Friends with Hidden Benefits

I leaned back into the worn comfort of my beanbag chair, my fingers deftly maneuvering Chrono through the pixelated world of Chrono Trigger on my SNES. My glasses perched precariously on the bridge of my nose, half-obscuring the screen. I had been playing for a few hours, my mind pleasantly absorbed in the game's storyline.

My phone vibrated on the coffee table, pulling me out of the digital world. Squinting, I picked it up, seeing Dawn's name on the screen. My heart fluttered, as it always did, seeing her name.

"I'm coming over. Prepare your famous mint tea," the text read.

A chuckle escaped my lips, shaking my head at her audacity. But, truth be told, I loved it. I loved the unpredictability that Dawn brought into my otherwise monotonous life. Her extroverted nature perfectly balanced my introversion. We were friends, but recently, I had begun to feel something more. It was a subtle shift in the way I noticed her smile, the sound of her laugh, the way she tossed her hair back.

I paused the game and pushed myself off the beanbag, shuffling to the kitchen. My small apartment was quiet, only the faint buzz of the refrigerator and the music of the game filling in the silence. I put the water on to boil and fetched some mint leaves from the fridge.

As I waited for the tea to brew, a sudden knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. I opened the door, revealing Dawn bathed in the soft glow of the hall lamps. Her cheeks were flushed, contrasting with the midnight blue of the cool night.

She was dressed in a low-cut tank top that emphasized the soft contours of her figure, and a pair of jean shorts that fit her perfectly. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, a wild mane that seemed to capture her vibrant spirit. I couldn't help but notice how the light played off her, casting her in an ethereal glow. My heart pounded in my chest, the sight of her stirring feelings I had been grappling with.

She looked up from her phone with a huge grin. "Rob!" Dawn exclaimed, her voice slightly slurred with alcohol. She stumbled toward me, her arms stretching out in a sloppy yet enthusiastic hug. Her strength was surprising, and I found myself working hard to maintain my balance as she struck me. She let out a muffled giggle, her face buried in my chest.

She released me, her smile as intoxicating as the finest wine. She then kicked off her shoes and sauntered into my apartment, settling comfortably onto my beanbag chair and placing her purse down. I extended a hot mug of mint tea towards her, which she giddily accepted.

"So," Dawn started, her words slightly smeared by the alcohol. "This is gonna sound really wild, but I need a favor." She wore a mischievous grin, her usual restraint absent, seemingly dissolved by her intoxication.

I tilted my head, both curious and a bit apprehensive. With Dawn, there was never a dull moment.

"I know this is a bit... out there," she went on, a giggle weaving into her words, "but I'm feeling pretty... well, horny." Her confession hung in the room, and for a moment, silence swallowed everything else.

Taken aback, I blinked. It wasn't that her confession was shocking - we had chatted about sex and attraction plenty of times before in the safety of our friendship - but it was the casualness of her declaration. And her subsequent request almost winded me.

"Like, I really need to masturbate right now. Is there any way I could...borrow your bedroom?" Her question was as easy going as her confession, an amused smile played at her lips, yet her eyes held a serious, almost begging look.

My mind reeled with the information, but before I could overthink, my lips were already moving. "Uh... yeah, sure Dawn. Go ahead." I stammered, my face warming with a blush.

She let out a noise somewhere between a squeal and a laugh. "You're a lifesaver, Rob," she said, downing the rest of her tea in one swift gulp. She set the mug down with a loud clunk.

Dawn then got up, her movements slightly unsteady from the alcohol, but her gait remained undeterred. As she began to make her way towards my room, she paused and turned to me, a cheeky smile playing on her lips.

"Just as a heads up," she said, "I can get... pretty loud. You might want to put on your headphones or crank up the TV volume." Then, with a chuckle, she added, "Unless, of course, you want to listen. That's up to you."

Without waiting for a response from me, Dawn turned and sauntered towards my bedroom, her footsteps light against the old wooden floor. Then, she slipped in, the door closing behind her, but not all the way.

I stared at the partially open door, wondering if she'd left it open on purpose or if it was simply an oversight. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to process everything that was happening. It all felt surreal, like I was part of some strange dream.

The soft click of my bedroom lamp being switched on was a sharp contrast to the rhythmic hum of the video game music that filled my living room. Then came the sound of a zipper being lowered.

