Wilson

Chris and Wilson were just hanging out in their room, listening to Rush and talking/reading. The duo had been described as by Wilson's friend Sarah as "a redneck John Steed & Emma Peel" at one point, which was fairly accurate.

The duo, linked by common interests, was capable of talking for hours about anything, as close as any married couple. Best of all, whenever Wilson was over at Chris' house, his folks knew that Wilson could be in his bedroom with the door closed and not be concerned.

After a while, Wilson began to feel unseasonably hot. Casual glances over at Chris began to get overpowered with lust.

"Stop it, it's wrong; he's like a brother to you," she thought to herself. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'll be back in a bit, Chris. I gotta get a shower." Practically sprinting to the shower room, the blond stripped down and made sure to have the water extremely cold.

Trying to exorcise all thoughts of sex from her mind, when the water hit her body, it felt like every nerve was on fire. Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands, slipping them below the waist.

"What's wrong with me? OOhhh, that's good." Despite being a virgin, she'd gotten herself off in the past, but this time, every fantasy in her mind involved her best friend.