My Works

Hands On me (Sid Jenkins)

I was on sid's bed as he played some stupid video games on his computer. the constant electronic voice that said "you lost" was getting on my nerves and the annoying sound of him pressing those buttons on the joystick wasn't helping at all. I laid there, staring at the ceiling as I played with a small ball that I had previously found in a drawer of his nightstand, next to a playboy magazine.
sometimes I shifted my gaze on sid, who was focused on the screen and slightly leaned in to have a better look at the game. he had his messy hair all over his forehead and he wasn't wearing his usual woolen hat — he was still wearing his pajamas at the top but nothing at the bottom, except for his boxers and high socks with some little ducks printed on the fabric.
"ugh! it keeps making me start all over!" he groaned throwing the joystick on his desk.
"then do something else other than letting a damn game brainwash you."
"but I've got only 50 coins left to unlock a new level!"
I huffed and sat up, crossing my arms against my chest. "I am not going to sit here doing nothing just because you have to win that fucking game. get your ass off that chair and spend some time with me."
sid stared at me and I could tell that he felt bad for ignoring me this whole time. he hesitated as his gaze kept shifting between the computer and me, but then he spoke. "you're right, I'm sorry."
I let out a little sound of pride and untangled my arms to place them on the bed, propping myself up.
"wanna do something more productive?"
"like what?" he stood up and grabbed an already-opened pack of chips and started munching them.
"shall we go to the mall?"
"no."
"aw why not?" I pouted and stood up as well.
"well, I don't want to follow you like a puppy the whole time while you try clothes on."
"but you are a puppy." I joked. sid blushed, just slightly, and scratched the back of his head.
"don't call me that."
"why not?" I smirked and stepped closer.
"I don't like it."
"come to the mall with me and I'll stop calling you that."
he sighed.
he never liked going to the mall with me because he knew I would've paid more attention to the clothes and completely forgot about him. though, I knew he enjoyed following me around and giving me recommendations about clothes.
"come on... make your friend happy." I smiled and got even closer to him, placing my hands on his lower chest narrowly tickling him.
sid blushed, this time more visibly, and he hesitatingly nodded.

(skip time)

