingly as she bites her lip before saying, “As long as I’m here, I may as well enjoy it.” She lays her friend down where she had lay, so he feels the warmth, and smells the sweet sweat soaked into the sheets beneath him, and she straddles his lap, laying on his body like a snug blanket.

Shane strokes his friend’s soft hair, and combs it with his fingers, smelling the soft vanilla notes from her scalp; it’s a scent all too familiar to him, when he’s provided comfort to her in times of need, but never need such as this. With a whimper, he calls out, “Cariad… Cariad… Cariad,” waking himself up, clutching his duvet in his hands, stewing in his sweat. He looks around the room with a start, seeing he’s alone.

“You okay?,” calls the soft voice of Cariad, startling Shane as she creeps into the room. She shyly states, “I heard you calling. Need something? I’m here for you.”

Settling down from his shock, Shane answers, “It was just a dream,” sinking into the sheets.

Cariad comes in to the foot of the bed, showing concern, “It must’ve been bad. I never heard you shout out like that in your sleep before.”

Shane sighs, “I don’t know… I don’t recall,” feeling flushed.

Cariad comes around to her friend’s side, noting, “Your face is beet-red,” placing the back of her hand to his forehead, “You’re hot… Might be a fever, or something,” casting her eyes over the duvet, “Or, just cuddling this thick duvet while you sleep. Cooking yourself,” grabbing it with both hands, throwing it back, gasping as she says, “Oh! Sorry… Sleeping in the buff, I see… I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

Shane becomes animated, flopping around in embarrassment, “Cariad! Stop! I’m fine! Really!”

Cariad smirks at her friend, “You are fine, and, I’m going to leave you to it,” clapping eyes on her friend’s erection as she skirts around the bed, blowing a kiss to him, “Mwah! I’ll let you finish.”

Shane desperately calls, “Cariad… Cariad… Cariad,” watching as she leaves, feeling shame burning bright and hot, and his stuffy erection feeling steamy as the sweaty meat is exposed to the air. He rolls over to pick up his phone from the bedside cabinet, seeing the time, thinking aloud, “Tracey will be back soon. I’ll get cleaned up nice for her.”

Shane takes himself to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in to the rush of cold water, shocking him under it’s stream before the warm water streams softly over his slim shoulders. He hears the door slam open, and turns to see through the glass partition Cariad sitting on the toilet. He makes his presence known, “Hi. I’m in here.”

Cariad looks through the screen, saying, “I can see that,” catching her eyes on the dangling semi-erect cock just before the steam mists up the glass to obscure it from view, commenting, “You’re very excited today. Something I should know?”

Shane asks, “Why are you in here?”

Cariad plainly says, “I needed the toilet,” as the tinkling of her urine spatters the porcelain, “It’s never been an issue before. I’ve never minded when I’ve been in the shower, and you’ve needed a shite,” raising an eyebrow to her friend.

Shane rubs his hands over his body, saying, “That was one time. I felt really awkward.”

Cariad winks, “Get over yourself. I know you’re going to have feelings. Get yourself sorted out, because it’s never going to happen,” ripping a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself, standing up to flip the seat down and flush the toilet, stroking her freshly shaved pussy as she purrs, “How would Tracey feel if I let her out to play, hmm?”

Shane stares with wide-eyes at the youthful patch of skin on the other side of the screen, tantalisingly shielded from reach, stuttering, “Well, um… ah-um… I, uh… If, um…”

Cariad laughs heartily, stooping down to pull her knickers and leggings up, “I’m fucking with you. It’s funny to see your reaction. You fucking loser. I know it’s hard to think when you’ve got that going on,” pointing out Shane’s pulsating erection.

Shane apologises, shielding it with his hands, “Sorry. Just, um… If you do things like that, I’m going to get like this… Fuck, it’s wrong…”

Cariad slams her hand to the screen, watching her friend jump out of his skin as she says, “You’re so naughty,” glancing a look down, “and persistent, as well as. It would be wrong to,” Laughing in hysterics as she swaggers out of the bathroom.

Shane squeezes some shampoo onto his hand, lathering it up in his hair as he thinks, ‘She’s a right fucker at times. Sometimes I think she’s seriously thinking about it. She always says she’s playing, but I can’t tell, because she gets me so worked up, and I can’t think straight. We’re just friends. How I am with Tracey, if I did it with her, I’d never look at her the same way again. I can’t even get myself off because she’s in my head, taunting me. Just hold out until Tracey can put me right.’

He washes his hair, rinsing out the suds under the showerhead, feeling the rush of the spray as he tries to clear his mind. He squirts shower gel onto his body, lathering himself up all down his torso, smearing the soap down his arms, reaching around to his back, and stooping down to massage his legs. He turns his attention to his genitals, feeling the coolness of the menthol in the soap, numbing to the touch, but not impacting his situation as he cleans himself.

Stepping out of the shower, he grabs a towel, rubbing himself dry as he can before tying it around his waist. He swipes his hand on the mirror above the sink to demist it, and he runs the tap to brush his teeth, idly brushing as the sight of Cariad’s face from his dream is imprinted in his mind’s eye, traced over his vision.

Leaving the bathroom, Shane hears Cariad talking in the living room, “…needs you right now. Something has gotten him all worked up. It’s not for me, I’m sure, but it was there. I want nothing to do with it.”

Shane hears his girlfriend, Tracey Garret, 20, say, “Uh-huh. Okay, I mean. We’re all friends here. You don’t need to be embarrassed by looking.”

Hearing Cariad clearly uncomfortable, she responds, “Okay, um… What are you saying?”

Tracey tells her, “You’ve known him a long time, and you live together. You’re young and hot. Things are bound to be awkward sometimes.”

Cariad seems to hold her breath as she says, “Sometimes? More like, all the time. I try to be fine with it, but, it’s hard.”

Tracey remarks, “Sounds like someone has a crush.”

Cariad laughs manically and breathlessly, “Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-hah, no… No… No?… No… hmm?”

Tracey probes, “You don’t sound very sure?”

Cariad whispers, “Don’t tell him, but, he comes to mind… when I’m… you know?”

Shane stumbles into the living room, greeting his girlfriend, “Hi, Tracey. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Tracey says to her boyfriend, “I’ve been hearing.”

Shane invitingly beckons with a tilt of his head, “Shall we?”

Tracey looks at Cariad, who can’t look at her flatmate, obviously bothered by his bursting in on them, asking, “You were saying?”

Cariad quickly replies, “No, please. Don’t let me keep you. You go about your business.”

Tracey leans forward, placing her hand on Cariad’s, suggesting, “I won’t say a word, but, could be what you need? Just get it out of the way,” with a raise of her brows, and a flash of intuition on her face.

Cariad’s heart rushes in her chest, feeling faint as she breathes, “I’ll be fine. You go be alone.”

Tracey sees the young teen look so scared on her face, teasing her, “Door’s open if you need us.” She gets up to be with her boyfriend, telling him, “Let’s get this sorted. You look so tense, especially under that towel.”

Cariad waits for a moment, hearing Shane’s bedroom door shut, and she shakes so much as she sinks into her seat, shuffling out of her leggings and knickers, feeling the blood so thick in her fingers, throbbing hot. Eagerly, she clasps her hand to her crotch, caressing herself down there with cautious touches to her clitoris, convincing herself of what she needs in this moment.

Conjuring for herself a memory, Cariad recalls when she first moved into the flat with Shane, remembering how she teased him, “Just think of all the things we could do in here, and no-one would ever know.” That was the time they almost made out with each other. She waited so patiently to see what he would do, and how he would react, crumbling before her with the pressure surmounting to breaking point, snapping him out of the moment.