This story is an expansion of u/CastiNueva's script, The JOI of the Shower Curtain. I wrote it as a Christmas present for my friend. For the purposes of this post, I have changed our names.
Find the original script here.
Find a script fill by u/wickedsub here.
Megan stirred from a deep sleep, awaking to the soft glow of sunlight illuminating the room. It took a few seconds for her mind to register that she was not in her own bed. She had spent the previous night at a dinner party with Dave, but she knew this was not Dave’s bed. It was a queen, and Dave had a twin. Also, the other side was warm. Someone else had been sleeping next to her. To top it all off, her panties were soaked. She was naturally wet, but this was definitely more than that could explain. Something, or possibly someone, had definitely turned her on.
As is typical after a night of drinking, Megan had a hangover, and, consequently, her memories of the previous night slowly returned, bit by bit. After she got out of bed, she went to the kitchen to get some water. Along the way, she noticed several things about the apartment. The wood floors were terribly scuffed and needed to be refinished, a crystal lamp from somewhere in Europe sat on an end table underneath a painting of a forest landscape scene, and three mismatched couches adorned the living room. All of these pointed to one conclusion: she was in Steve’s apartment. Megan had known Steve since childhood, and, among his friends, he enjoyed fame for his great, though modest, dinner parties. He never invited more than five people.
Once Megan had some water, her hangover began to clear. She made sure to take it easy and avoid bright lights. While she relaxed, a cripplingly awkward possibility occurred to her. italicsDid I hook up with Steve?/italics she thought. She tried her best to remember what happened after the party last night. Steve offered to let her stay in his guest room, and she chugged a glass of water before bed. That was all okay, but the other side of the bed was still warm when she woke up. italicsDid I?/italics she thought again. She checked her panties but she only found her own pussy juices, no cum. italicsNo. No./italics she assured herself. italicsHe’s like my little brother. He wouldn’t try anything./italics
Footsteps echoed from down the hall. They were coming toward her. The man making them was humming a tune Megan vaguely recognized, but she couldn’t place it. She began to panic at the thought of some strange man seeing her right now, terribly disheveled and in her warmest, most comfortable, and unsexiest pair of sweatpants that she always kept in her car. What if he turned out to be the person from the bed? Would he cringe at the sight of her?
“Hello?” she called out.
“Hey, Megan,” a familiar voice returned. It was Dave’s.
Relief flooded through Megan’s entire body as she took comfort in knowing that she had a guy she trusted nearby. The relief was temporary, though. Multiple questions now entered her hungover mind. italicsWhy is Dave here? Was he in bed with me? Did anything happen? Does he remember more of last night than I do?/italics
Dave stepped in the kitchen to find Megan just as he had left her: hair a mess, hungover, and wearing her most unflattering sweatpants. “There she is,” he said playfully, “Hangover Megan.”
Megan blushed and retracted in slight embarrassment. italicsHe really does know me too well,italics she thought.
“How are you feeling?” Dave asked.
“Hungover,” Megan replied, “but it doesn’t feel bad. I don’t know how much I had to drink, but I’m slowly remembering last night.”
“A little over two bottles of wine,” Dave said. “That’s what I saw, anyway. I thought you would wake up worse than this, since you chugged vodka right before bed…”
It took Megan a moment to put two and two together. italicsDave was here with me last night,/italics she thought. “That was water,” she said. “I knew I would be hungover, so I thought I would do at least a little bit to help future me.” Megan now mustered all the seriousness she had for the lingering question on her mind. She met Dave’s gaze and said, “Dave, be completely honest with me.”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? What’s wrong?”
“Were you in bed with me last night?” Megan asked somewhat anxiously.
“Yes, I was. Steve offered to let us stay here since we were both drunk. After he went to bed, you suggested that we share a bed, since we were basically playing grab-ass at that point. Don’t you remember? We agreed we wouldn’t have sex while we were both drunk. Oh wait...I guess you don’t.”
Megan felt the memories return to her, embarrassed by playing grab-ass but warmed by the knowledge that Dave was still a gentleman, even when drunk.
“Did we do anything?” she asked.
“We didn’t have sex. I uphold my promises to you. You know that.”
