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Best of Friends 15 - Late Night Video
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 12:33:11 +0000 UTCThe lock clicked behind Rachel, the faint echo of it swallowed by the rumbling bass down the hall. Sage already knew it was Mel. She had been throwing loud, wall-rattling parties since moving in.
And Mel made sure never to invite Rachel.
Rachel lingered near the door, her fingers grazing the deadbolt as she listened. It was strange that she still felt like an outsider at times. Despite all her efforts to fit in, girls still seemed to keep her an arm's length away. Perhaps her father was right, perhaps she would have been better off staying in her small town. Sheltered and safe, working towards the family business of law.
But Rachel was wild. Wilder than her parents would have liked, at least. While she had not yet found her place in the world, Rachel knew it wasn't back in Herferd.
She sighed slowly, feeling the weight leave her lungs as she walked to her living room.
Rachel kicked off her shoes and plummeted onto the couch. Closing her eyes as the booming bass vibrated through her body. Her phone buzzed.
Ethan: What are you doing?
Rachel stared at the screen, more excited than she'd like to admit. She checked the time.
1:03 a.m.
Her heart picked up. Fluttering, the way it sometimes did when a teacher called her name unexpectedly, or when she caught someone watching her from across the room. She slid her thumb across the screen and typed.
Rachel: Just got home.
She adjusted herself, wrapping her arms around her legs. Her head rested against the back cushion as her eyes fluttered shut. The bass down the hall boomed louder as if Mel knew she was falling asleep. Rachel opened her eyes and sighed.
Another buzz from her phone.
Ethan: Come out.
Rachel stared at it. Surprised she considered it even for a moment.
Rachel: Can't. Just got home for the night.
Rachel was surprised at how fast Ethan replied. She'd assumed he'd be the kind of guy to play it cool. But this felt desperate. Perhaps that was an idea that Rachel liked more than she wanted to admit.
She stared at the thread. The three little dots appeared, vanished, then came back.
Ethan: What were you doing?
Rachel hesitated, biting her thumb.
Rachel: went to see a movie.
She didn’t know why she answered him. Especially after everything he did at the party. The dares. The way he looked at her when she took her top off. The way he called into the crowd after her. It was clear that her well-being wasn't his top priority. Rachel knew that. She wasn't dumb. Ethan would never be someone she could fully trust.
And yet…
There was an allure to him. Rachel hated that she was falling for the classic jock. Tall, athletic, and handsome…
Well hung.
A man every girl wanted, and it gave him the luxury of being an asshole. But there were moments of kindness to him. Plus, he was one of Jack’s friends. That had to count for something. He wouldn’t be in that group if there weren't some redeeming qualities. At least, that's what Rachel told herself.
Ethan: Who were you with?
Rachel's thumb hovered. Why did he care?
Mike's warnings ran through the back of her mind. Deep down, she knew he was right. Ethan wanted her body and would do anything to get it, like all men it seemed. That stung in a way. To be desired certainly was exciting under the right context, but to constantly be bombarded by it…
She typed slowly this time, her fingers lingering too long between each letter.
Rachel: Mike and Noah.
Ethan's fast replies ceased.
The dots didn’t come. Nothing came.
The bass from Mel’s party thumped louder, drowning the silence. Rachel yawned, her jaw cracking slightly as she leaned into the couch.
Then came the knock.
Rachel sat up, tense. Her eyes shot to the door. The knocks continued. Not frantic, but steady.
Rachel slowly walked to the entrance and peered through the peephole.
Mel stood on the other side. Eyes glazed in a stupor of alcohol and hedonism. Rachel pressed her head against the door for a moment, steeling herself as she unlocked the deadbolt and cracked the door open.
“Yeah?”
Mel stood there barefoot, wine bottle in hand, eyes rimmed with smudged mascara. Her top was slipping down one shoulder, and the glitter on her cheekbones caught the hall light like frost.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes flicking into Rachel’s dorm.
“Getting ready for bed,” Rachel said, a little too sharply.
Mel raised an eyebrow.
“I hear you ‘getting ready for bed’ a lot these days.”
Rachel blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Mel smiled flatly. “Nothing. You got any liquor? We ran out.”
Rachel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“Sorry. Fresh out.”
Mel rolled her eyes and rocked back on her heels.
“How long is the party going to last?” Rachel asked.
“Why does it matter?” Mel snapped.
“Because I have school tomorrow?” Rachel said.
Mel scoffed. "We all have school tomorrow, that doesn't make you special."
"Well some of us actually want to pass our classes, Mel," Rachel said coldly. Mel smirked, rolling her eyes as she shifted her weight.
“You can always sleep with a professor when you fail," Mel shot back.
"That might work for you, but it's not for me. Just keep it down, ok?" Rachel kept her words tempered.
"Yeah, whatever. We’ll try to keep it down. I’d invite you over but there aren’t any guys to fuck, so I think you’ll be bored.”
Rachel stared. “Goodnight, Mel.”
She slammed the door in Mel's face.
The music got louder. Rachel had anticipated that. A chorus of laughter spilled through the walls as Rachel turned and leaned her back against the door, eyes closed, lips pressed into a hard line. Her phone buzzed from the couch.
She didn’t move.
Not yet.
Let him wait.
The phone buzzed again.
Rachel dragged herself back toward the couch, limbs heavy, eyes dull. She was done. Whatever the night had left to offer, she didn’t want it. She just wanted quiet, a cool pillow, and her eyes to close.
But the phone buzzed again. With a defeated sigh she picked it up.