I was walking down the mall, checking at the windows and popping in the shops every now and then. sid was behind me holding my shopping bags — I had bought two pairs of jeans, a pair of shoes, jewelry and a beautiful brown scarf — yet, I felt like there was something missing... a dress!
"one last shop, then we'll go home." I reassured sid and he sheepishly murmured "okay."
I headed towards a shop that looked quite nice, it seemed fancy and by its window I could tell it had clothes of my color palette.
sid and I walked in and I started scanning the big room — there were beautiful coats, fancy shoes, long and short skirts and gaudy tops. no. I needed a dress.
"oh! there they are." I rushed to a smaller section of the shop where I found a large hanger full of marvelous dresses. I started looking through it, examining the pieces of clothing one by one. sid waited patiently behind me, his gaze wandering around the shop in curiosity but also embarrassment to find himself in such a girly place.
suddenly I picked up a beautiful mini purple dress, tight and soft.
"found something you like?" he asked.
"yes, I think I'll try it on." I said as I turned to ask a shop assistant where I would've found the fitting rooms.
sid watched me disappear behind a wall not so far from where I picked up the dress from. he followed me and stood next to the fitting room I had got in. I closed the curtain and started taking my clothes off.
"how come you have all this money?" he asked from outside.
"it's my parents'." I said as I slipped the dress on.
"oh, I see..."
I turned around, looked behind my shoulder and into the mirror to zip it up. the dress fitted perfectly.
"how do I look?" I opened the curtain and did a quick spin to allow sid to have a full view of the dress. his mouth went dry and he blinked fast, he was struggling to keep his calm demeanor.
"g-good.. i-it looks good..." he stuttered as his nervous eyes darted over my figure.
"great, I'll buy it." I went back in the fitting room and closed to curtain.
after some moments I opened it again, finding sid touching where he was not supposed to touch — he almost jumped as I peeked my head out, catching him admiring some lingerie nearby.
"uhh... I was.. well, there was.. uhhh..."
I totally ignored what he was trying to say or what he was doing before I opened the curtain, instead, I just went straight to the point.
"the zip got stuck, could you help me?"
sid's eyes lit up, but his nervous expression took back over right after.
"y-you want me to help you with the zipper?"
"yes."
"am I supposed to... go in with you?"
"well, yes, if you don't want the whole shop to see me naked."
sid blushed and I assumed it was the word "naked" that had him getting uncomfortable. or the thought of me being it.
he quickly pulled himself together, rushing inside the fitting room with me and placing down the shopping bags he previously had in his hands.
I knew how sid was, so shy with girls and also a bit of a klutz too. I wanted him to get out of his comfort zone and the only way I could have done it was leaving him room to make the first move.
sid noticed I was just standing there, staring at myself in the mirror, and understood he needed to get his hands on me to help me fix the zipper. he gently moved my hair aside, letting fall on my cleavage as his hands worked on my back to take the zip down.
I looked at him through the mirror with a proud expression on my face, content that I was making him do a nice thing for his friend but also intimate from a certain point of view.
he struggled a bit, but he eventually managed to let the zip slide down effortlessly. "done."
I breathed out and thanked him, but then I felt his hands roaming on the small of my back longer than necessary. at first I didn't know how to feel about it, knowing sid was shy about everything that had to do with girls, but somehow his hands felt expert as if he knew what he was doing.
"you look amazing in this color."
did he just compliment me? out of the blue? no stuttering?
"thank you, sid." I cooed.
I saw him smiling behind me, before skimming his hands around my waist. oh. that felt nice.
"you.. like it?" I spoke again referring to the dress and he just hummed in response.
sid's hands roamed on my hips, touching my curves as he admired my back — the zipper down allowed him to glance at my bra. he brought one of his hands back on my back, now delicately touching my bare skin right under the clasp of my bra.
"sid..."
his hands trembled a bit, so I knew he was still the same, but this time he was... bolder. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, he just felt too good.
sid's face lowered on my shoulder and I tilted my head aside to give him better access. I kept looking at him through the fitting room mirror, his eyes making eye contact with mine as he started placing wet kisses on my skin. his hands went back around my waist and I placed mine on his. I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure as I threw my head back, making it fall on his shoulder. sid smirked and started sucking on my skin, probably leaving a hickey.
"sid... what are you doing?" I chuckled.
he didn't respond but just brought his hands on my shoulders, slowly and a bit hesitantly lowering my dress straps. I watched him moving both inexpertly and confidently, now pulling my dress down until it exposed my perfectly-sitting breasts in my black bra. I saw sid's eyes falling on my chest shamelessly, before shifting back on mine and blushing.
"it's okay... you can touch." I reassured him as I guided his hands to cup my boobs. he touched them both, at first squeezing them from the bra shyly and cautiously, but then getting a sudden burst of confidence as he heard me moan and shut my eyes under his touch. his grip grew firmer and slid his hands under my bra to touch me fully. I couldn't wait anymore and I undid it, letting it fall onto the ground and making sid nearly drool at the sight. I quickly stepped out of my dress to remain in my underwear only — I turned around, facing sid and wrapping my arms around his neck. his hands instinctively grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, his eyes eating mine behind those glasses. despite he was making a lot of moves, I could hear his heartbeat louder and faster than normal, his hands a bit sweaty and his cheeks flushed of a light shade of pink.
"we've become temerarious, mh?" I teased him as my right hand started touching his chest, playing and tugging at his shirt.
"a bit..." he sheepishly answered. he was so sexy and cute at the same time.
he leaned in, crashing his lips to mine. oh my god, he was a good kisser! we started heavily eating each other, completely skipping the slow and romantic initial part of make-outs. his tongue tapped falteringly on my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth to tangle it with mine.
he pressed me against the mirror making a loud sound that didn't bother any of us, who were apparently too focused on the kiss — then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me in his arms.
I was aware of the people outside who might have heard us. the kissing sounds were obvious and noisy, but I didn't care — my friend, who was no longer just a friend, was making out with me! everybody knew sid was a virgin — his friend tony called him a loser because he had never touched a girl that was not in a friendly hug, let alone ever kissed one.
sid and I kept kissing, the noise of the chatter outside, the sound of our lips seeking each other, his hands all over me... god, I was in heaven.
he suddenly broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. our eyes were both shut and our breaths came out in ragged gasps. his right hand left my arse and went on his jeans, his fingers hurrying to unzip them.
"are you sure?" I asked him.
"yeah... you don't understand how badly I wanted you for all these years, y/n... having to stand there watching you hooking up with other boys while I couldn't make a move..."
I smiled at his words, feeling flattered and also relieved that the attraction I felt was mutual. I let him unzip his jeans and drop them down at his ankles, his boxers next. he quickly moved my panties aside, his hand slightly shaking as he did so.
"mhh..." I bit my lip as I gazed at sid's size. fuck. that was... certainly not small!
his cheeks colored red again, but this time I couldn't tell if it was because he was embarrassed or just very hot and aroused.
he slowly guided his cock against my core, letting it lubricate with the wetness of my pussy. then he gradually let it slither inside. I felt it filling me up inch by inch (around 7 inches) and I moaned for each thrust.
"don't- shh..." he tried to quiet me down, we were still in public after all, but luckily we were in a crowded shop and I guess people were barely hearing what happened in that fitting room.
it took all of my will not to scream at each movement of his thick member, his thrusts were rough and uneven, yet so strong and defined. I kept feeling his cock head hitting my g-spot repeatedly and relentlessly, almost forgetting that I needed to be quiet.
my hands grabbed his shoulders, my nails dug in his skin. "I'm... I'm close, sid..."
he listened to my moans and pleas and fastened his pace, pistoning inside me. I hit the edge, I overcame it. I moaned in his ear not to let the other people hear us, and I rode the wave of pleasure he was able to give me.
my juices covered his cock, which made him come right after me. he pulled out, stroking his head with his hand, and spurred his seed on my stomach.
"oh my god..." he slowed down and panted in my ear. we both chuckled, our eyes still closed due to pleasure.
I never thought I would've had sex with my friend.