Megan worked up courage to ask what she wanted to know next. “Then why did I wake up with soaked panties?” She felt a rush of vulnerability as she admitted something so personal, even though she did it to Dave, the best male friend she could recall having.
“Well, we did tease each other,” Dave said. Megan gave him a look of mild betrayal. “Teasing is not sex,” he added, countering her look. “Neither of us made any direct sexual contact.”
“What do you mean by ‘direct sexual contact’?”
“You asked if we could spoon. I figured that was fine, since spooning, while intimate, doesn’t have to be sexual. I wrapped my arm around you, then you held it, and I kissed you goodnight on your shoulder. Naturally, my cock got hard, and it had nowhere to go except straight into your ass.”
“Oh,” Megan said. She felt stunned by Dave’s candor.
“Then…” Dave hesitated. For an instant, he felt unsure of what to say. But, as he recalled, Megan asked for complete honesty, and she deserved it. “You started grinding against it.”
Now, Megan started to remember it: Dave’s hard cock against her ass, slowly stroking along her crack. She couldn’t feel much through her sweatpants, but the knowledge that is was Dave’s cock teasing her made her pussy wet. Now, the memory was doing it, too. She wanted to go away and touch herself, but she needed to remain firm to make sure nothing more than teasing happened. “Did we do anything else?” she asked.
“No.” Dave said. “You asked if I would play with your nipples and clit, but I wouldn’t do it.” After meeting Megan’s gaze, he continued, “We were both drunk, but we made a promise to each other. I’ve wanted you for a while, and you know that, but I don’t want us to do things we’ll regret. I think a drunk first time together would be one of them.”
Megan felt touched by Dave’s faithfulness to his word. He cared about himself, but he also cared about her and what she thought of him. In her mind, a man who left her horny but kept his promise to her was worth far more than one who fucked her brains out. “You’re a really special guy, Dave,” she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. She walked over to hug Dave. As she embraced him, an intimate warmth spread throughout her body.
Dave could feel it, too. Like Megan, he had wanted more last night, but doing more would have been a bad idea. Still, thinking about it would definitely get him hard again. He had to dash the thought from his mind while he hugged Megan, though, since a hardon would definitely ruin the tender moment of friendship.
The friends released each other, and Megan went to get more water. Dave followed her into the kitchen. He looked through the refrigerator and found some eggs. “Do you want some breakfast?” he asked.
“Sure, but do you think we should see if Steve wants some?”
Dave scoffed. “Please. You know how drunk Steve gets at his dinner parties. We’ll have an easier time waking up a rock. He’ll be down until noon, easily.”
“I guess you’re right.”
The two dined on scrambled eggs and toast, making sure to drink plenty of water to nurse their respective hangovers. Once they were finished, Dave took their dishes over to the sink and began washing them.
Megan watched him work, admiring his strong work ethic toward a task that would likely go unnoticed. He was such a good man, which was, in part, why she enjoyed teasing him. She felt this a was a great opportunity to tease him more, and, through her hangover, she struggled to think of a way to do it.
Then it clicked. There was one thing about her body Dave especially loved: her tits. As quietly as she could, she slipped off her t-shirt and unhooked the front-close bra hiding her 34Ds from the world. Slowly, hoping to not attract Dave’s attention, she stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I’m glad last night didn’t make things awkward between us.” Megan said.
“Me, too,” Dave said, “even if we’re both horny from teasing each other. You sure do love to tease me.”
“Mhm, and I’m about to tease you more.”
“With a hug?” Dave asked, perplexed.
Then he felt it, or, rather, them. Megan’s tits and hard nipples pressed into his back, making him moan. His cock stiffened, beginning to strain against his boxers. There was one more thing, a kiss, which Megan gently planted on the back of his neck. Dave let out a moan, longing to see the globes of femininity currently teasing him.
“Aww, it’s cute that you like that,” Megan said, “but, now that I know you like my teasing…” She giggled and kissed his neck again. “You should expect more of it.”
Megan released her hold on Dave and backed away, returning to the table where she had left her t-shirt. “I’m getting dressed now,” she said. “No looking.”
Dave was lost in the moment, enjoying the teasing and the hardon that Megan had caused. He had to think of a way to get her back, though. italicsI can’t let her tease me without teasing her back,/italics he thought.
