The Friend

“And you were only just saying you hadn’t seen a naked man in months,” I added.

I knew if I could convince Sonia then it would be easy to convince Dom because, let’s face it, it was pretty much any man’s fantasy. It’s not like I was asking her to join in a threesome or anything. Not quite a threesome anyway. Not technically a threesome, I don’t think.

“But he’s your boyfriend. Won’t things be… weird between us, once I’ve seen him naked?”

“Oh, shush, I don’t mind at all. It’s worth it if it makes Dom happy. You know he has a bit of a thing for you, and we’re going through a rocky patch at the moment… He said it was kind of a fantasy of his and there’s no-one else I can trust.”

“You think you can trust me?” she asked with a smirk. I knew she found Dom cute too. I wouldn’t even dare to ask otherwise.

“I know I can trust you,” I told her.

“Well… okay then. Just once. But I’m not doing anything, okay? I’m just going to be there.”

“That’s just how Dom described it.”

“Described it?” Sonia asked.

“How he came clean. He woke up the other night like he was having a nightmare and I put my hand over to touch him and… well, I touched it, and it was huge…”

“I don’t want to know the details!”

“Well, we… you know… it was the first time for a while, so unfortunately it didn’t take very long… but the next morning I asked him what he was dreaming about.”

“And?”

“He was very embarrassed, but he said in the dream he was just at this party with a few girls, and they were all wearing nice dresses and that, and he was just naked, and talking to them, and then I was there as well – thank God otherwise I’d have killed him – and he said I came over and put my hand-”

“You can stop there!”

“I will stop there, because that’s when he woke up, with the massive hard-on and-”

“Stop!”

“Okay! Okay!”

“I’ve said I’ll go along with it, okay?”

“You’re the best, Sonia, just… can you not even mention it to Dom? It’ll be so much better if he thinks it’s spontaneous, like you’re somehow dying to see him naked and have been waiting for this moment for months.”

Sonia rolled her eyes.

“Sometimes I think you plot too much, Kay.”

She was right, but I could tell a good story when I wanted to, and that one was right up there with the best. I nearly believed it myself. Nearly.

The Boyfriend

“She’s been my best friend for ages, Dom, and you know she hasn’t had a boyfriend for months,” I told him, holding his hand.

He looked around the restaurant but it wasn’t like anybody cared about our conversation. His cheeks were flushed. It was rather cute.

“Yeah, but… Doesn’t that make it even odder that she’s asked you?”

“Who else would she ask?”

“Nobody, that’s who! But I just don’t know anyone who says they’d get a kick out of seeing their best friend’s boyfriend in the buff.”

I loved that he couldn’t even say the word “naked” out loud.

“I didn’t say I thought it was normal, but what’s normal anyway, huh?”

“How did she ask you anyway?”

“Well,” I began. I had a good story ready. “She told me that she was at a hen do and they had a naked waiter, and it was soon after her last break-up, and she got a big kick out of this one naked guy being in the middle of all the dressed-up girls. Plus he was cute, she said. But anyway: I said maybe she should get one of those naked cleaners to come to the flat, because you can pay for that sort of thing.”

“Are you sure naked cleaners aren’t just an urban myth?”

“No, they’re not. I’ve looked. But anyway: she said it would be a bit weird with a strange man around, and I said maybe we could pay you to become a naked cleaner.”

“I am not cleaning up after you two!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I said that you wouldn’t be worth the money.”

“Charming!”

“Don’t be like that. Not because you’re not cute, but because you’re shit at cleaning, let’s face it.” It was true.

“So anyway,” I continued, “She said maybe we could get a discount if you were that bad at cleaning. And then I just said that I reckon you’d do it for free, without the cleaning bit.”

“Thanks for volunteering my services!”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind.” I flashed him my best smile and leant on the restaurant table in the way I knew pushed my breasts together. It worked and his eyes glanced down for a second and then back up at my eyes.

“I’m still not sure about it. What do I do, just turn up, strip off and prance around?”

“Oh, no, nothing that obvious. Just… just expect something to happen, okay?”

“I’m sure I’ll notice it when it does.”

“You will,” I grinned, “And also: don’t mention this to Sonia. I want it to be a surprise.”

“I’m sure it will be a surprise! I just hope she wasn’t joking with you.”

“Don’t worry: I know her well enough for that.”

I leaned over the table and kissed Dom on the lips. Even the thought of what was to come was getting me turned on and I hoped we’d make love again tonight. It really had been a while, which is one of the only things I’d told Sonia that was actually true.

“You’re the best,” I told him.

He smiled and blushed again. I couldn’t wait for my plans to come together.

The Big Night

“You’re not going out tonight are you Sonia?” I asked my best friend.

“Not likely,” she said. It was nearly six o’clock so I would expect she’d know by now.

“We were just going to order pizza and watch a movie,” I said, “If you want to join.” I looked over at Dom across the table and smiled.

“Sure,” she said, “Why not.”

It had been weeks since my separate conversations with them, and my special (not entirely truthful) request on behalf of the other. We’d had a few evenings together and they’d been a bit nervous at first, wondering if something was going to happen, but since it hadn’t I think they’d both decided that the other had probably changed their mind. They thought that was the last of it.

We ordered pizza and drank a beer and some wine and talked and laughed. Dom and Sonia got on really well. They had to otherwise they’d never have agreed to something that they thought the other one had requested. I sometimes wondered what would happen if I suddenly left their lives; if they’d hook up together. Who knows.