Ethan: what were you guys really doing?
Ethan: Were you fucking?
Ethan: Did Mike get to fuck you again?
Rachel didn't bother with formalities, she was too tired to care at this point.
Rachel: It's not your business.
Ethan: I fucking knew it. You're a slut lol
Rachel scoffed at her phone. Was she? No, she was getting into her head. Rachel just needed to sleep. She picked up her phone, planning to turn it off.
But another message came through from Ethan.
Ethan: You'll fucking love this.
It was a video.
Rachel hesitated. A part of her already knew what it was. Then she pressed play to make sure.
It started instantly, no lead-in. Harsh, artificial light bounced off Ethan's slick, erect cock. He was stroking it slowly. Methodically. Lube glistened over his thick length, catching in the shadows of his fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft. It was giant, veiny, swelling. The sound of his steady strokes, the way his giant balls hung, the lighting against Ethan's glistening abs…
Rachel's breath caught in her throat as her mouth fell open.
She couldn’t look away.
His grip tightened as he slid upward, stopping just under the head. His thumb swirled the lube across the swollen tip, a bead of precum glinting like a jewel. Her thighs clenched.
Her clit throbbed.
She swallowed. Her breath shaking. Her hand hovered near her waistband, like gravity was pulling her towards it.
Then she shook her head and put her phone down. She needed to cool off and collect herself. It was just a video, and it was one she hadn't asked for. Once again, Ethan had crossed a line. Rachel steeled herself and typed.
Rachel: This is disgusting.
And it was.
Rachel thought less of him instantly. She could never respect a man who would so willingly cross boundaries to get into her pants. Ethan was gross. Arrogant. Probably drunk. Definitely a pervert.
...
Rachel replayed the video, turning up the sound.
She rewatched the last few seconds. The slow swirl of his thumb. The flex in his forearm. The deep, low moan he let out—barely audible, but enough to echo in her head.
Buzz.
Ethan: I know you fucking like it though. Because you're a slut. You just don't know it yet lol. Want another? ;)
Rachel stared at the message.
She hesitated. Far longer than she would have liked to admit.
For a moment, she wondered what it would be like to see him cum. From a different angle, with sound. She wanted to hear him moan while Ethan came for her. He would do it for her if she asked.
"No! No… absolutely not," Rachel said softly. She couldn't let him cross boundaries like that. It was disrespectful and wouldn't lead to anything positive.
Rachel: Don't ever send me videos like that without asking again.
Delivered. Read.
Buzz.
Ethan: Lol ok your Highness. You and I both know you want it.
Rachel: I don't.
Ethan: Suuure. Maybe next time I'll just ask you to come out and see it in person ;)
Rachel scoffed and tossed her phone to the side.
Fuck him.
She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the couch. Her pussy was pulsing now. She could feel the moisture between her thighs, her panties damp from carnal desire.
She dragged a hand down her stomach.
Noah.
She thought of his soft hands. The way he kissed her gently, his fingertips barely brushing her hips. He always asked before going further. He was sweet. Loving. Safe. She loved him more than anything.
More images flooded her mind as her fingers explored herself.
Mike.
She thought of his hands gripping her hips tightly while they fucked. The way he turned into an animal when he saw her. The way he pounded into her like she was a doll. Like he didn’t need permission.
Rachel's lips parted, Ethan appeared in her mind.
His smirk. His cock. His arrogance. She couldn't help but wonder what a man like that would do to her.
She pictured him in her room. Shoving her against the wall.
His massive cock sliding between her thighs, slick from her dripping juices. Pushing into her without warning. Stretching her open slowly, painfully, until she gasped from the pressure. She imagined his tip slamming into her cervix.
She wanted to feel it. She wanted Ethan to fuck her till she was sore. The kind of pain that was felt right. Rachel closed her eyes, fingers drifting down to her clit. Ethan was behind her, slamming her into the wall with powerful thrusts. A tower of a man taking her, filling her, using her.
He’d lean down to her level and whisper into her ear.
"I know you fucking want it."
Rachel caved. She plunged her fingers into her pussy as Ethan squeezed her breasts. As he pulled at her nipples. Bit her neck. Rachel was moaning. Pleading.
He fucked her hard, holding her leg up as he drove into her. She imagined the wet slap of their sweating bodies. The smell of sex filling her dorm while they fucked passionately. The way it would feel to be so full, she thought she might split open.
She wanted him to cum inside her. To fill her completely. She wanted Ethan to try and get her pregnant. She could feel it. The rush of hot, thick cum flooding her womb. Spilling out between her thighs. Coating her thoroughly.
Rachel’s hand moved faster. Her fingers worked in tight circles over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat.
The music outside pounded louder.
Rachel's back arched.
Her legs buckled.
She came.
Her body trembled, fingers soaked, thighs clenching.
The room spun for a moment. She gasped softly, then let her head fall back.
Euphoria overtook her. Followed by shame. It was just moments ago she had said goodnight to Noah. Now, she lay ravaged by the thought of another man.
But Noah would have liked it. She knew Noah probably wanted to see it happen as much as she did. Rachel didn’t wipe the slick from her fingers. Didn’t check her phone. She just lay there, flushed and still, the music still thumping through her apartment walls.
Sleep finally found her.
Comments
northdrop
Oooo it’s happening! Rachel is beginning to awaken to the woman she was always meant to be but feared to embrace. Noah has given her that place of safety to explore this part of herself and she’s discovering that she likes it. The question being, is she ready to embrace herself just yet? Is Noah? Love to see it:)