“Can I look yet?” Dave asked. He heard a ruffling sound as Megan put her arms in the sleeves of her t-shirt.
“Almost,” came Megan’s reply. “OK, now you can look,” she added after she finished donning her t-shirt.
“Good,” Dave said, relieved. He turned around and rushed toward Megan, knowing that he couldn’t waste a second if his plan were to work.
Once he made it to Megan, he pulled her into the tightest hug the two had shared. Her tits pressed into him, which he enjoyed, but, more importantly, his still-hard cock pressed into her clit. Megan emitted a guttural moan and convulsed from the sensation. Dave had exacted his revenge.
“Dave,” Megan said after she calmed down for a few seconds, “that was amazing. I didn’t think you would do something like that.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t tease you back?” Dave asked.
“No, of course not, but I expected you would grab my ass again. This was a pleasant surprise.”
After a few more convulsions and grinds against Dave’s cock, Megan continued, “You know...We’re not drunk anymore…”
“At Steve’s place? I mean, it could be hot, but...the awkwardness might kill the mood.”
Megan was horny, but she knew Dave was right. Then, she remembered that she had made plans with her mom today. As she strained to see the kitchen clock from the living room, she saw that she had a little over an hour before she had to leave.
“Dave,” she said, “let me go.”
Dave obliged. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, I just want us to head out before we fuck each other’s brains out in Steve’s living room.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Dave agreed. “I’ll go take a shower.”
———
Dave gathered the spare set of clothes he always kept in his car and went back into the apartment. Once he was inside, he called out to Megan, “Hey, do you need to go to the bathroom before I shower?”
“No, I’m fine,” came Megan’s reply.
Dave entered the bathroom and undressed himself, leaving his old and new clothes in separate piles on the floor. Unbeknownst to him, Megan was standing just outside the door, quietly waiting for the right moment to set her plan in motion. Once she heard Dave step in the shower and close the curtain, she knocked on the door.
“Dave, wait. Before you start your shower, I need the mirror to fix my hair and makeup,” she said.
“What? Are you going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I have to head out.”
“You had to wait until now to tell me that?” Dave asked, annoyed.
“Look, just wait in the shower. I won’t see anything. I’ll try to be quick. I promise.”
“OK, come in,” Dave said, resigned.
Megan opened the door and stepped in. “Thanks,” she said, attempting to sound relieved. “I have to meet my mom at the mall, and I don’t want to look like I downed two bottles of wine last night.” She laughed.
“But you’ll still be hungover,” Dave countered.
“Oh I know, but there’s not much I can do about that. I’m just glad Steve let us crash here. There was no way we were driving home after drinking that much.”
Dave laughed. “Yeah,” he said, “that’s for sure. Has Steve gotten up yet?”
“No. I think you were right. He’ll be out until at least noon. That’s how he gets,” Megan said. “God, my hair’s a mess. I look like some guy fucked my brains out last night.”
“Exactly,” Dave retorted with all the sass he could muster, “that’s how Hangover Megan looks. Plus, we teased in bed last night. That didn’t make your hair look any better. Besides, I could think of worse looks on you.”
“Oh really? You like that look on me?” Megan asked.
“Of course I do. I just hope that someday I can actually fuck your brains out, instead of just causing your hair to look like I did.”
Megan blushed. “You’re so bad!” she managed to exclaim through a laugh. “I can’t believe I thought all your flirting and touching was just the alcohol.”
Dave sensed that Megan intended to tease him. She remembers enough of last night, he thought to himself. She has to be fucking with me. “I mean, it did help me get things going,” Dave said, “but I flirt with you all the time, and I wasn’t touching you all that much.”
“Yes you were!” Megan shot back. “You were checking me out and hitting on me and grabbing my ass every few minutes.”
Dave knew that this wasn’t entirely true. He had hit on her and checked her out, but he did that all the time, even when sober. In fact, he had long suspected that Megan enjoyed the attention. As for the ass grabbing, he only did that to get Megan back for grabbing his ass. In true gentlemanly fashion, Dave had spent the hour after dinner trying to cuddle with her. Megan started the game of grab-ass about 30 minutes before they went to bed. italicsShe definitely remembers that,/italics Dave thought, italicsand she’s lying./italics But this was a tease, a game. They were locking in to see who could tease the other to the breaking point. Therefore, facts didn’t matter strictly matter.
