**”Watching and Wanting”**

I’d known Sarah since we were kids, but lately, things between us had shifted. We’d always been casually flirty, but tonight, sprawled on my couch with a half-empty pizza box between us, things took a turn neither of us expected.

“You ever just watch porn with someone else?” Sarah asked, scrolling through her phone with a smirk. Her legs were stretched out, her bare feet brushing against my thigh.

I swallowed hard. “Uh, no. You?”

She grinned. “Nope. Wanna try?”

Before I could overthink it, she pulled up a video—some amateur couple going at it, the girl moaning as the guy’s dick slid in and out of her pussy. My jeans were already feeling tight.

Sarah bit her lip, watching me watch the screen. “You like that?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I admitted.

She shifted, her hand slipping subtly between her thighs. “Me too.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her fingers traced slow circles over her leggings, and when she caught me staring, she didn’t stop. “You gonna just look, John?”

My heart pounded as I unzipped my jeans, freeing my hard cock. The second my fingers wrapped around it, Sarah exhaled sharply, her own hand dipping under her waistband.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” she murmured, spreading her legs a little wider. I could see the wetness glistening on her fingers as she rubbed her clit in slow, teasing strokes.

I matched her rhythm, jerking myself off as the porn played in the background. The guy onscreen was fucking his girl doggy-style now, her ass slapping against him with every thrust. Sarah moaned softly, curling her fingers inside herself.

“You think about this?” she gasped. “About me?”

“All the fucking time,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in my grip.

She let out a breathy laugh, her hips rocking against her hand. “Show me how you’d fuck me.”

I sped up, imagining it was her tight little pussy wrapped around me instead of my fist. Pre-cum beaded at my tip, and Sarah’s eyes locked onto it, her own movements getting frantic.

“I’m close,” she whimpered, her thighs trembling.

“Come for me,” I growled.

Her back arched as she gasped, her pussy clenching around her fingers. Watching her fall apart sent me over the edge—I came hard, streaks of cum spilling over my hand and stomach.

For a second, we just panted, the only sounds our heavy breaths and the porn still playing. Then Sarah grinned, licking her fingers clean. “We should do that again sometime.”

No fucking argument here.