JUST FRIENDS

18

"Blu was right. These walls are thin."

Maze had stirred in her nap, not remembering being placed in  bed but there nonetheless and tucked in comfortably, she'd add. It wasn't lost on her that it was probably to ensure that she wouldn't be awakened until morning but the moaning and shuffling bedsheets just wouldn't let up.

Blu and Honey were loud.

Or perhaps it was just Honey, because as she stopped to listen, she could only hear the girl's deep moans reverberating all the way inside her bedroom.

Stealthily, Maze climbed out of bed, tiptoed closer to the wall separating them, closer to the room that was probably meant to be an office or lounge, definitely not a place where two humans could live in peace. Because for fuck's sake, she felt she could see their moment unraveling right before her eyes from the audio alone.

"Ah!" There was a sharp cry.

Maze paused, arms crossed, it was too quiet for her to shuffle forward any further for a moment.

And finally Blu spoke with an ocean of affection in his tone. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

He was checking on her. How considerate.

Maze had half a mind when she grit her teeth, ear properly pressed against the wall, making sure she could hear every word.

Winded, Honey said, "I'm so good... it's just-feeling you inside me like this, I've got to adjust."

That was supposed to be Maze. She could've slid down the wall right then and there.

"Let's try missionary?" She said again.

The bitch couldn't even ride him... what a pity but not completely unexpected. Honey seemed like the type who needed to pace herself.

She wasn't even about to try though?

If that was her, Maze would've took it, she would've put on a show. Would've done squats and splits and all types of tricks to feel him lose control underneath her. He'd try hard to last. He'd fail. Mmm.

"Better?" Blu asked, voice low like a sunset, causing Maze to feel warmer inside.

"Oh my god, yes!"

There was a moment of their heavy breathing, then his mattress sighing softly in between layers of memory foam, whimpers falling out of his girlfriend's mouth. The stroking was starting to get noisy with how wet she was. Blu hissed.

Gently, he asked. "Can I go deeper?"

God...

Maze could imagine him over her, asking that same question, hair hanging over his face, skin slick with heat, delightfully heavy on top of her. His body pulsing with the effort to restrain himself, hiding what he really wanted, how badly he desired to split her apart for making him wait, wait, wait.

Wait, Blu, we're just friends, that's all we should see each other as. Now let me paint your nails with this new chrome polish I bought, maybe that will help you calm back down.

Blu, wait, I have a boyfriend. I mean, I like you better but that's how it's supposed to be, all girls love their friends more than they love their boyfriends. It's normal.

Wait, Blu, hold on. We're nothing more than friends, you're caught up in a trap of delusions thinking we could be more than that. Be serious.

It'd be his eyes that'd give everything away, wild and unfocused. Full of payback. Pupils blown all the way out like he just took a shot to the heart...