I’m still on a break with my guy. A vague pause, no clear start, no planned end. Just a waiting game that lingers, that weighs on me. It’s messing with my head. I think too much. So, I send a message.

"Can I come over tonight? I need to talk about my break."

Him. You know who I mean. Our best friend. The one who’s always been there, who knows us inside out. The one who’s seen too much, our nights, our games, our mistakes, with whom we have already had threesomes.

This is the first time it’s just us.

His reply comes instantly.

"Of course. Come whenever you want. We can talk and grab a bite. My wife and the kid are off skiing with her family."

No hesitation. No questions. Just an open door.

I don’t dress up. Jeans, sweater, nothing special. I’m not here to impress. I just need to clear my head.

When he opens the door, he pauses for a second, eyes scanning me, then lets me in. The atmosphere is calm, familiar. We eat, we drink. Alcohol warms, softens, makes it easier. We talk about everything and nothing, but mostly about my guy. About this fucking break that won’t end.

I tell him everything. How it’s draining me. How I feel lost. And how, in the middle of all this, I started messing around with a coworker.

I wait for judgment. He doesn’t give it. Just sighs, takes a sip of his drink. And then…

"Stop screwing around."

That’s it. No lecture. No moralizing. Just a fact.

I smirk, feeling the bite of his words.

"What do you think?"

"That you two will get back together. Like always."

It’s so simple for him. Like he knows something I don’t. I exhale, frustrated.

"I’m not so sure."

He shrugs, like it’s obvious.

"You just need to clear your head."

The way he says it… I don’t know. It hits differently. My eyes linger on him. Something shifts in the air. And before I can think, I move closer, my knee brushing his.

He doesn’t move away.

"You’re pushing it."

I tilt my head.

"Why?"

He exhales, eyes on me.

"Because I know you."

That should stop me. It doesn’t.

"Then push me away."

A pause. He rubs his face, sighs again.

"You’re impossible."

That makes me smile. Just a little. I lean in, my fingers tracing up his thighs. He could stop me now. He doesn’t.

"Are you serious? You really wanna say no?"

His breath hitches. I unbutton his jeans.

He’s already hard.

"Fuck…"

That one comes out like a whisper. I don’t tease. Well, maybe just a little. My tongue flicks over his tip, barely touching, just enough to make him shiver. He tenses, like he’s trying to resist. It doesn’t last.

I take him in my mouth, slow, deep. He groans, hand gripping the armrest. I play with him, adjusting pressure, pace, keeping him on edge.

And then, I stop. Just for a second. Just to slide my jeans down, leaving only my panties. I want to see how he reacts.

His eyes darken instantly.

"You’re such a slut."

I smirk, taking him back into my mouth, deeper this time. His hand finds my hair, tightens. The rhythm changes, rougher now. He guides me, hips tensing, groans slipping past his lips.

"Shit…"

His breathing quickens. He’s close.

And that’s when I say it.

"You know… I let my coworker take and share pics of me with his friends."

A brutal silence. His body stiffens instantly. His breathing halts for half a second, like his brain is struggling to process what I just said.

His grip on my hair loosens. His eyes snap down to me, wide, unreadable.

"Are you serious?" His voice is low, almost hoarse.

I don’t stop moving my hand on him. Slow strokes, firm. Maintaining the rhythm, keeping him right on the edge.

"Yeah." My voice is steady.

He exhales sharply, looking down at me like he’s trying to decide whether I’m fucking with him.

"You’re fucking crazy," he mutters, half in disbelief, half in something else.

But I just keep going. I don’t let him process it. I tighten my grip, speeding up, watching his reaction.

Then I push it further.

"If you want to do it too, you can."

That hits differently. His entire body tenses. His eyes go dark, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

"You're serious?" His voice is barely a whisper now.

I nod.

He blinks, like he’s trying to understand how we got here. And then, his hand trembles slightly as he reaches for his phone.

I see it in his face. The hesitation. The excitement. The disbelief.

But he does it.

The screen glows in the dim light, and the next second, he’s aiming it at me. Filming. Capturing. Watching me through the lens as I keep stroking him, my lips slightly parted, my eyes locked onto his.

"Fuck…" He breathes the word, stunned, like he can’t believe I’m letting him do this.

A shiver runs through me. I feel the power shift. The way his gaze changes, the way his breathing gets even more uneven. He’s close… so close.

And now, he’s got proof.

His phone shakes slightly in his grip as he snaps a picture, then another.

And then, his body tenses, his hips jerk up into my hand, and with a deep groan, he comes.

I watch, fascinated, as the camera catches everything.

His cum spills onto his stomach, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath. I keep moving my fingers through the mess, slow, deliberate, teasing.

His phone is still in his hand. Still pointed at me.

I glance up, smirking, and slide my fingers through his release before lifting them to my lips.

His pupils dilate. His jaw tightens.

I suck my fingers clean, making sure he sees every slow, wet movement of my tongue. Then, I stick my tongue out in front of the camera, letting him see it glisten before slowly pulling it back into my mouth.

And then, I lower myself, pressing my mouth directly to his stomach, licking up every last drop.

His phone trembles slightly.

"Fuck…" he mutters, shaking his head like he can’t believe what just happened.

I smirk and push the phone away from me.

"Come on, you’ve had enough."

He blinks, still dazed, still looking at me like I just shattered something inside him.

I stand up, grab my coat. He watches me, breathless.

"We don’t talk about this."

I smile.

"Of course."

And then I leave. Calm. Like nothing happened.

But we both know better.

Because this time, it was just us.

And that? That changes everything...