Show him Faith’s body

“What the hell are you talking about?” Alex demanded. “How can you be Faith? Faith is just someone my friend and I made up.”

“I know that, Alex,” you replied. “You and I wrote her as the star of our erotic stories. The ones we haven’t told anyone else about. Only you and I know about Faith and her insatiable sexual appetite.”

“John put you up to this, didn’t he?” Alex asked. “He’s created an elaborate prank and … and paid you to act like some character we made up.”

“No,” you answered, trying desperately to come up with some way to convince him. “Just try this for a second,” you plead. “Close you eyes and imagine to yourself what we’ve described Faith to look like. Think of every detail we’ve ever written about and imagine it in your head.”

While he did that, you undid the sash on your robe and let it fall to the floor, hoping you could get him to see what you realized when you looked in the mirror.

“Now open your eyes,” you said to him.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he said when he opened his eyes and saw your perfect naked body.

“Look closely,” you asked him. “Look for all the details we wrote into our stories.”

There was something you didn’t think about, however. You didn’t think about the consequences of placing an incredibly beautiful naked woman in front of your horny teenage friend.

You were hoping to see recognition in his eyes, instead all you saw was hunger. And that hunger was more than you could deal with. You were already horny. Seeing the hunger in his eyes made you instantly wet between your legs, a feeling you had never experienced before. The intensity of the desire you felt made you moan out loud.

That moan was like blood in the water to a shark. Alex smiled and stepped forward, cupping your perfect breasts in his hands.

God that felt spectacular! Was that what all women felt when someone touched their breasts? If so, how could they not always want guys playing with them? Maybe you only felt that because you were a hyper sexualized character from a series of erotic stories?

You moaned again, much louder than before, and then Alex kissed you, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth.

Oh god! You were standing naked in your entry way, kissing your best friend since kindergarten and it made you so horny you could hardly stand it.

His hands left your breasts and one of them slipped behind you and down to cup your perfect ass, while the other went between your legs. His middle finger found no resistance and slid all the way inside of your pussy.

Your pussy!

God, you had a pussy!

Of course you knew that intellectually, but until Alex’s finger slipped inside of it, it was only a conceptual thing. It was something you knew had to be there, but had no idea what it was really like. But to feel it penetrated with his finger made it very, very real to you. And incredibly, intensely pleasurable.

Fuck yeah that felt good! Although you immediately recognized how much better it would feel if it was thicker. And longer. Like maybe the size of a cock.

How could you be thinking that?

“Jesus,” you heard Alex say. “You’re dripping wet. You really want this, don’t you?”

No. You thought.

“Yes,” you moaned, your words not matching the thoughts in your head at all. How could you possibly be this turned on in the presence of your best friend?

“You really are Faith, aren’t you?” He asked you.

“Yes,” you moaned as his finger plundered your depths rather deliciously.

“What was my nickname for you in grade school when I was trying to piss you off?” He asked.

“Port-a-John,” you replied quickly.

And then he stepped back, leaving an incredibly empty void between your legs. His finger had felt so damn good inside of you. You wanted it there again. You needed it there again.

“Shit,” he said. “It really is you, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head.

“How is this possible?” He asked.

“I have no fucking idea,” you said.

“Well, we need to get you dressed,” he said, “and quickly.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Dressing was the last thing you wanted right then.

“I mean, this is creepy as hell. You’re my best friend. I mean .. you’re fucking hot as hell .. but you’re still my best friend. We’ve got to figure out what the hell we’re going to do here, and I’ll be way too distracted if I’m looking at that smoking hot body. So let’s cover you up and figure this out.”

God no! You didn’t want to cover yourself up. You wanted to undress him and get a good look at that ass.

Jesus!

What the hell were you thinking? He was right. This was your best friend. You had to get control of yourself so the two of you could figure out what you were going to do next.

Didn’t you?