8: Then they Banged, pt 9 (Patreon)

(pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8)

Yeah okay—definitely never ever gonna say THAT, ever, Emily failed to stop her smile before it rose up to the surface. And, if HE does... I will slap him.

The petite Latina was incredibly turned on—it was like bright blue droplets were travelling down her body, and wavery reflecting light filled her mind as those troubled waters of hers grew even more agitated with excitement. Everything about tonight seemed unreal, but the sheer sight of Brian standing in front of her in the buff like this made it impossible to focus on all of that.

It wasn’t even those rugged abdominals or that massive and somehow mouthwatering dick—he was so ineffably handsome and so Brian that the swirling and gurgling concoction within her was a lurid blend of arousal, attraction, and fierce pride. She was proud of him, proud for him, thrilled and exhilarated that this guy of hers who’d grown up with the shittiest parents and then a somehow even worse girlfriend was finally, fucking finally getting the love he always deserved. Emily just wanted to completely soak and saturate him in all of her feelings, positively drown him in love and affection.

“Yeah, so… I…” Words were coming out of her mouth, but she had no idea what she was saying. There were a thousand things she needed to express in this moment, and even more frantically sexual things she wanted to do to him, but all that came out was a nervous laugh and shy look.

“You what?” Brian teased with a daring smile.

“Um,” Emily’s mind floundered and she felt her knees grow weak, as if she was treading water and making waves but getting nowhere.

This was the grin he gave her when they were the buddy-cop tag team partner duo, when they were both messing with someone, when they were out among friends and sharing an inside joke that only they really understood. It was that look that was always able to turn her mood around and bring out her smile, really smile, light up with confidence and joy on even her worst days.

You… you really love me back. The inside of her head was a churning mess of turbid blue, waves rising and crashing into each other with chaotic splashes of surf and foam. You always did, didn’t you?

THAT’S why I felt that way, whenever you gave me that look! You and me—we were crushing on each other, and that was like, the inside joke INSIDE the inside joke, the secret little shared, um, connection, that—uh—fuck, fuck I’m so horny, Briannn if you keep giving me that look, I-I don’t know what I’m gonna do! Fuckkk!

“Brian,” Emily blurted out, taking a deep breath. “...I want to fuck.”

“Want you to use me, wanna be your little personal slut.” She had no idea what she was saying—words seemed to just be pouring out, so she just let them all overflow. “I want bruises, I want your marks on my neck. I-I always finger myself, imagining you do every filthy thing to me I can think of. It’s like, I know you’re a guy—but, I’ve probably masturbated even more than you’ve ever jacked off. It’s like, I imagine you’re actually my brother and like, bam, incest is suddenly like, mMmm.”

“Used to fantasize you were turning into a monster, and couldn’t control your tentacles. Haha, um. Quite a few where you rape me, or keep plying me with alcohol and gettin’ more and more handsy, annnd maybe even more where I’m doin’ that to you instead. I’ve… Brian, I’ve pictured us fucking every possible way there is to fuck, and some ways that absolutely aren’t even possible in real life.”

“Yeah?” Brian looked both surprised and interested, and Emily’s heartbeat sped up even further.

“Yeah,” Emily swallowed, feeling both incredibly relieved and more than a little horrified by her own admissions. Oh my God—did… did I actually just tell him all that?

“Emily, I came this close to stealing a pair of your panties, once,” Brian said, looking a little ashamed.

“...You did?” Emily perked up.

“You had this skimpy little black pair just sittin’ out on your dresser that was like, whoa, Emily wears that kinda stuff?! Was one of the times I was over there playing Grail co-op with you. You went into the kitchen or something for a sec, and I was just sitting there staring at it, caught up in this like… terrible moral quandary.”

“Those were out on purpose!” Emily laughed, hiding her face. “Intentionally left those where you would see like… yeah, quite a few different times.”

Just the moment her gushing on and on started to turn seriously fucking awkward, he’d reached out and saved her with just the right words and just that right look to completely bolster her confidence. He brought their conversation back from what felt like a sinking situation, from anxious confession back towards lighthearted banter with him—that comfortable I’m just talking with Brian that always made things feel so easy.

“Yeah, I did notice them a couple different times,” Brian sheepishly admitted. “Quite a trial to put a lonely teenage guy through, Emmie.”

“Um,” Emily hesitated. “Do you remember that AnimeCon back a few years ago, when we were walking around just kinda bullshitting ‘bout hentai stuff? You said you were kinda into those magic hentai slave mark things? Tattoo, right over the chick’s womb, that’s all like an evil-looking heart, and then the kinda tribal-looking demonic lines?”

“Wait, did you?” Brian cocked an eyebrow. “You were joking for a while that you’d gotten a tattoo in naughty place...”

“Guessss you’ll have to search me and find out for yourself?” Emily teased, almost keeping a straight face. “Kidding though. No, I didn’t. Me and tattoo needles? Pssh, c’mon. After you’d said that though... I was this close to going and getting one done right away. Made an appointment and everything. I—yeah I chickened out, but, I mean… say the word and I’ll really get one for real. I’m totally down, if you’ll be there with me for the needly bits.”

