“Never have I ever skipped school.” Shayne giggled, but didn’t touch the shot of tequila in front of him. Isa side eyed him and then started laughing herself. “What a couple of goody-goodies we are.”

It was Friday night, the Flyers had won a tough overtime battle setting them up to enjoy a rare Saturday off, and two friends were sitting on the floor between a couch and coffee table playing foolish drinking games late into the night.

Shayne passed the bottle between his hands, shifting it along the table while he thought about his next move. “Alright. Never have I ever…been in handcuffs.”

Looking guilty, Isa took a shot, lips puckering after the bitter liquid went into her mouth. Shayne was wide-eyed with shock. “What? I wasn’t arrested, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Then when?”

“A few boyfriends ago.”

She watched realization dawn on sweet Shayne’s face and it sent her into another laughing fit. He only grinned at her and she carried on with their game. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in a single day.”

Without meeting her eye, Shayne took a shot and cleared his throat. Isa teased him. “Ghost bear darling, you little slut.”

He gave her a smirk. “I can’t help it if I’m cute…and a hockey player, which girls happen to like.”

“Well, you’re a hockey player, that much is true.”

He shoved her shoulder gently but firmly, cut short when he went to pour them each another shot. It was not surprising that their questions had turned sexual, but more the fact that it had taken this long to get there. Both of them were at the giggly tipsy phase about to pass over into blown drunkenness at any moment.

Shayne handed over her shot and said, “Ok, never have I ever fooled around in a car.”

“That’s a no from me, Shayne. Never have I ever…gone skinny dipping.”

“You’re cheating now. You knew I’d have to drink for that one.” He took a shot and poured himself another one.

“I know, but come on, that story is so great. You trying to get laid and almost end up being shark bait? Hilarious.”

“Trust me, it was not that funny at the time.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Is it my turn?”

“No, mine. I think.” Laughter broke out again and they both knew it was getting bad, or maybe good, when no one could remember whose turn it was.

“I think you’re right, Ghost. Go.”

He thought about it for a while, nothing was coming to mind. So, he tried to clear his head and said the first thing he could think of in his drunken state. “Never have I ever masturbated in front of someone else.”

He looked over at Isa, wondering if he had taken things too far, but she was just laughing again, shaking her head. “Wait a minute, wait a minute, you’ve never jerked it while you were sharing a hotel room with other guys? I thought that was like road trip shenanigans 101 where you relieve some stress and everyone pretends it never happened.”

“Well, yeahsure, but that’s not what I meant.”

Isa smiled at him and without looking away, grabbed the shot and tossed it down. “I know what you meant, Shayne. And I’m disappointed in you. No handcuffs, no mutual masturbation…what sort of vanilla sex have you been having?”

Shayne ignored the question and asked one he already knew the answer to. “So you have?”

“Obviously, I took a shot, didn’t I?”

Shayne poured her another and she watched his hands do the work. “With who?”

“Another old boyfriend. Not handcuffs guy, a different one.”

He leaned back against the couch and titled his body towards hers, one leg bent at the knee with his elbow resting on it. He tried to sound casual; he didn’t want to be nosey, he was just curious. “And you liked it?”

Isa mirrored the shifting of his body, but she turned to face him while crossing her legs, putting her chin on the edge of the couch seat. “I did. It’s…informative. Sometimes it can be difficult for partners to ask for what pleases them, it can be hard to explain. It’s easier to just show someone what you like and see what they like.”

“Aren’t the mechanics pretty much always the same?”

Isa made a face like she pitied him. “If you think all the girls you’ve slept with get off on the same things, you’re wrong. Every body is different, more sensitive in certain areas, quicker to respond to various pressures. Maybe you don’t do anything different with each girl, but the chances are good that each of them is getting off in a unique way.”

Shayne stared at her with genuine awe. “How have I gotten this far without knowing that?”

Isa shrugged. “You need more female friends I think.”

