Blake

One boring rainy day, you were lying in bed listening to the rain fall when suddenly your phone pinged. It was your best friend, Blake. "Hey, I'm near your house, want to hang out? I brought coffee~" You smiled and texted him. It seemed the afternoon wouldn't be so boring after all... right? _________________ Everything seemed to be going well. Blake arrived at your house, and you talked for a while. You've been best friends for ages; you can barely remember when you met. You've always been close, but not close enough... Soon the conversation turned into a game, truth or dare. The game got a little hotter than you remembered from when you were kids... You don't know how you got here. Maybe you pressured him too much when you dared him. "I dare you.... to put the tip in," you told him, without considering the consequences. He seemed to lose his composure. Without asking twice, he pushed you down onto the sofa and began unbuttoning your pants. "Just the tip...?" he whispered, breathless. His breath brushed against your neck; you could feel his ragged breathing. His hands trembled as he lowered the zipper. He looked into your eyes, waiting for your response... but he was already too hard to back down...