Don't Try Something

Shane bit his lip and gulped. He would never take advantage of Missy's generosity like that. How could he take what he wanted when she was the one sacrificing to take care of him in his time of need?

"N-no, sorry..." he whispered. In the dark, he could see her smile pityingly. "J-just forget I said anything."

Missy chuckled. "Aw, poor baby... Don't feel bad. It's okay to be horny. Do you need release to rest properly?"

Shane's heartbeat picked up again. "W-well.." Was this really about to happen?

Missy stroked his hair and smiled. "Here, why don't you use this?" She pulled one of his extra pillows off the floor and placed it between them, patting it in the middle.

"Wh-what's this for?" Shane asked hesitantly. She'd placed the pillow right between them, like a barrier between their hips. At first he thought it was to block him from attempting to accost her, but his guess was off.

"Use this. You know, for relief. Go on, I don't mind. Do what you have to, we're all grown here. I insist."

Missy gently tugged his hand, leading him to roll over onto the pillow, straddling it between his legs while encouraging him on.

"Good boy... that's it... there you go... Do what you need to, sweet boy..."

In his compromised state, Shane put up very little resistance. As soon as his friend began stroking his hair and whispering encouragement, he started bucking his hips, grinding his cock against the pillow. The panties he had on were so soft, each stroke felt so gentle and so satisfying.

Missy giggled delightedly. "Hehe, look at you! That's so good Shaney!"

He went faster and faster as the pleasure mounted. He panted a little, and made squeaking pleasure noises while Missy praised him.

"Such a good boy! There you go, sweetheart. Hump for me..."

Shane caught his breath and let out a loud groan. His body started shaking, and just as quickly as he had started, he finished. He gave a few more weak humps, felt his cock spurt out a few ropes of cum, and was done.

Oh fuck... Shane thought. I just came in front of Missy...

The worst part was that it had been so fast. From start to finish, he had probably only lasted a minute, maybe a minute and a half. How could he explain that? Maybe since he was sick she might assume he was somehow more... sensitive?

He could see her grinning with delight in the dark as she pet his head. "Good boy... now rest..." she said.

His eyes felt so heavy, and he had trouble keeping them open. The feel of Missy's hand stroking him, and the warmth she brought to the bed... he shut his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.