You finish yourself off

Your blood races as you sit on the floor, throbbing cock in hand, and stare at your childhood friend as she recovers from her orgasm. It's almost impossible to believe that it was just this morning that you first caught Green pleasuring herself.

You realized then that she was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. Now, as she sits less than a meter away from you—half naked and panting, covered in sweat and other juices as a result her ministrations—she is even more beautiful than you realized.

You absently lick your lips, tasting for the first time the tangy fluids she squirted onto your face. It would be so easy to take her, to stand up and thrust your rod into her, press your lips to hers. You're pretty sure she would even let you.

It's wrong though. This is what you'd asked for in the bet, watching; you didn't have any right to touch her. Besides, this was Green, your best friend. You shake your head. As hot as watching her had been, as hot as she was in front of you right now, it was all a mistake; you never should have asked for it.

There would be other girls, but not another best friend. You couldn’t risk throwing all your years together away. Part of you thought it might work out, but there was no way to be sure. You'll wonder what might have been for the rest of your life, but it's better to play it safe. It's better to put this awkward situation behind you and just get back to being friends.

That said, your rod is still as hard as a steel-type in your hand. It's too embarrassing to look at Green now, so you just look down and tighten your grip. It only takes a few more pumps of your fist to bring you past the edge, blasting what will no doubt be a stain into the green room's carpet.

"Really?" Green asks, her voice tinged with pain and anger.

When you look up at her in confusion, you find her scowling down at you with tears in her eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but can't think of anything to say.

"Shut up! Just. Shut. Up," she shouts hysterically, cutting off whatever you might have said. "I can't believe you. I finger myself centimeters from your face, and you do nothing. No, you jack off onto the Arceus damn carpet without even looking at me."

You don't know what to say, or even think. Had she wanted you to do something? It sounded like she was expecting it.

She starts to put on her clothes, pulling down her shirt and angrily grabbing her skirt. "I guess I have my fucking answer! I thought maybe, maybe, when you asked me to masturbate for you, that you had gotten a clue and were actually into me, but nope." She stands up and looks away from you as she fastens her skirt, then looks back down at you, red faced and in tears. With real pain in her voice, she says, "I really liked you, Red. You know that? I've liked you for years, and all you've ever done is trample all over my heart."

You're utterly confused. She liked you? For years? You had no idea, and somehow still feel like a colossal ass. What would it have been like to be with her for all those years? It hurts you to see your best friend like this, but you don't feel like you have the right to say anything. Hopefully you can talk it all out after everything's calmed down.

Green pulls up her panties, grabs her bag, and storms over to the door. Stopping, she glares back at you and flatly states, "This was your last chance, and you blew it. Don't try to contact me; I never want to see you, or even hear from you again. I hope you fail your gym challenge, so I don't have to hear your name when they announce the finalists. Goodbye, Red." Nothing left to say, she storms out of the room and leaves you alone, with your dick wilting in your hand and your face covered in her juices.