“Hah, I dunno,” Brian chuckled. “I mean, that’d be… kinda hot, yeah, but geez, I’m not gonna make you get a tattoo for me, Emmie. That’s a little extreme?”

“Extreme? Nooot even a little bit,” Emily chuckled with a guilty smile. “Fuck, Brian. For years I’ve been like, fantasizing about pledging myself to you. Used to tell myself if we ever got together, I’d try to get arrested at least once a year just... getting caught blowing you in public, or-or you just undoing my clothes somewhere out in the open, or fucking me, whatever. Wherever. Whenever you pleased. Brian, I’m an actual pervert.”

“Emily—you’re messing with me,” Brian laughed, shaking his head.

“No, I’m being—Brian, this is completely for serious. That kinda stuff, thinking about doing it with you, actually gets me… crazy, ridiculously hot. Everything with you does. It-it um, I want everyone to know that I’m yours, that I’m this plaything belonging completely to you, that one word from you and I’ll do anything for you, I want that to be my reputation—Brian, that’s who I want to be.”

“Don’t mean to doubt you, it’s just—you know how this all sounds, how it’s like… this has to be too good to be true?” Brian said. “This whole weekend’s been a little unbelievable.”

“Did you ever… stroke yourself off, thinking about me?” Emily asked, almost too embarrassed to breath. “At all?”

“Of course I have—do you even need to ask?” Brian looked at her like she was crazy. “I don’t think you’ve even said anything I haven’t, uh. Thought about, once or twice at some point, over the years.

“I mean, wow. I remember there was this photo of you from that pool party we were at, back during senior year. You were in that white bikini that was way too damn small. The way it clung to you, the way it was so close to not covering where it should’ve—Emily, you were my go-to fap for years and years. Fuck, Emmie, the things I fantasized about doing to you… I must’ve masturbated to that bikini picture alone like, hundreds of times.”

“M-me too!” Emily revealed, flushing all over with unstoppable excitement. It felt like those dotted despondent pools of past loneliness throughout her life were all filling in, like the resevoir was finally filling up, like it was about to start fucking flooding over.

“Hah, except, um, not the picture,” Emily beamed. “I’d be masturbating wearing the suit. I uh, I’d put it on and pretend, sit there in my room and like, have it all in disarray so that my nipples were... slipped out just this tiny bit? Think like you were noticing, that, um, this would lead to that, and I’d be, uh. Touching myself. To all that.”

“Nipslips—ah, I see you’re a connoisseur of refined tastes as well!” Brian joked, giving her a surprisingly genuine smile.

“Right?!” Emily felt surge after surge of ecstatic relief, excitement and desire roiling uncontrollably inside of her. Fuck, I love him so much. “That’s like, actually the whole reason I even picked that swimsuit. Wanted you to notice some sorta, um, happy accident. Fucking hell. Kinda pissed now that I didn’t nipslip at all.”

“Oh—you did though, there was,” Brian admitted. “Definitely caught a sneak peek—nearly fapped myself into a coma the night after that party.”

“Y-you did?” Emily fidgeted, feeling herself heat up and smiling so hard that her cheeks hurt a little. “No fucking way, really? Seriously?”

“It’s true,” he nodded gravely. “You almost killed me. Think I got off three times just in that one night, and tried for a fourth.”

“I… yeah?” Emily was almost shaking with excitement as she tugged at the hem of her yukata to expose a few more inches of skin. “You, uh, you wanna see a… little bit more?”

“Emily…” He paused, eyes wandering up and down her in such a hungry way that she could almost feel little nibbles of his attention. “Fuck. Emily, I want a lot more than that.”

“Then—what are you waiting for?” She breathed in a shaky voice, nearly swaying in place with arousal.

“I’m… a little terrified,” Brian admitted. “Not sure I’ve ever been this close to, uh, to completely just losing all control, and—and I don’t know what’ll happen. If things’ll ever be the same.”

“Yeah, me too,” Emily agreed with a nervous laugh. “Look at this, see? My hands are shaking. I can’t stop shaking. But, I-I think it’s too late for us to even stop now.”

“Yeah, it really is,” Brian said. “There’s already like, no going back. Right?”

“Definitely!” Emily chimed in. “It’s, uh. We should stop just, uh, talking about it and actually, um… you know?”

“Sorry, you seemed nervous,” Brian playfully deflected. “I wanted to let you get it all out, first.”

“Hah! Yeah, well. You’re uh, you’re not wrong, haha,” Emily felt her cheeks burn. “I like it, though. It’s— um, talking about it finally, getting it off my chest. I’m, uh, I’m actually too completely fucking scared to do anything at all right now. I’ve been tryin’ to get my hands to like, slip this cosplay off one shoulder to like, tantalize you a little bit, all seductive-like, for the past couple minutes. But, uh. I’m terrified, and my hands just won’t fucking actually do it, hah.”