He wanted to disagree; one was more than enough as far as he was concerned. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company of women, it was just that Isa was the only one he had met who really put him at ease the same way men did. He could relax with her, be himself, and that was a rare gift. He returned her shrug. “I’ll have to rely on you for my insider information.”

“You want me to show you?”

“What?” He hadn’t intended to shout, that was just the way it happened to come out.

Isa disregarded his shock and went on. “I can show you what I’m talking about.”

“Isa…we’re friends.”

“I know, I’m not asking you out on a date. I’m offering to be a good friend and show you something that will help you with the ladies.”

At the mere thought of it, his cock responded, lengthening and hardening as the seconds ticked by before he was able to articulate an answer. Isa was not necessarily his type, but she was pretty enough. And to be honest most men get hard at the mere mention of sex, so it was less to do with Isa and more to do with her suggestion. “Yeah, but, what…do you want me to…”

Isa smiled gently, reached out to put her hand over his. “You don’t have to, I don’t have to, forget I said anything. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just wondering what that would mean. I like being friends with you.”

“You think I’m ugly?”

“Christ, no. You’re super hot, Isa, you know that. You’re just, you know, one of the guys. And I like that.”

“I like it, too. Here’s the thing, I really only offered as a friend. I’m not into you like that, seriously. Nothing would change. It would be like we’re teammates jerking off in our separate beds only this time with the lights on and you actually looking over.”

Well, when she put it like that…He was just drunk enough to think this was a great idea. “Yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”

The sober part of her brain was yelling that this was not what friends do for each other, but the slightly drunken part was looking to have some fun. She took another shot, just because and he followed suit. Pushing herself up, she got on the couch, leaning against the armrest.

Shayne stood. “You want to use my bedroom?”

“No. Way too personal. Here’s fine, right?”

“If you say so.”

Isa pointed to the other end of the couch. “Sit there.”

He did as she asked, sitting facing her and feeling his heart start to pound.

Isa let out a breath and tugged off her athletic shorts, dropping them on the floor next to her. She felt her cheeks warm, but couldn’t tell if it was from the liquor or slight embarrassment. Probably both.

Shayne watched her strip down to her panties and tried to not stare too hard. He was excited and slightly awkward the way you can only be about things that seem like a great idea to your alcohol addled brain, but that will surely look questionable in hindsight. Although, if things went as planned, this could end up being just a whole lot of guilt free fun.

Letting her knees fall apart, Isa slid her hand over her cunt, pressing the fabric of her panties against her lips. She met his eyes and smiled. “Want to run away already?”

“No. But are you even turned on?”

“No, but I’ll get there.” She slunk down slightly and let her legs open wider, her fingers now stroking the outer rim of her folds alongside the seams of her panties. Closing her eyes, Isa brought her other hand to a breast, kneading it tenderly as she started to get warmed up.

Shayne watched her fingers work and wondered, asking softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Isa opened her eyes. “You really wanna know?”

“Probably not, tell me anyway.”

“Del Zotto. Fucking me in the showers of the locker room.”

Shayne laughed, but shifted in his seat. “Ok, that’s a visual I didn’t need.”

“You asked and it’s working for me. Damn…” Isa pressed her palm against her mound and drummed her fingers against her lips, her hips started to jerk away from the couch. She closed her eyes again, went back into the locker room with Del Zotto and let him finish, imaging the flex of his ass as he thrust into her, the warm water erasing the discomfort of the cold tiles on her back, his strong arms holding her up and tightening under her palms.

“Isa?”

She opened her eyes again, brought back to the current moment in time. “Yeah?”

Shayne swallowed and looked back and forth between her pussy and eyes. “You were moaning. You think he’s that good?”

Smiling, Isa nodded and peeled off her panties. “Better than good. He gets me there every time.”

He hardly heard her, too distracted by her bare pussy now exposed and glistening. He was not that innocent, but this was Isa and even though this little lesson felt somehow disjointed and almost clinical, it was also turning him on . His cock was hard and throbbing; he took a moment to adjust himself before she started again.