Both Dave and Megan found great comedy and satisfaction in the banter they shared. Now that they had the chance to engage in it again, Dave knew he wanted to play along. “I was not,” he stated firmly. “I definitely wasn’t that drunk. By the way, you started the ass grabbing. I was just being romantic.”
Things were going just as Megan wanted them. Dave was playing along with her teasing and bantering. She had long wanted to see just how far she could tease Dave, and now she had the chance. She silently strategized before responding to Dave.
“Oh really?” she asked. “You weren’t that drunk?”
“I guess I could have mistaken you for someone else…” Dave admitted.
italicsHe’s taking my hook,/italics Megan thought to herself. She knew that Dave would never grab some random woman’s ass. “Mistook me for someone else?” she asked, inserting a touch of feigned outrage into her tone. “You jackass!”
She paused. Two piles of clothes on the floor attracted her eye. She knew they were Dave’s. She could spot his classic golf shirt and jeans ensemble a mile away. Then, she saw his gigantic size 14 shoes. She smiled as she remembered one of the cheesy jokes he loved to tell: ‘Big shoes...You know what that means! <wink> Big socks! What were you thinking?’ The clothes gave her the ammunition she needed to continue her ‘ultimate tease’ plan.
“Hey, wait,” she said, pretending to think. “I just realized…Are you naked in there?”
italicsOf course I am; it’s a shower,/italics Dave’s love of sass would have inclined him to say, but he found himself struggling to find a way to counter Megan’s teases. After a brief thought, he decided that he would just be honest, hoping to find a teasing remark after the conversation moved forward. “Yes, yes I am,” he said plainly.
“You couldn’t even bother to put on a towel for me? You’re bare-ass naked, huh?”
“Megan,” Dave snapped back, “I didn’t have time to reach for a towel before you barged in here. Besides, why should I put on a towel when I’m behind the curtain?”
Megan knew Dave could be a hardass, but she also knew that, in this instance, he was just playing along. His sassy-bitch tone was simply another part of the game she had started. “You’re so rude,” she said. “So...are you still hard from the living room?”
“No comment.”
“Oh come on!” Megan simultaneously felt annoyed and glad. She resented that she felt teased, but she also loved that she and Dave knew how to push each other’s buttons. “We’re friends. We have been forever, and we’re adults. You joke about sex to make me laugh all the time. If I can’t ask you about your cock, what can I ask you about?” She paused rhetorically. “So...answer the question.”
“I’m not going to answer that,” Dave said in his trademark sassy tone, one that his close female friends knew meant he wasn’t being serious. “It’s personal.”
“Aww, you’re no fun,” Megan said, mocking disappointment. “You know, I sometimes picture you naked. I’ve always wondered what your cock looked like. You have big feet, and everyone knows what that means…”
italicsBig socks,/italics Dave thought as he chuckled to himself. But now, he knew, was not the time for jokes. Per their friendship dynamic, they now had to push each other’s buttons. Only one could win this duel of the teases. “I can’t believe you do that. I’m much more than a body, you know.”
“Hey! None of that!” Megan exclaimed, shutting down Dave’s latest attempt to tease her. “You’re such a hypocrite. I’m sure you’ve wondered what my tits look like.” She paused. “You stare at them enough.”
“Umm, excuse me, ma’am. I have never once eyed your breasts. I’m so innocent, I wouldn’t even know where your breasts are.”
Megan laughed. Dave hadn’t teased her much so far, but he was definitely getting good at playing along. “You’re so full of shit, you liar,” she said. “I bet you’re standing there in the shower, wondering what I’m wearing. Well, let me get your imagination going. Maybe I still have my hangover sweatpants on, and you’re thinking about stripping them off of me. Maybe I’m in my bra and panties, and you’re hoping to sneak a peek around the curtain so you can get an eyeful. Or...Maybe I’m bare-ass naked, just like you, and you’re imagining me with the bush you wish I would grow…”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Dave said as he over-acted getting a grip on the edge of the shower curtain. Now, Dave was glad he took some improv classes between years of college; they were definitely coming in handy.