“I know exactly what you mean!” Brian seemed just as relieved. “My entire being’s ready to like, jump over there and rip your clothes off, pin you down, you know?”

“Y-yeah?” Emily felt a warm line of arousal inch down her thigh like spilled honey, and she tried desperately not to squirm. “Really?”

“It’s—I don’t know, it’s hard to put into words,” Brian chuckled. “It’s like this is, uh, it’s almost like trying to say goodbye? This is the last time we’ll ever talk like this as just friends, and the moment we, uh… we get into everything, it’ll always be different, we’ll be different, to each other, our relationship. It’s all going to change forever after this.”

“I feel exactly the same way!” Emily exclaimed, hopping in place. “Geez, that’s what’s making this all scary as fuck. But, at the same time, it’s like… Brian, I can’t be just your friend anymore.”

“Yeah,” the look he gave her in return was positively smoldering. “Emily—I need all of you, now.”

“Yeah,” Emily managed out, rocking from one foot to the other. “Yeah. Better for our just friends-ship to go out with a bang, though, right?! Rather than just letting it fade away? I-I, Brian, I—I want you to fucking break me in, make me completely fucking yours.”

“Stop, stop!” Kelly interjected. “Jesus! Yeah, this is real touching and sweet and all, but if you two don’t shut the fuck up and start having some intense fucking intercourse, I will personally step up and fuck both of you!”

“Kelly, sshhh, sshhh!” Stephanie swatted at her friend with both hands, weakly hitting the bright red-haired girl’s naked back again and again. “Stop—you’re, you’re wrecking it!”

“Bend her over and fucking bonk her, dude! Come onnnn. What’s with all the words? Do the deed, copulate like animals—pump her fucking full of hot semen and then glaze those cute l’il buns! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kelly cried out in exasperation, punctuating each of her fucks with a chopping motion of her hand. “And Emily, you, you little fucking minx, stop encouraging him—he’s bad enough as it is! I know you two’re all stupid wrecks around each other, an’ watching this is like, slow-motion car crash kinda interesting where I can’t look away—but Jesus, guys, fuckin’ do something!”

“Just let them me do their thing, this is all amazing!” Stephanie leapt to their defense, waving her hands. “I-I think you’re both doing great, don’t listen to her! Say what you need to say to each other!”

“Yikes,” Brian glanced from their two spectators back towards Emily with a wry smile. Tough crowd, eh?

“Just one last thing, I promise!” Emily giggled. “Back then, Brian, when we were crushing on each other… why didn’t you ever let on? It’s like, ‘till Alyssa, nobody even had a clue what kinda girl you were into.”

“I was… wound up pretty tight back then,” Brian sighed. “Things just... kept getting more and more tense at home, and I’d just stonewall everything I actually felt away from the world. I did slip up and say some things about being interested in you to Mike and Will once, like—sophomore year.

“Mike was real cool about it, but Will got super pissy, went on about how we all knew he’d always had a thing for you, like he’d already staked his claim, or something. It was weird ‘tween all of us for a while because of that, so... after that, I mostly just kept things to myself.”

“Will, y-you shithead!” Emily fumed. “Mike, too—both of them are shitheads! Fuck those stupid assholes! I specifically asked Mike, several times, if you’d ever mentioned me like that. I was super fucking clear and specific on it! ‘Nah, Brian doesn’t really talk about stuff like that’—I’m kickin’ his ass when we get back! Goddamn lying piece of shit…!”

“Haha, they can keep a secret between bros, at least,” Brian laughed. “There was this one time Sammie came up to me and was like, ‘uh listen, you realize Emily’ll drop her drawers for you anytime, right?’ At the time back then, I thought she was just fucking with me.”

“Samantha, you stupid slut!” Emily felt her face go red, making a mental note to high-five her awesome cousin. “She uh, yeah. She was fucking with you. I mean, I never told her that... even if it’s totally true—yeah, I definitely would have.”

“Alright!” Kelly clapped her hands together for their attention. “Fuck! You said that was your final say! We didn’t give you guys a safety word so you two could pontificate at each other all night. Emily, Brian—either of you let out fucking so much as one more squeak, we’re gagging you with a pair of panties.”

“I know, I know, sorry!” Emily laughed. “I’m—well, it uh, it helped. Thank you for letting me get all that out, like that. Not nervous at all anymore, I’m… I’m ready. I feel completely ready.

“Brian—Brian, I love you.”

(pt 10)

/// My gf's in town and I was gonna take a day off from writing, but I'm still in an awesome state of mind for writing. Next time will have plenty of fanservice, I swear!

If nothing else, reader proxy Kelly will actually make them fuck. Might not even keep this section for the final cut, just think of today's post as a surprise bonus inspired by TiAM325's wisdom.

TiAM325 Next should be 5000 words of Emily exploring her kinks out loud with Brian and the girls.