The hidden desire wins out

He thought about his future, about the pros and cons of…taking…Emily, and sighed. There was no turning back now. Besides, Emily was many things, but she was NOT a girl who wore frilly pink thongs. Much less ones that had such an…electronic component. He had, unintentionally, seen her underwear drawer and knew she didn’t buy anything near as sexy as this. If she saw it in a store, she wouldn’t give it a second thought, much less with its…additional electronic component. However, getting her to touch it may take some convincing. In what world would she ever touch this, much less with him or for him…

Well, there was one way, but this was going to be a bit embarrassing…and a major betrayal. He would have to appeal to her generous, helpful, trusting-her-best-friend side. He almost HOPED this wouldn’t work…

He got up the courage for the…trap…before his conscience came screaming back at him. “Hey Em? I need some advice, and it’s…not something we usually talk about. See, there’s this girl I’m seeing online and...”

She turned to look at him, raised an eyebrow, and interrupted him. “You? Seeing a girl? Whatever will you tell all of your other camgirls?” She folded her arms and gave him that cocky ‘prove it’ smile that he couldn’t stand sometimes. That smile that made him twist just a bit inside when they talked smack before a game even started, the one she used against him when she was beating him badly at whatever game they played. Which was more often than he cared to admit. But it meant she was not assuming anything was amiss, which was the first hurdle.

He just took a deep breath and acted like she intended him to feel. “Ha, better than those chatbots you get on with!” He tossed some popcorn at her. She just ate it out of the air and signaled a touchdown. At least it would keep her quiet.

She kept munching as he continued. “It’s not something I wanted to tell you until I was sure about her. But I think I am. She’s pretty hot and I want to get her something to let her know I’m interested in her in more than just being friends. All of which leads me to ask…I’m a little...embarrassed to even ask you this, but can you tell me what you think of these, as a gift?” He walked up to her and dropped the thong into her open hand.

Time seemed to slow down. And the silence was deafening to his ears, which felt like a river of blood was coursing through them. She stared at it, and then looked at him like he had…well…just handed his best friends a pair of sex underwear. “What the hell, Duncan? This is a thong! And is this…what I think it is…inside it?! What the hell is wrong with you?” She stood up for affect, shaking the garment in her hand at him like it was a baton.

Yep, it was all in his head. He was actually going insane. Could he salvage his friendship at all? He felt a bit woozy and started to sweat. “Well…I just…never mind, I’ll…i’lll just…” he tried to reach for it, his entire life felt like it was blowing up in front of him.

****-makers?!?! Master-makers?!?! Really Duncan?!?! You are such an idiot!!!

Completely oblivious to his inner monologue, she tried to gather her own words together, her face starting to turn a deep shade of red. For which reason, or reasons, he wouldn’t try to know. “Duncan, what the actual hell is wrong with you? Why would you ask me this? And, putting the awkward situation that you handed this to me aside, why would you...consider this...as...a gift...?” She stared down at it as she spoke, as if it was interrupting her thoughts.

Duncan could either tell the truth, or double down on the lie. The lie would at least keep him out of a mental hospital…“I-I don’t know Emily! I haven’t done this before! I’m not good with girls! She just…seemed like she was waiting on…something. Like I was being friend-zoned or something, and she was giving me an opportunity to get out of it…”

She just stared at him, his words temporarily ripping her attention from the garment in her hand. “In what reality did you think asking me was going to be a good idea? Duncan I…we…” she seemed like she wanted to say more but stopped herself before changing what she seemed she was going to say. She closed her eyes, sighed and looked at him minus the wrath of confusion on her face. “We are like family. You are my best friend. When it comes to this stuff, I’m at a loss.” She bunched up the thong in one of her hands and started to unbutton her jeans. “I can’t help you…I don’t think I should ever be the one…to…help…with…” she trailed off, not finishing her sentence. She slowly slid them down her perfect legs…

Wait…what?

She was acting like nothing was happening…or maybe that she was in something like a trance? Like something was going on in her head…he decided to just…keep going…for now. Besides, he did feel a bit of anger from what she said. He felt his face heat up a little. “Yeah, we are friends, BEST friends, and I would think we could talk to each other about anything! If not each other, then who could we go to?”

“Yeah, that’s the case on basically everything! But Duncan, I…I mean we…can’t talk about you with…other people…” She peeled down her modest underwear and stepped out of it. “And besides all of that, do you really believe I’m the kind of girl to ask about underwear like this? Do you think I would wear something this…risqué?” she said, sliding up the pink thong as she said so.

She was completely oblivious. And the multitude of emotions on her face was incredibly confusing. So, as what makes sense, Duncan panicked. His brain couldn’t process her words, as it seemed something was definitely up with her, so his cock took over thinking duties.

He had never seen Emily’s legs before, much less her half-naked body. Not even in a bikini. He couldn’t hold back and just ogled his best friend. Her hips were the perfect size, just enough to accentuate any pair of pants she would wear. In this case, they were hugged by the pink thong, which only made her hips sexier and her…pussy more enticing. He had never thought about her that way before, but now that he was seeing her sans pants, he felt a stirring. Should he point out to her what she was doing or just let it continue? He started having twentieth thoughts. But, he realized, it was way too late to turn back now. And seeing her like this…he wasn’t sure his cock would let him. But…even so…did she…realize? Should he…tell her?

“Um, Em?...if that is what you think…”