His friend, Sarah

Yeah, of course, Sarah.

Sarah Williams had been one of Luke’s greatest friends all throughout his life, beginning in fourth grade. They had their ups and downs, like any other relationship, but they somehow still remained close after all these years and saw each other often. She lived just a little bit away - maybe about ten minutes or so. One quick text was probably all it took to get her headed this way and end this crisis once and for all.

“Last minute but can you come to my house and literally save my life? Please?”

“Ok. What’s up?”

“I’ll let you know once you get here,” Luke texted back to her, his heart racing as he imagined Sarah riding off to his rescue. He’d never told a soul but Luke always had a little bit of a crush on Miss Williams. Hiding it wasn’t too difficult, or so he thought. Well, maybe it was something a little bit more than a crush - an infatuation? Something that had kept the occasional interest of his right hand every Tuesday night? Maybe if things worked out, Luke could finally come up with the courage to ask her out and then maybe they could..

“Uh, dude, put that thing away,” Max said. Truth be told, Luke completely forgot that his friend was still there in the room. He was pointing down at his waist - and holy shit, there was a completely solid erection forming in his briefs. “I’m not gonna chill around and watch you jack off into your tighty-whities. I’m gonna go to the store. Text me if you find your clothes or whatever. They have to be here somewhere.”

Luke nodded sheepishly as Max left the room, quickly pulling back his waistband and tucking his penis underneath it. He was so embarrassed that Max had seen him like that; he was even more embarrassed that he was so out of it that he hadn’t even realized he was getting hard. If that was his response to just thinking of Sarah, what was his reaction going to be when she finally showed up? Could he stop himself?

Not much longer and Luke heard the sound of a car door slam. He looked outside the window and saw Sarah make her way to the front door; oh, she was wearing a tanktop and a pair of tight jeans. Her long brown hair was held back in a high ponytail, her lips pursed as she knocked on the door. “Oh, Sarah,” he moaned as he bit down on his bottom lip. That was when he realized that the front door was locked and Max must have left already - he’d have to answer the door.

Answer the door wearing nothing but his underwear.

In front of his crush.