Turn around

You turn around, thinking that you’re going to strangle Isaac. “What the heck is he thinking?” you ask yourself.

As you turn, you see him, standing there. He’s still in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms are crossed across his chest, and he has a lustful and knowing grin plastered across his face.

You take one step toward him, reaching your hands toward him. The John side of your brain tries to say, “I’m gonna **** you for doing this to me, you creep!” Instead, the words that come out of your mouth are Doe's: “I wanna **** on your hard cock!”

You shake your head and try again. You want to say, “I’m going to claw your eyes out with my nails.” Instead, you’re horrified to hear yourself say, “I want you to bend me over and nail me.”

Isaac just grins at you, clearly enjoying this. He’s obviously planned very well for this moment, and the rising tent in his boxers tells you that he’s anticipating even more.

You take two more steps toward him before finding yourself on your knees, rubbing his cock through his boxers. What are you doing? This is your best friend! Still, the lust is more than you can control, and with both hands, you take hold of his boxers and pull them down to his ankles, watching his penis spring forward, centimeters from your face.