“Is there something on my face? What are you staring at?”
Rob was shaken from his reverie. He would have a lot of work to do to take their lifelong friendship to the next level. He reached for the coffee, trying to conceal his resurgent erection. He barely missed Claire’s gaze traversing his body in return.
Most of the day was eaten up with work on the house. Rob busied himself with the awful state of the electrical wiring, managing to limit himself to merely one life-threatening shock for the day. Claire spent the time scrubbing the house from top to bottom. She started upstairs, but by the time she made it to the ground floor she was soaked in sweat. She pulled off her hoodie, and changed from her cleaning gear into a pair of shorts. Rob watched, transfixed, hidden from behind the TV, as she crawled across the floor, breasts dangling under her shirt, legs pumping as she pushed herself and the scrubbing brush along. It was all he could do not to jerk off behind the TV as her incredible ass retreated into the hallway. She pushed away from him, his eyes glued to her ass. She pushed back, and he was hypnotised by her swaying tits. They seemed to grow until they were occupying all his vision, his mind, his whole self.
“How’s the TV Rob?”
He jerked, shocked himself, shrieked, and jerked again. Claire giggled and got to her feet, massaging the small of her back. Rob gave his tongue up for lost and issued a noncommittal grunt.
“Try to get it working for tonight. I know you’ve found something to watch, but I can’t see anything at all.” She winked at him and sashayed away. Eventually Rob composed himself. He was certain that was flirting. A moment later, he was less certain. A moment later still and he was doubting himself even further. He busied himself with the TV again.
At last, the day drew to a close. The pair flopped onto the main couch, still covered in the dust of the days work. Rob thought he had gone to heaven when Claire squealed in delight as he turned on the TV, finally working. She threw her arms around him, and he spent a moment basking in her presence. She snatched the remote from him, and hunted for something to watch. Channel 1 – Dead. Channel 2 – Dead. Channel 3 – surprise! Dead.
Claire leaned into him, head on his shoulder. She pulled a blanket around herself, and put on her sweetest voice. “Rooooob, can you fix the TV again pleeeease?”. He couldn’t say no. He hopped up, and forced his torso between the back of the TV and the wall behind it. He started to poke at cables and fiddle with connections. His t-shirt caught in the variety of hooks and clips in the mass of cables, and he pulled it off so he could push deeper into the jungle without getting snagged.
“Is it working yet?” He asked.
“No, keep trying!”
Rob wiggled a cable. “That work?”
“No!”
He unplugged something, and plugged it back in. “How about that?”
“Um. I think. It’s working. Um.”
Rob pulled himself free from the confines of the cable zone, and looked at the TV, to be met with instant hardcore porn. It started with a close-up, cock in pussy, but soon zoomed out to reveal the amateur-seeming couple. A couple that looked almost exactly like Rob and Claire, fucking and screaming without sound. Rob watched as TV-Rob’s massive cock slammed over and over into TV-Claire, and predictably got a massive erection of his own. “Maybe you should change the channel, Claire?”
Claire nodded absently, her head turning to him while her eyes stayed glued to the screen, and did nothing.
“Claire. Hey Claire. Claire!” Rob had walked towards her, and at the last moment realised his throbbing cock, perfectly visible through his shorts, beating with the pulse of his heart, was right in front of her face. Claire turned to stare at it directly, her mouth hanging slack. Her eyes tracked across his toned torso, up to his face. She let out a squeak, and turned her head away. Rob sat down next to her, and made to take the remote from her hand. He had to reach across her to do so, bringing his face close to hers. She turned to face him, and time seemed to slow down. Her head moved towards his, just a fraction of an inch, and that was all it took. In a second, she was pressed against him, her tongue in his mouth, their wet lips sliding over one another.
Claire felt as if she was in a dream. She had wanted this for so long, hadn’t she? Her lifelong friend. And his mouth felt so good on hers, why hadn’t they done this before? She leaned harder into the kiss, panting with need. Her leg slid up and over Rob’s thigh, moving to straddle him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. His hard cock pushed against her and she let out a soft moan. She knew, dimly, that she was moving too fast. But something about the TV had loosened something within her. She had waited for years. She could wait no longer. She ground herself against him.
Rob moaned as though he would cum then and there, and Claire broke the kiss to let him catch a breath. She saw her chance and did not waste it, pulling her shirt over her head to reveal her bare breasts.
Rob couldn’t help himself, confronted with her wonderful, firm, thick pink nipples for only the second time. He dove straight in, and heard her groan. He kissed and licked her nipples, and worked his way up her chest to her neck. Over her shoulder he saw the TV was now showing only a woman who looked like Claire but taller, wearing glasses, spreading her legs and fingering herself wildly as she seemed to be watching them. He ignored it – the sight in front of him was more important. He was further distracted when Claire stood up, and ripped off her shorts and panties.