I decided to give her some privacy, respecting the boundaries of our friendship. So I returned to my spot on the beanbag, my attention back to the paused game. As I navigated through the pixelated landscapes, I did my best to appear engrossed in the RPG, as if I was oblivious to what was happening in the other room. But in the quiet confines of my own thoughts, I couldn't deny a certain curiosity.

In the secret chambers of my heart, I found myself wishing that I could be a part of her intimate moment, that I could be there to watch, to share in her pleasure. The thought sent a strange, tingling warmth through my body, my mind conjuring images that both embarrassed and thrilled me.

But as tempting as the idea was, I didn't dare voice it out loud. I didn't want to cross a line, to make her feel uncomfortable. Dawn had already trusted me with a very personal aspect of herself, and I felt a strong urge to protect and respect that trust. It was enough that she felt safe enough to be herself around me. This was more than I ever thought our friendship could encompass, and I was grateful for it.

Suddenly, a low, satisfied moan, unmistakably Dawn's, echoed down the hallway. My heart pounded in response, my grip on the game controller tightening. There was a brief pause, a stillness that was almost tangible, before two sharp exclamations - "Ah! Ah!" - pierced the silence. The sounds were quick, barely a second apart, but enough to set my mind alight.

Dawn was indeed in my bedroom, alone and pleasuring herself. The reality of it struck me with a mixture of surprise, awe, and a strange sense of arousal. It was intimate and raw in a way that I'd never experienced before.

As the soft symphony of Dawn's pleasure continued to drift from my bedroom, I found my body responding of its own accord. The game controller slipped from my fingers, forgotten, as I stood up from the beanbag, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.

With careful, noiseless steps, I began to inch towards the door. I was drawn by the sounds, by the raw, unfiltered expressions of pleasure that felt both forbidden and alluring. Each step brought a new detail into focus. The sharp, gasping intakes of breath. The rustling of the bed sheets under her writhing body. The occasional creak of the old wooden bed frame.

I pressed my back against the wall beside the slightly ajar door, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matched the sounds coming from my bedroom. The intimacy of the moment was electrifying, my senses heightened by the knowledge of what Dawn was experiencing just a few feet away. Now, standing just outside, I couldn't resist stealing a glance through the tiny crack.

Dawn lay on her stomach, her right leg bent slightly at the knee, offering me a tantalizing view of a single, bare butt cheek. Her hips moved rhythmically, her body dancing in small circles as she pleasured herself. The unmistakable, slick sounds of her fingers against her own wetness reached my ears, creating an aural picture that perfectly synced with the visual. The realness of the moment hit me hard, and I found myself rooted to the spot, completely taken by the unfolding scene.

As I watched, I could hear her soft moans, each one lower, deeper than the last. "Uhh..." she sighed, the sound interlaced with pleasure. Her breath hitched, and then came another sigh, a barely audible "Mmmph". Her hips kept gyrating, her rhythm increasing.

Her moans punctuated the silence, the words raw and unfiltered. "Mmm... Ah fuck..." Each word was an expression of her pleasure, an intimate glimpse into her world. The sounds came at almost rhythmic intervals, one and a half seconds apart, matching the increasing speed of her movements.

The sights and sounds coming from my bedroom were intoxicating, the intensity of Dawn's pleasure overwhelming. I felt a rush of heat surge through me, pooling in my lower abdomen. It was too much to bear standing, so I lowered myself onto the carpet outside the door, my back pressed against the wall.

The crotch of my pajamas was damp with pre-cum, a physical testament to the arousal I felt. Gently, I unbuttoned the crotch, my hard cock springing free. It ached with an urgency that matched the escalating sounds from the other side of the door.

With Dawn's panting and soft whimpers filling the hallway, I wrapped my left hand around the base of my cock. Using my right, I smeared the slick pre-cum around my glans, the sensation sending a sweet, electric shock through my entire body.

I couldn't help but respond with my own sounds, gentle grunts escaping my lips as I swirled my middle and ring fingers around the sensitive tip. The pleasure was sharp, all-consuming, amplified by the intimacy of the moment and the knowledge of what Dawn was experiencing just a few feet away.

The sounds coming from my bedroom increased in intensity, the squeaking of the bed becoming more rapid and pronounced. Dawn's vocalizations rose in volume and frequency - a clear sign that she was nearing her climax.

