Chapter 3: Unorthodox Methods

Continued from chapter 2:

Hannah has made herself comfortable on the couch, draped in a soft yellow short satin robe, and what looks like nothing else. She’s curled up in the corner, one leg tucked beneath her as she sips her beer. As I enter, she looks up, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my figure in the revealing robe.

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Corinne,” she purrs, patting the space beside her invitingly.

I sit next to her, and we drink until the pizza arrives.

The pizza arrives quickly, and I jump up to go get it, giving the pizza delivery guy an eyeful.

The aroma of the pizza wafts in from the hallway, making Hannah’s stomach growl audibly. She laughs, a rich, melodious sound.

“Guess I worked up quite an appetite earlier,” she teases with a wink.

I grab us a couple of plates and place two steaming slices of the best cheese pizza in the city on each plate. I return to Hannah, balancing the pizza and two fresh beers, and we sit in silence, emptying our minds as we watch The Lioness together on Paramount Plus.

Chapter 3:

As the second episode plays, Hannah gradually relaxes further, the stress of the day melting away with each bite of pizza and sip of beer. She leans against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her hand finding its way to my thigh. The warmth of her touch seeps through the thin satin of my robe, igniting a slow burn deep within me.

“This is nice,” she murmurs, her breath tickling my ear.

“Just being here with you, no expectations, no pressures. It feels... right.”

Her fingers trace idle patterns on my thigh as she speaks, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my nerves. Hannah’s other hand cradles her beer, condensation dripping onto the exposed skin of her knee. The cool liquid contrasts deliciously with the heat radiating from her body pressed against mine.

“Okay, Corinne. I’m full and sleepy, but I’m also curious.” She pauses to take a swallow of beer.

“What unconventional method do you have to make me completely forget my horrible day? I must say, you’re batting a thousand so far.”

My heart beats like a hammer in my chest.

“Hannah?” This seemed like such a good idea when I thought it up, but now I am terrified. This perfect evening could come crashing down around me if she doesn’t agree with my idea.

“Do you trust me? Do you believe, truly, that I want to take care of you? That I want to make you completely forget the horror show that was today?”

Hannah turns to face me fully, her hazel eyes searching mine with an intensity that steals my breath. She sets her beer aside, giving me her undivided attention.

“Corinne, yes. I trust you completely,” she says, her hand sliding up to cup my cheek tenderly.

“I know, without a doubt, that you only want what’s best for me. You’ve proven that time and again, not just tonight but every day since we’ve known each other.”

She leans in closer, her forehead nearly touching mine, her gaze never leaving my eyes.

“Whatever you have planned, whatever ‘unconventional method’ you mentioned—I’m open to it. Because I trust you, and because...” Hannah swallows hard, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

I interrupt, taking her hands in mine.

“Hannah, I want to give you an orgasm…”

Her eyes widen at my bold declaration, a visible shudder running through her body. For a moment, she seems stunned into silence, her lips parting slightly as she processes my words. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across her face, equal parts nervous and excited.

“An orgasm?” she repeats softly, wonder and anticipation coloring her tone.

“Corinne, I... wow. That’s... incredibly intimate.”

She squeezes my hands gently, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my skin.

“Are you sure about this? About us? I don’t want to ruin our friendship with false hopes or misunderstandings. If we do this, I need to know it means something real to you too.”

I smile with relief that she is not screaming, throwing things, or running out of the apartment in nothing but her yellow satin robe.

“Hannah, I know we’ve never done anything like this before. And honestly, it doesn’t have to be anything, doesn’t have to mean anything. I absolutely don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I grin, trying to make my face as innocent as possible,

“I just think the best remedy for a day like you’ve had is a good bath, good food, and a quick, intense, no-strings-attached orgasm.”

I pause, watching her face.

“I mean, you could go into your room and do that to yourself, but wouldn’t it be better if someone you knew, someone you trusted, someone who truly cared about making you feel better, did it for you?”

“At least... I thought it would be... And it doesn’t change anything, really. Just one friend and roommate trying to make her best friend feel better after a bad day.”

Hannah listens intently, her expression thoughtful as she considers my words. A soft, understanding smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re right, Corinne. As always,” she says softly, her voice warm with affection.

“Having someone I trust, someone who cares about my well-being, make me feel good... it does sound better than doing it alone.”

She reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear in a gesture that feels both intimate and comforting.

“And you’re right that it doesn’t have to change anything between us. We’re friends first and foremost, and that bond means everything to me.”

Hannah’s gaze holds mine, her eyes shining with trust and a flicker of desire.

“So yes, Corinne. I’d like that very much.”

My face lights up in a thousand-watt grin.

“Okay, awesome sauce.” I interlock my fingers and flex them like I’m stretching before a race.

“One orgasm coming right up.”

We both giggle, and then my face goes serious. I can’t let her back out... I have to see this through.

“Okay, Hannah, are you ready?” I hold out my hand.

Hannah takes a deep breath, steeling herself. With a nod and a shy smile, she places her hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

“I’m ready, Corinne. Let’s do this.”

She stands up from the couch, tugging me gently to my feet. The satin of her robe whispers against my skin as she presses close, her free hand coming up to rest on my chest. Hannah’s heartbeat thrums steadily beneath my palm, betraying her excitement despite her outward calm.

“Lead the way,” she murmurs, her voice low and inviting.

“I trust you completely, remember? Show me how to forget everything but your touch.”

I take her hand and square my shoulders with a confidence I don't actually feel. I lead her past her bedroom and into mine. When we reach the edge of the bed, I have her stand before me, and I help her out of her robe.

Hannah allows the satin robe to slip from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a shimmering puddle. She stands before me, nude and ****, yet radiant with trust and anticipation. Her skin glows in the soft light of the bedroom, a canvas of smooth curves and delicate lines waiting to be explored.

She reaches out, her fingers tracing the collar of my robe, her touch feather-light and teasing.

“Your turn, Corinne,” Hannah breathes, her eyes darkening with desire as they roam over my form.

“I want to see you too. All of you.”

Hannah guides me to sit on the edge of the bed, positioning herself between my legs. Her hands slide up my thighs, pushing the robe open as she goes.

I take off my robe, and with a gasp, she beholds me in all my blood-red satin, barely covered in the matching bra, garter, and panty set.

“Do you like it?” I ask shyly.

“I picked it out, knowing I’d have you naked in front of me. I’m going to take control now, Hannah. Remember, it doesn’t have to mean anything. Just one friend giving another friend the gift of an orgasm after a bad day.”

I take her chin and give her a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Okay babe, time for your orgasm. Please lie back on the comforter and grab the bedposts.”

Hannah’s eyes widen in awe as she takes in the sight of me in the stunning red lingerie. A soft gasp escapes her lips, quickly followed by a breathless laugh of delight.

“Corinne..." Hannah whispers, breathless with anticipation.

At my request, Hannah obediently lies back on the comforter, her hair fanning out around her head like a halo. She reaches up, grasping the bedposts as instructed, her knuckles turning white with the effort of holding on. The position causes her back to arch slightly, emphasizing the gentle curves of her body.

“Like this?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and anticipation.

Hannah’s chest rises and falls rapidly with each shallow breath, her nipples pebbling in the cool air of the room.

“That is perfect, Hannah.”

I take a few pillows and use them to set her body at the correct angle for me. I put a pillow under her head, so she can watch what I’m doing to her, and another under her hips, so I have better access to her glistening sex.

“Okay, Hannah, this next part is going to be a little unconventional.”

I reach into the nightstand and pull out four long satin bondage ties, blood-red like my lingerie.

To be continued in chapter 4...