It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Emily, a 22-year-old with wavy, messy hair, found herself in her apartment, wearing nothing but her favorite pair of yoga pants. The doorbell rang, and she opened it to find Jack, her longtime friend and secret crush, standing there, drenched from the shower.
“I’m so sorry, I had a bit of a mishap with my umbrella,” Jack said, sheepishly holding up the broken object.
Emily, feeling bold, teased him, “Well, you’re definitely not dressed for the occasion, are you?”
Jack looked down at his wet clothes and laughed, “I guess not. May I come in and clean up?”
She nodded, and he stepped inside, dripping water onto her floor. Jack disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Emily to admire the sight of his toned body through the thin yoga pants he’d borrowed.
As he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, Emily couldn’t resist any longer. She pounced, pinning him against the wall, their bodies mere inches apart. Her hands wandered up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as they explored one another. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the heat between them grow.
Emily’s hands slid down Jack’s body, tracing the outline of his cock beneath the fabric of the yoga pants. She smiled against his lips as she felt him grow hard under her touch.
“Bedroom,” Jack murmured, his voice husky with desire.
She led him to her room, and they collapsed onto the bed, their lips never parting. Jack’s hands roamed over Emily’s body, teasing her nipples through her sports bra before slipping beneath the fabric of her yoga pants.
She gasped as his fingers found her clit, already swollen with need. He began to circle the sensitive nub, causing Emily’s hips to buck against his hand.
“Please,” she whimpered, desperate for more.
Jack didn’t hesitate, slipping his fingers inside her wet pussy. He curled them, hitting her G-spot with each thrust, causing Emily to moan loudly.
Suddenly, she pushed him onto his back, eager to taste him. She tugged at the waistband of the yoga pants, freeing his hard cock. She licked her lips before wrapping them around his shaft, taking him deep into her throat.
Jack’s hands fisted in her hair as she sucked him, his hips arching off the bed. Emily could feel his orgasm building, but she wasn’t ready for him to finish yet.
She pulled away, straddling his hips. Jack’s cock slid against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.
“Fuck me, Jack,” Emily pleaded, her voice shaking with need.
Jack obliged, thrusting upwards, filling her completely. She moaned, throwing her head back as he began to move inside her.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the room. Emily leaned forward, bracing herself on Jack’s chest as he thrust deeper, harder.
She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with each thrust. Jack’s fingers found her clit again, and she cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Jack followed soon after, his orgasm triggering another wave of pleasure for Emily. She collapsed onto his chest, their bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
As they caught their breath, Emily traced her fingers through Jack’s wet hair, smiling contentedly.
“I guess we both needed a shower,” she joked, and they laughed, their bodies entwined in post-coital bliss.