“Don’t you dare open that curtain!” Megan snapped playfully. She paused to think of her next tease and found it. “Sure...you could look, but you’re too much of a gentleman, right?” After a brief giggle, she added, “Of course, that wouldn’t stop you from doing naughty things to yourself while you think about it later.” She paused for effect. “Or...maybe even from doing naughty things to yourself right now, while I’m standing just on the other side of the curtain. Do you ever play with yourself in the shower?”
“Nope,” Dave said. He was being truthful, and, in doing so, he knew that he was teasing Megan by depriving her of information that would turn her on. He chose simple honesty this time because he wanted her to tease him more. However, he knew that he had to be careful for fear that Megan would give up if he didn’t buy into her teases enough.
“Liar!” Megan shouted “All guys jack off in there!”
“Well, this one doesn’t.” He silently searched for a way to tease Megan. “Now that I know you like it, I want you to picture my hard cock. Now add hot water cascading over the head, the most sensitive part of the male body. It’s painful.” He found his tease. “I do think, though. Mostly about...stuff,” he said, accenting the last word.
“Oooh, you dirty boy. What do you think about?”
Dave lowered his voice to a whisper, hoping Megan would agonize over each word he said. “I think about my favorite MILF.” Megan immediately knew that he meant her. “I think about her in here with me, water cascading down her body. I think about how I want to kiss her neck and caress her butt.”
Megan gasped. It was faint, but Dave heard it. He felt simultaneous rushes of pride and lust from his new-found knowledge that he could give Megan, an Olympic-level tease, a run for her money.
“Was that a gasp, Megan?” Dave asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted Megan to know she’d been caught. “Is my fantasy turning you on? Are your panties getting wet...ter?”
“No comment,” Megan replied, playing Dave at his own game.
Dave did not give up on his tease. “Then I think about her grinding her ass into my cock while my hands roam around her body.” He spoke slowly now. “I get closer and closer to her pussy, going over her belly, down the V of her groin, and into her bush. I get so close to her clit, but I never quite reach it. Why do you think that might be?”
Megan wanted to moan from Dave’s tease, but she knew she couldn’t. Winning the game was what her inner tease needed, but her pussy needed her in the shower with Dave, living out the scene he described. She was no longer sure which would win. He was definitely a better tease than she had thought.
“There’s no way I’m getting in that shower with you, dirty boy. But I can think of a way we can still have some fun.”
“Go on.”
“Wouldn’t it be sexy,” Megan began, “if I innocently did my makeup while you jacked off to the sound of my voice?”
“Your voice?”
“Yep. I know you liked hearing my voice that time when I called you. You admitted it. I wouldn’t put you past jerking off to it, especially after all the teasing last night.”
It was true that Dave did value hearing her voice again. He had gone from talking to her almost every day to not hearing her voice at all in nearly a year. He was sure that he could find it in himself to jack off to her voice, but that would mean letting Megan win. italicsThere was no way he could just let that happen. I have to tease more out of her,/italics he thought.
“That’s not going to happen. I’m going to need more than simple knowledge that you’re nearby. I can’t get off on just standing 10 feet away from you.”
“Aww, but it would be so naughty if you did!” Megan pouted and sighed. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. It was incredibly naughty and not something she had ever pictured herself doing, especially not to knowingly tease anyone. But Dave was not anyone. A longstanding love of teasing had percolated through her comfortable affection toward him, even after she developed romantic feelings for him. He was a great guy, and, even though they had never had sex, Megan knew he was the kind of guy who would make italicsher,/italics and not just her vagina, feel loved. In an instant, she realized just how far she was willing to go to tease Dave.
Megan took a deep breath as she psyched herself up for what she was about to do. It wasn’t easy, though, and she quickly searched for a way to tread lightly. Maybe she could find a way to tease him without going so far.
“You know, I could start talking dirty, if that would help you out.”
italicsDamn it,/italics Dave thought. Megan was a better tease than he remembered, or maybe she had just never teased him to the best of her ability. Either way, Dave now saw a real possibility that he would lose. He just hoped that Megan’s victory would have a happy ending for him and not fuck up the possibility of something more happening between them. Sometime.