"Oh! Ahh! Mmmph!" Each exclamation was a testament to the pleasure coursing through her body. Listening to her, I found my own arousal matching hers. I was in sync with her, my grunts punctuating her moans, the rhythm of my strokes matching the rhythm of her sounds.

I could feel the familiar tension coil in my lower abdomen, my body responding to her escalating sounds. The fact that we were experiencing this simultaneously, albeit in different rooms, made it all the more intense. I was on the precipice, and from the sounds of it, so was Dawn.

And then it happened.

"Aww! Oh shit! Aw fuck! Yes! AWWWWWW!" Dawn's voice rang out, pure and unrestrained, echoing down the hallway. The bed frame shook violently, the sound punctuated by sharp rustles of sheets as her legs alternated between bending and straightening in response to the pulses of ecstasy coursing through her.

As Dawn reached her peak, I felt a powerful surge of pleasure well up within me. With a deep, guttural grunt, I climaxed as well. Waves of intense pleasure radiating from my groin and pulsing through my entire body. My release was potent, my seed spilling onto my hand and the front of my pajamas.

Each pulse was accompanied by Dawn's own vocalizations of pleasure, her ecstasy spurring me on, drawing out my orgasm until I was spent. I shuddered, waves of aftershocks rippling through me, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I saw through the sliver of the open door the gentle twitches of her butt cheek, the small involuntary quivers of her body still humming from the waves of pleasure she had just ridden. Soft, contented moans escaped her with each small buck.

Steeling myself, I got up from the carpet, trying to make as little noise as possible. I didn't want to break the spell, didn't want to intrude on her privacy more than I already had. The hallway felt longer than I remembered as I made my way back to the living room, my body still tingling, a pleasant ache in my loins reminding me of the intense climax I had just experienced.

Picking up the controller, I slipped back into the game as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Dawn and I had shared an intensely intimate moment, albeit separately, and I wasn't sure where this would lead us.

I don't know how much time had passed when the creak of the bedroom door caught my attention. Dawn emerged, her hair slightly askew, a telltale sign of the fervor that had just taken place. She was clad only in her tank top and panties, her jean shorts nowhere in sight.

My gaze lingered on her for just a moment, enough to notice the reddish pink hue that marked her neck, a clear sign of her recent pleasure. The absence of her bra was unmistakable as she moved, her tank top clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. She had a smug, mischievous grin on her face.

"Oh hey," she greeted me nonchalantly, as though she hadn't just indulged herself in the room next to mine.

"You feeling better?" I asked, my voice sounding strangely distant to my ears. I had to clear my throat, cursing inwardly at my nervousness.

"Oh honey, I feel divine." She laughed, throwing her head back. The intoxication had certainly made her more forward and open, yet she was unabashed about it. "Hope I didn't...distract you too much."

My cheeks flared at her words, though I quickly shook my head. "Not at all," I reassured her, forcing a casualness into my voice that I didn't quite feel.

She was near me in a few easy strides, bending over to grab her forgotten purse. Her eyes flickered down to my lap, her grin widening as she spotted the cum stain I forgot I left on my pants. "Looks like I didn't bother you at all," she teased, her voice husky. She winked at me, a playful twinkle in her eye.

As she bent over, her tank top swayed forward, revealing her full breasts. The view was unobstructed, her nipples clearly visible against the soft fabric of her top. The sight was stunning - her nipples were firm and pert, the surrounding skin slightly flushed. My cock responded to the sight instantly, twitching in my pants and beginning to harden once more.

Not missing a beat, Dawn noticed the reaction. A flirtatious giggle escaped her lips, the sound filled with a playful intimacy that set my nerves on fire.

She pulled out a lighter and a single, unlit cigarette from her purse, the corner of her mouth curling upwards in a teasing smile. "I'm just gonna step out for a smoke," she said, her voice still infused with laughter. Her eyes flitted down to the growing bulge in my pants. "But when I get back, I'd be more than happy to 'not bother you' some more."

The implication of her words hung heavily in the air as she sauntered off towards the front door, her hips swaying enticingly. She left me sitting there, my heart pounding and body on fire with anticipation for what might come next.

As Dawn stepped outside, the door closing gently behind her, the apartment fell into a comfortable silence. It was something new, something unknown, but not something that frightened me. The reality of what happened, and what could continue to happen, was slowly starting to settle in. As Dawn continued to enjoy her cigarette outside, I found myself eagerly anticipating her return, wondering how the rest of this night, and our relationship, might unfold.