I didn’t want to choose a movie I really wanted to pay attention to so we put on one of the Marvel movies. I think we’d all seen it at some point. It was March and the heating was on, and I’d turned it up an extra notch, just to make sure.

The last piece of preparation was to make sure Dom sat between us on the long sofa. Three people only just fit, especially allowing for his manspreading, with me on his right and Sonia on the left.

It started even better than I’d hoped.

“Is it me or is it really warm in here?” Dom asked.

“I’m okay,” I said. I’d put a one-piece dress on, just to make things a little more special, and it was about right for the temperature.

“Me too,” Sonia said. She was wearing a blouse and jeans and had already taken her cardigan off before we sat down.

“I’ll take my sweatshirt off,” Dom said.

“Here,” I offered, “Let me help.”

I turned around in the seat, and grabbed the bottom of Dom’s sweatshirt and as he lifted his arms I pulled it over his head. His hair crackled as the polyester ran across it. I dropped his sweatshirt over the arm of the chair beside me and heard it hit the floor.

He seemed to have no idea what was about to happen.

“Also,” I said, “I’ve heard that if your feet are hot then the rest of you feels hot. So what I reckon is…”

I didn’t say any more, but with one hand on his thigh I leant down and hooked my finger into his right sock. I pulled it down, grabbing it with my thumb and tugging it from his foot, before reaching over and doing the same with the other one. His toes wriggled into the short-weave carpet and I heard him swallow. It was the first sign that he was maybe thinking that the promise I had extracted from him was about to be redeemed.

“You said you’re okay with the temperature, Sonia?” I asked her again.

She looked over at me and smiled, nodding with a “mm-mm”. I couldn’t tell from her eyes whether she had any inkling that tonight was to be the night.

“Me too,” I replied, “But I think Dom’s still a bit on the warm side.”

“We could just turn the heating down,” he said.

“Or…” I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, pinched the zip between my fingers and slid it down. There was no sign of an erection yet, and then as I let my fingers linger for a second, I felt a small twitch from his cock.

“Or,” I repeated, “You could dress suitably for the temperature.”

His face flushed and he turned and looked at Sonia. Her eyes gave nothing away as she looked back at him, then across at me. He definitely knew what was going on now, and she surely must as well.

I slid from the sofa and knelt beside Dom, grabbed the waistband of his jeans in my fingers and yanked. His weight held his trousers in place so I moved my hands around the back and pulled again. He was getting the idea, though, as he lifted his buttocks just enough for the denim to pass beneath before lowering his weight again.

I continued to pull, and Dom straightened his legs as I slid his jeans down them. They passed easily over his feet and I casually turned around and dropped them onto the sweatshirt beside the sofa before returning to my seat.

“Better?” I asked him.

“Uh, yes thanks,” he said.

“All good with you still Sonia?” I asked, and winked as she looked at me.

“Yeah, sure,” she said with a half smile.

Dom’s thigh was tight against mine, dress against bare skin, and I could see that it was similar on the other side, but bare skin against denim.

I put my hand on his knee and squeezed. He turned to me and smiled, and as he looked at me I glanced down at the growing bulge in his briefs and licked my lip. The twitch was noticeable this time.

“You still feel hot to me,” I said to him.

“I’m okay actually,” he said.

“Oh, don’t be a martyr. Hey, Sonia?” I called across

“Yes Kay?”

“Can you give me a hand? Just grab the bottom of Dom’s t-shirt and help me with it?”

I was taking a risk, asking her to participate, not just spectate, but I think we’d gone far enough by now.

She did as I asked, and on the other side I began to raise Dom’s t-shirt. And he went along with it, lifting his arms so we could pull it over his head.

Kay released her grip and I dropped it onto the rest of his clothes.

Dom took a deep breath and sat back against the sofa, squeezed between us in nothing but a tight pair of briefs. The bulge in them was unmissable.

“We’ll have to get you some bigger pairs of these,” I said, and I quickly grabbed the waistband and pulled it away from his pelvis.

His cock sprang upwards and both Sonia’s and my gaze was drawn towards it.

“Oh, my mistake,” I said, and made a pretence of trying to cover him back up.

But there was no way that was going to happen, not with the erection he now had. The waistband pressed against the shaft and his cock pulsed, straining to lift up and down.

Dom’s breathing was both deep and rapid as if he were hyperventilating. Sonia was just staring.

“That seems even more uncomfortable than before,” I said, and once more I slipped from the sofa onto my knees and put my fingers into his waistband. This time he lifted his buttocks straight away and I pulled his briefs away from him, dropping them with the rest of his clothes.

I returned to my seat beside him and put my hand on his thigh once more. His cock was pulsing up and down, impossible to ignore. I squeezed his thigh and his pelvis arched a little, but there was nothing for him to make contact with.

I wondered what it felt like, to be naked between the two of us but with no prospect of release. I hadn’t seen him this aroused for a long time.

“Now what?” he asked, looking down at himself, his cock still waving.

“Now,” I said, “Now we watch the rest of the movie. All still good over there Sonia?”

“All good here, Kay.”

“Great stuff.”

I sat back and tried to concentrate on the screen. It was difficult with Dom naked beside me, but I guess even more difficult for him. Maybe I’d reward him with a blow-job once the movie was over.

But, damn, I’d forgotten how long some of those Marvel films are.