Prank

When Laney discovers that her roommate Brian has been the victim of a cruel prank, she knows of only one way to make things right. But revealing secrets in her effort to sooth might change their friendship. Forever.

Excerpt:
My phone buzzed again. This time, the text was from Sandra. The friend who had helped me set him up with that other girl. It contained a link to a social media website followed by the words: I’m so sorry.

I clicked on the link. Realized that the account belonged to the woman that Brian had been out with.

She had posted several photos.

The glare from the flash was pretty bad, probably because the shots had been taken inside a very dark car interior. But there was no mistaking the guy in the images.

It was Brian. Stripped down to his boxers, just as I had found him.

His expression went from eager, to embarrassed, to absolutely horrified. I could only imagine what the woman had said to elicit such responses, especially since the entire album of photos had been titled: “Poor little virgin hoping to finally get laid.”

Wait. What?

Unfortunately, the caption was possibly the nicest thing about the whole post. I read in disbelief as the woman recounted how she’d gone on a so-called ‘pity date’ with a nerd. She was congratulating herself on the deception, how she’d made him believe that she actually wanted him.

And she and her friends were making snide comments about more than just his appearance. They were tearing apart his sweet, shy, manner.

Along with the fact that he’d actually confessed to her that he was still a virgin.

Oh. My. God.

I had no doubt that she’d at the very least laughed in his face. Probably had taunted him mercilessly, before leaving him stranded in just his underwear.

It was a good thing that her page was set to only receive comments from ‘friends’ so that I couldn’t post anything. And I wasn’t about to send her a friend request. It would be a waste of time and right now, I had more important things to worry about.

Namely, I had to take care of Brian.

I headed out and bought him a six-pack of his favorite beer, then let myself into his room without knocking.

And realized that he was dealing with more frustration—sexual frustration—than embarrassment at the moment.

He had his boxers pushed down. One hand was wrapped so tightly around the shaft of his cock that his knuckles had whitened, yet he was stroking himself up and down.

His eyes were closed and he did not appear to have heard the door open.

My breath stuttered and my heart raced and my pussy was instantly drenched.

I had never seen Brian fully naked, of course. Never had even a hint of what might be hidden under the jeans or shorts he so often wore. Now that I knew what his cock looked like, however, I knew that particular image would be emblazoned into my memory forever.

Fueling the many fantasies that I always had late at night. When I used my fingers or my vibrator to make myself cum.

I wanted to touch him. To stroke him the way that he was stroking himself.

And more.

I should walk away. Pretend that I hadn’t seen anything. But after what I knew Brian had been through tonight, I wanted him to know that a woman could want him.

Even if that woman was only me.

I set the beer down on the nightstand. His lashes fluttered and started to lift, but before his eyes were open, I was on the bed with him. The mattress dipping under me as I straddled his legs and took his cock in hand.