Sam

Looking around the room you spot your friend Sam's hand hanging high. She's a green eyed cutie with chin length blonde hair and a short-yet-stacked bod. You've known her since childhood and you've been close friends the whole time, but the relationship has never shown any signs of anything beyond that. You give her a questioning look and she simply nods in response. "Ah, fuck it" you think.

"I'll go with Sam."

She walks over from the back of the room and stands in front of you. You're on the shorter side yourself but she still only comes up to your chin. You lift up her skirt and slide your dick into her thigh sandwich. There's something surreal about this, but you can't place your finger on it. She leans back on you and says "It's not gay if you don't stuff my pussy, right?"

"Language, Sam." Ms. Wilson is quick to admonish Sam, but she just giggles in response. Meanwhile you're now visualizing taking Sam vaginally, your heart flutters when you imagine her flushed face as you take her hand and- "She's just a friend," you think "God i'm making this weird".

"The oath in which he-" Sam stutters when your hips clap against hers, so you slow down a bit and she quickly picks it back up. She has herself propped up on you as you gently fuck her thighs. It might not be the most stimulating thing in the world, but it's still pleasant. You feel her start to slip so you grab her arm to keep her steady, she just laughs and keeps reading. Feeling daring you speed up your pace a little, giving Sam time to gradually adjust to it.

Soon enough you're at a similar pace to when you were with Ms. Wilson "Oh fuck," you think "i'm going to cum on Sam." Images flash through your mind of her naked and on her knees as you cum-

"John?"

You were so deep in fantasy that you didn't notice the distinct lack of Sam on you, and as such continued to hump the air. The world freezes for a moment as you and Sam make embarrassing eye contact. Everything moves again when Sam gives you an awkward smile and inches back to her seat.