It all started when I made a joke to my boy best friend about wanting to perfect my blowjob skills before me and the guy I am dating have sex. I figured that if I wanted to practice on someone, it should be him instead of someone else.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice shaky. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes, but there’s also a hint of excitement. He adjusts himself in his jeans, and I can’t help but notice how tight they are around his crotch.

“Yes,” I say firmly, more to convince myself than him. “We need to get this right.”

Jake nods, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Just… take it slow.”

I reach out and unzip his jeans, feeling the cool metal of the zipper under my fingers. His cock springs free almost instantly, already half-hard and throbbing with anticipation. My mouth goes dry as I stare at it, wondering if I’ll actually be able to do this.

“Go ahead,” Jake encourages, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just like we practiced.”

I take him in my hand, feeling the heat of his skin against mine. The sensation is intoxicating, and I realize just how much I’ve missed this. Not just the physical touch, but the connection. Jake and I have been friends for years, but this… this is different. This is something I’ve never felt before.

I lean in, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. He shudders, and I can feel his breath hitch in his throat. I open my mouth wider, taking him inside slowly. The taste of him explodes on my tongue, salty and musky, and I can’t help but moan softly.

“Fuck, Mia,” Jake groans, his hands gripping the back of my head. “You’re doing great.”

His words give me the confidence I need, and I start moving faster, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft. My hand works in tandem with my mouth, stroking him in rhythm. The sound of our breaths mixed together fills the room, and I can feel the tension building between us.

Jake’s grip on my head tightens, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh god, Mia… you’re amazing.”

His praise only makes me want to do better, to push myself further. I pull off him for a moment, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. “Think you can handle a little more?”

Jake’s eyes darken, and he nods eagerly. “Anything you want.”

Encouraged, I take him deeper into my mouth, swallowing around his length until I feel the bulge of his head pressing against the back of my throat. I gag slightly, but Jake’s soft murmur of reassurance keeps me going. I push past the discomfort, determined to master this.

His hips start to move on their own, thrusting gently into my mouth. I match his pace, sucking him harder with each thrust. The noises he’s making are driving me wild, and I can feel my own desire pooling between my legs. I want this. I want him.

“Mia… I’m close,” Jake warns, his voice strained. “Just a little more…”

I nod, not wanting to stop now that we’re so close. I quicken my pace, tightening my lips around him as I suck harder. His thrusts become erratic, and I know he’s getting closer. I focus on keeping him there, milking his cock with my mouth and hand.

Finally, Jake lets out a low growl, his body tensing as he comes. I swallow every drop, relishing the warm splash of his cum on my tongue. It’s messy, it’s dirty, but it feels so right.

When he finally pulls out, I collapse back onto my heels, breathing heavily. Jake looks down at me, his expression a mix of awe and lust.

“That was… incredible,” he says, reaching out to cup my cheek. “You’re amazing, Mia.”

I smile up at him, feeling a sense of pride. “Thanks, Jake. But…”

He raises an eyebrow. “But what?”

I hesitate, unsure of how to continue. The truth is, I don’t just want a blowjob practice session. I want more. I want everything. And I think Jake might want it too.

Before I can overthink it, I lean in and press my lips to his. The kiss starts soft, tentative, but quickly becomes urgent as we both give in to the passion simmering between us. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as our tongues dance together.

My hands roam over his chest, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. I break the kiss long enough to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. But all I see is desire.

“Jake…” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Do you want this? Really want this?”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he kisses me again, more forcefully this time. His hands slide down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head in one swift movement. I shiver as the cool air hits my skin, but it’s quickly replaced by the warmth of Jake’s touch as he trails kisses down my neck.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against my skin. “And I think you have too.”

I nod, unable to speak as his lips find my nipples, teasing them into hardness. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as I arch my back. The sensation is electric, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core.

Jake moves lower, his hands pushing my jeans down my hips. I kick them off impatiently, eager to feel his skin against mine. When I’m finally naked, I look down at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Touch me,” I beg, my voice cracking. “Please, Jake… touch me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands find my breasts, squeezing gently as his fingers tease my nipples. I gasp, leaning into his touch as he explores my body with a reverence that sends shivers down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “So perfect.”

His words make me melt, and I pull him up to meet my lips again. Our kiss is desperate, fueled by weeks of pent-up desire. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and it takes everything in me not to grind against it right then and there.

