I have a thing for my family friend

I’ve been close friends with this man for many years, the kind of friend you never imagine in a romantic way until something changes, and you can’t see him the same again. We were at his house in Port Harcourt, just the two of us, on a very hot afternoon. 

He walked into the sitting room wearing loose grey gym shorts and sat beside me on the couch. For some reason, the way the shorts fit him caught my attention, and I could see the clear outline of his body. I tried not to stare, but once I noticed, it was impossible to look away.

He stretched out, legs spread as he always does, completely at ease, and my mind wandered to places it shouldn’t have. I kept stealing glances at his thighs and the bulge that moved slightly with every shift of his body. It stirred something in me, and I felt a strong ache growing. I think he might have noticed me looking, but I didn’t mind.

When I got back to my place in GRA that night, I was overwhelmed with desire. I couldn’t stop replaying the image of him in those shorts, the shape so vivid in my mind. As soon as I reached my bedroom, I slipped out of my clothes and began touching myself. I opened his Facebook profile, found pictures from his athletic competitions, and spent over two hours scrolling through them, lost in pleasure. My phone screen was smudged and sticky by the time I was done.

I climax*d intensely, imagining what it would have been like if I had reached over and touched him right there on the couch. I pictured him pulling me onto his lap, those shorts pushed up, him filling me as I tried to stay quiet in his sitting room. My bedsheets were completely soaked when I finished I’ve known him for so long, but now, every time I see him, I can’t help but think about how close I was to crossing that line that night. Next week, we’re sharing a cabin in Obudu for a family and friends’ getaway, which is thrilling but also makes me nervous. I’ll see what happens!