As he began to fantasize about Megan’s voice, Dave thought of all the things he had imagined her saying to him over the years: italicslook into my eyes while you fuck me, suck on my nipples, make me cum one more time,/italics to name a few. His face reddened from a mix of excitement and embarrassment. italicsIs this really about to happen?/italics he thought.
Years of teasing men had honed Megan’s intuition. She knew that she was really getting to Dave, and that he was likely blushing. “Oh my God! I can actually hear you blushing.” It was a bluff, she knew, but, based on her experience, the odds were good that she was right.
“I um...uh…” Dave found himself at a loss for words. italicsShit,/italics he thought. italicsMegan’s winning./italics
“You should start jerking it.”
“Here? No way.” italicsI’m not affording you that pleasure./italics
“Aww, come on. For me? Please? I’ll be a good girl and help you out.”
Dave contemplated Megan’s proposal. He knew that the help he really wanted, Megan fucking him, was definitely not going to happen here, but all she had offered to this point was dirty talk. Would that be enough to get him off? He didn’t think so, but it was the best offer on the table. He decided to buy in a bit. “How would you do that?”
“I could touch myself while you do it.”
Dave forcefully exhaled in surprise. “I don’t believe you,” he said, hoping for more from the beautiful woman teasing him.
“Well, there’s no way I’m letting you look, but I’ll keep talking to you, and you’ll just have to let your imagination run wild.” Megan’s victory inched closer. “But wouldn’t that be sexy? Both of us, only separated by a shower curtain, unable to see each other as we masturbate.”
“Go on,” Dave said, wanting to test how far Megan would actually go with this. This would be the closest they had been to actually having sex. Though they weren’t in contact with each other, this was definitely closer than spooning or grinding.
italicsHe’s really testing me,/italics Megan thought. italicsOh well, we’ll both enjoy this./italics She turned the fan on to cover the sound while she took off her bra and panties, quickly but quietly.
“Hey!” Dave shouted. “No fan!” Megan turned it off as she gently placed her undergarments on the floor, the wet spot in her panties prominently exposed.
“Now where was I?” Megan asked. “Oh yes.” She cleared her throat and prepared her sexiest tone. After turning her ass toward the curtain, she said, “You know, I can just imagine where your hand is, wrapped around your stiff cock. You’re sliding your cock through your fingers, up and down, and the head’s poking out with each thrust.”
italicsShit,/italics Dave thought, italicsshe wins./italics He now considered actually jacking off in the shower, just inches away from Megan. Simply the thought of it was enough to get him rock hard.
“And now,” Megan continued, “I bet you’re thinking of all the things you could do with me, right here in the bathroom, while Steve sleeps in the room down the hall.”
Megan turned her body to face the curtain, aligning her actions with her words for dramatic effect. “I could open this curtain,” she said, “fall to my knees, and blow you until you cum in my mouth…”
Dave sensed from the changing intensity of Megan’s voice that she was acting out her words, at least as much as she could.
“Or…” Megan rose to her feet and stepped away. “I could sit on the counter, and you could go down on me until I cum in your mouth…”
Dave’s hand drifted closer to his cock with of Megan’s proposals. He had to give her credit. She definitely knew how to tease. Not too little, and not too much, except for when she turned the fan on and almost killed the mood for him. He knew that he was done trying to win, so he listened to Megan’s teases in agonizing silence, hoping that she wouldn’t hear his racing heart.
“Better yet, I could bend over the sink, and you could fuck me from behind until my screams wake up the whole building. Would you like that?”
Dave made no answer. The mere thought of fucking Megan made his manhood throb. He had fantasized about it for years, spending many a lonely night with his hand, dreaming about kissing his way up her thighs, eating her pussy until she couldn’t stand not having his cock in her anymore, and then fucking her until they both saw stars from cumming so hard together. But this was all just in his imagination. Until now.
Instinctively, Dave started jacking off. However, he still had the presence of mind to keep quiet, an old habit from his teenage years. He didn’t want Megan to know that he was pleasuring himself. Not just yet.