“Jake…” I pant, breaking the kiss. “I need you inside me.”

He stares into my eyes, his gaze intense. “Are you sure, Mia? This changes everything.”

I nod, determination in my eyes. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”

With a groan, Jake pulls me to my feet and guides me to the bed. He pushes me down gently, his hands roaming over my body as he positions himself between my legs. I spread them wide, giving him full access.

“Fuck, Mia…” he mutters, his cock brushing against my wet pussy. “You’re so ready for me.”

I bite my lip, nodding. “Just… do it, Jake. Please.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. With one swift motion, he thrusts into me, filling me completely. We both cry out at the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his thick cock stretching me open nearly too much to bear.

“Shit… you’re so tight,” Jake groans, his forehead resting against mine. “God, Mia…”

I can barely form words, my mind consumed by the sensation of being joined with him. All I can do is hold onto him, my nails digging into his back as he starts to move.

Jake’s hands grip my hips tightly as he thrusts into me with a rhythm that’s sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the sweat glistening on our skin, the heat between us almost tangible. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each one mingling with his as we move together, lost in the moment.

As Jake pulls out, I turn to face him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him back in. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mixture of desire and something deeper—something that scares and excites me in equal measure. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other fills the room, a raw, primal noise that only heightens the intensity of what we’re doing.

Just as I’m about to reach my peak, my phone rings, the shrill sound cutting through the haze of lust. I barely register it at first, too consumed by the sensation of Jake inside me. But then, like a cold bucket of water, reality crashes in. I recognize the ringtone—it’s James, the guy I’ve been dating.

“Shit,” I murmur, but I don’t stop moving. If anything, the urgency of the situation makes everything feel even more intense. I reach over to the nightstand, fumbling for my phone with one hand while still clinging to Jake with the other.

“Mia?” James’ voice is hesitant, tinged with worry. “Is everything okay?”

I bite my lip, trying to find the right words. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” I manage to say, my voice unsteady. “I’m just…busy.”

There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost hear the gears turning in James’ mind. “Busy? It’s late. Are you with someone?”

Before I can answer, Jake’s hand slides down to my clit, his fingers teasing the sensitive nub with expert precision. A gasp escapes my lips, and I clap a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.

“Mia?” James presses, his tone sharper now. “What’s going on?”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “Nothing, really,” I lie, though my voice betrays me. “Just…hanging out with a friend.”

Jake’s fingers quicken their pace, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge. The combination of the conversation and the physical stimulation is overwhelming. I close my eyes, trying to focus on both tasks at once.

“Which friend?” James asks, his suspicion clear. “Mia, why are you whispering?”

“It’s nothing, James,” I insist, though my resolve is weakening. “We’re just…”

Jake leans in, his mouth close to my ear. “Tell him,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Tell him who you’re with.”

I shake my head, refusing to give in. “James, look, I need to go,” I say quickly, desperate to end the conversation before it gets any more complicated. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Another pause, longer this time. “Fine,” James finally says, his voice clipped. “But we need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do,” I agree, though my mind is elsewhere, entirely focused on the sensations building inside me. “Goodnight, James.”

I hang up the phone, tossing it aside without another thought. Jake’s hand moves from my clit to my hip, pulling me closer as he resumes his thrusts. The interruption has only heightened our arousal, and now there’s no stopping us.

“Fuck, Mia,” Jake groans, his voice rough with pent-up desire. “You feel so goddamn good.”

I arch my back, meeting his thrusts with my own. “Jake, I…I’m close,” I confess, my voice trembling. “So close.”

He tightens his grip on me, his movements growing more frantic. “Me too,” he admits, his breath hitching. “Let’s finish together.”

The intensity of the moment takes over, and all thoughts of James or consequences fade away. All that matters is the here and now, the connection between me and Jake, the way our bodies fit together perfectly.

Jake’s thrusts become erratic, his control slipping as he chases his release. I match his urgency, my body tightening as I approach the edge. The sound of our mingled breaths fills the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or grunt.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jake’s hips slam against mine, and he lets out a guttural cry. “Mia!” he shouts, his body trembling as he spills inside me.

The sensation pushes me over the brink, and I cry out his name, my muscles clenching around him as I come undone. “Jake!”

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the world outside ceasing to exist.

But as the haze begins to lift, reality creeps back in. I feel a pang of guilt, mixed with lingering satisfaction. What have I done? And what happens next?