“I bet you’re jacking off in there right now.” Megan said. “Aren’t you?” She knew that Dave had masturbated thinking about her, but this was the closest she had ever been to witnessing him do it. Wetness lined her pussy from the thought of seeing Dave playing with his cock.
She paused, letting her words sink in. Hopefully, they would make Dave’s cock harder than it already must be. Megan’s pussy made her want to tear down the curtain and hop onto Dave, then slide down his cock until he was balls deep. But the tease in her knew that she couldn’t do it. Not right now.
It had been some time since Megan heard anything from Dave. She felt it was possible that she had teased him too much, but she preferred to imagine that Dave was lost in his fantasies, dreaming of ravishing her. Dave cherished his fantasies, Megan knew, and they were the source of his erotic stories that made her pussy soaking wet. When Dave still had not responded after several more seconds, Megan decided to check on him, not in fear of his safety, but to continue her tease. “Are you still there? You’re being awfully quiet.”
A faint schlicking sound permeated the air in the bathroom. Megan heard it and immediately knew the cause. She smiled to herself, knowing that her plan had worked. Dave was now masturbating, and she was the direct cause. She paused to savor a throb from her pussy. Now was the time, she knew, to call Dave out. She had to continue teasing him, especially if she wanted this to escalate later. “I hear that,” Megan teased, accentuating every word, knowing that it would drive Dave wild to know that she had caught him.
“You italicsare/italics jacking off, aren’t you?” Megan paused to enjoy another throb emanating from her nether regions. A soft moan escaped her lips before she said, “Oh God, that’s so fucking hot.” She now stepped over to the shower curtain, turned around, and bent forward. She then inched backwards, presenting her ass to the thin fabric and plastic drape that separated her from Dave. “Are you facing the curtain?”
Dave had heard Megan’s footfalls as she had neared the curtain. He had turned around to face it, knowing that this meant he could get closer to Megan without breaking his promise to her. Also on his mind was the teasing knowledge that his cock may never get this close to Megan’s pussy again. Dave struggled to make his voice co-operate as he stumbled through the first words he spoke since telling Megan to shut off the fan several minutes before. “Ye…Yes, I am.”
“Goooooood,” Megan moaned as her fingers traversed her bush, inching toward her the aching center of her femininity. “I have my ass toward it.” Dave knew from the indirect sound of her voice that she wasn’t lying. “Too bad the curtain is in the way.”
“Oh yeah?” Dave breathed, playing along but in no way attempting to tease back.
“Yeah,” Megan said. “If it weren’t, you could totally fuck me right now.”
Dave moaned forcefully. He had not meant to do it, but, with a woman as beautiful as Megan blatantly teasing him with something she knew he wanted, he couldn’t help himself. Megan smiled and blushed. She loved knowing that, if only for the next few minutes, she had ultimate power over Dave.
“Think about it, only a curtain separating your sex from mine. You could thrust in me until your hips clap against by ass and your balls swing into my clit. Then you would slide almost all the way out and do it all over again. In and out, in and out, until you hit the point of no return and shot your cum all over my ass.” Dave continued to pump his cock, varying the pressure and speed of his hand and giving himself occasional breaks, all in an effort to make sure he would cum as hard as possible.
“Or…,” Megan proposed. “You could slide your cock along my ass crack until you bust all over my back.” Megan now rubbed her clit, aching from the thought of what she would say next. “But I know where you really want to cum: deep inside my pussy.” She fought to stifle a moan as her pelvic muscles contracted from the thought of Dave’s cock pumping her full of sperm.
Dave knew that Megan really was just on the other side of the curtain, but his cock had a mind of its own, one that needed visual proof that Megan’s pussy was less than two inches away. Without thinking, Dave’s right hand grabbed the curtain and began to draw it open.
Megan heard the rattle of the hooks against the bar and yelled, “Don’t you dare open that curtain! Do it, and I’m out of here.”
With a snap, Dave returned to reality. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize what I was doing. Please don’t leave.” A touch of begging entered his voice as he dreaded the thought of fucking up his chance to get as close as he had ever been with Megan sexually.
“It’s okay,” Megan said. “I know cocks have minds of their own. Pussies do, too. I won’t leave as long as you don’t open the curtain until after I step out of the bathroom and shut the door. Will you agree to that?”
“I will,” came Dave’s reply.
“What’s that?” Megan asked, knowing full well what Dave had said. She wanted more out of him.
“Please stay. I won’t open the curtain.”
“Aww, you don’t want me to leave? You’re sweet.”
“Am I as sweet as your pussy?” Dave asked, improvising.
“Ooooh, that’s a naughty thing to ask. I knew you had a filthy mind, Dave, but I had no idea you would like dirty talk so much. Do you like having me tease you with my wet pussy so close you can smell it?”
“Yeesss,” Dave hissed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hide the truth, even if he wanted to.
“Do you like me talking dirty to you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like me teasing you?
“Yes.”
“Good. I like teasing you, too.”
“Are you really jacking off in there?”
Dave answered by licking his palm and fucking his cock harder, making certain Megan would hear the wet sliding noise.
“That’s so fucking hot. You’re getting me wet, you know.” Megan paused. She moaned as she slid one finger inside her pussy and began to fuck herself. “I want you to take things further.”
“What?” Dave asked, unsure of what Megan meant.
“I want you to cum for me.”
Bewilderment shone in Dave’s voice. “Here?”
“Absolutely. I’ll cum for you if you cum for me.”
Dave's blood surged with lust upon hearing Megan’s proposal. He nearly came on the spot before answering, “Okay, you have a deal.”
Megan smiled to herself. She now had Dave completely at the mercy of her words. While struggling to finger herself without making too much noise, she said, “I want you to imagine all the sexy things you could do to me, and fuck your cock with your fist.” Megan used her left thumb and index finger to alternate between rubbing her right breast and tweaking the nipple. She moaned and longed for Dave’s hands to be pleasuring her rather than her own. italicsAll in due time,/italics she thought, italicsI have to finish teasing Dave first./italics But that thought only served to make her hornier. She now ground the palm of her right hand against her clit to supplement the stimulation from her fingers.
“I know you’re jacking off to me behind that curtain, but what are you thinking about doing to me? Tell me. Please. I need to hear you say it.”
Dave thought sure he could hear the beginnings of a beg in Megan’s tone, and he briefly wondered who was doing more of the teasing, he or Megan. After releasing a guttural moan, he said, “I’m thinking about making you cum harder than you ever have before.” He didn’t think that he had it in him to keep teasing her, but, now that he had started, he wanted to keep going as long as he could.
“Ooooh, I thought you were done teasing me.”
“Nope,” Dave said bluffingly.
“This is so fucking hot. It’s getting me soaking wet.”
“Getting?” Dave asked. “I think all this teasing got you wet a long time ago, didn’t it?”
Megan reddened. She had underestimated Dave as a tease. Maybe he could even outdo her. It was unlikely, but, contrary to her previous belief, entirely possible. “OK, it did,” she admitted. “Are you really jacking off back there? I haven’t heard you say it.”
“You’re right; I haven’t said it, but where are your fingers? Doing your makeup?”
Megan laughed slightly. “I won’t tell you where they are, and remember that you promised not to look, but they definitely aren’t doing my makeup. I’ll just say they’re somewhere warm...and wet, somewhere I know you’ve fantasized about.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Oh, I’ve read your stories. Do you really think I didn’t imagine myself living out those scenes with you?”
In reality, Dave hadn’t. He had imagined himself with Megan while writing them, but he believed that Megan would read them simply as dirty stories, not sensual, erotic, and tender fantasies created specifically for, and about, her.
“I still haven’t heard you say you’re jacking off back there. Come on, please tell me. Please? I need to know you’re getting off to the sound of my voice.”
“Megan, I’m jacking my cock to the sound of your voice. I wish I could tear down this curtain and fuck you senseless, but I promised I wouldn’t even look, and a gentleman keeps his promises. Now, please don’t stop teasing me.”
Megan moaned. “Oh, I’m glad you said that. It’s so sexy when you’re dirty and polite at the same time.” She inwardly loved knowing that Dave, a guy who meant so much to her, liked her teasing him, and she dripped from the knowledge that Dave’s hand enveloped his cock while she did it.
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Submitted January 23, 2018 at 07:33AM by NightWriterThrow16 http://ift.tt/2DwoTQl eroticliterature