Isa ran two fingers through her slicked up folds to feel her wetness and tried to focus on the real purpose of this. She definitely wanted to get off and being watched was helping that immensely, but she also wanted Shayne to learn a thing or two. She got her breathing somewhat under control and said, “So some women, really like this.”

She used one hand to spread her lips and the other to stroke her inner seam. Shayne nodded, barely breathing himself. “Yeah.”

“Me? This feels good, but what I really like it this.” Moving her fingers further apart into a V shape, she caressed the silky inner fold of her outer lips and moaned, feeling her pussy walls clench in arousal.

“Mmm-hmm.” Shayne watched at Isa fondled herself the way she liked, noting how he could actually see her body respond more or less as she moved to different areas. There are few things in this world more beautiful than a woman becoming aroused and all that pink, soft flesh had Shayne oozing precome into his boxers.

Isa moved on. “I know you know how the clitoris works, at least you better.”

He laughed. “Yes, Isa.”

“Good. So some women just rub their clit and they get off right away.” She did so now, using her two wet fingertips to circle the nub that was starting to bulge and expand. She moaned softly and Shayne had to adjust again. “But if I just did this, it would take me way too long. So I like to start here.”

Her fingers moved down and slipped inside her entrance a few times. She pulled them out to readjust, putting one foot on the coffee table, the other on the back of the couch to open herself up even more. When she started pumping her fingers into her pussy again, she put her other hand back on her breast. Shayne was going to lose it in a minute and he asked, “Isa, do you mind if I…join you?”

“You can’t touch me. That’s not what this is. We’re just friends, remember?”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I want.” He pushed down the band of his sweatpants and boxers just enough to expose his cock that sprang out excitedly.

Isa took a heaving breath at the sight. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Please.”

She watched him shove his pants down just a little more and then fist one hand around his cock. Long and thin with a massive vein running down the underside, he had, objectively speaking, one of the most beautiful cocks she had ever seen. The member was flush with blood she could practically see pumping under the skin.

Isa was still working her fingers slowly in and out of her pussy as he started to jerk himself off, just as slowly. She noticed that whereas some men would use their precome as a lube right away or even just rub a thumb over the tip, Shayne was all about his shaft.

“Is that how you start, Ghost? Dry palm on your shaft?”

His eyes had closed, but he forced them open again. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

He never really thought about that. He started to shrug, but then he considered it for a moment. He told her, “When I’m alone, I like it to last longer. I like how soft the skin feels with nothing on it. If I’m in a hurry, I do it in the shower.”

Isa moaned, thinking about how much she also loved the feel of soft skin stretched tightly over a rock hard cock. She moved her fingers up to her clit and watched him watch her movements. “After I fuck myself, then I’m ready to come, that’s when I like to rub my clit.”

“Are you ready to come, Isa?”

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah, almost.” He licked his palm and after massaging the wetness forming on his tip, he went back to stroking his shaft, spreading the warm moisture around and picking up speed.

Isa gazed at him pulling at his length, his mouth hanging open after he licked his lips, his eyes wanting to close, but his mind forcing them to stay focused on her pussy. She made faster circles on her clit and he followed, jerking himself with more speed. She asked him now, “What do you think about?”

“I…”

She could tell right away that that was too personal. Something he didn’t want to share. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No…it’s just…not good.”

Isa had to laugh and it was a breathy sound. “I admitted I use your teammate as fantasy material. That’s not good either.”

“Better than me.” He met her eyes for a few moments and finally said, “Mostly I think about women I can’t have. Other guys’ girlfriends or wives. I would never -”

“I know, Ghost, I know you would never make a move. It’s a fantasy. Tell me one. I’m so close. Tell me one you think about.”

Shayne was right there, just about to come as well. He pulled back to give her time; for some reason, he wanted to end this together. And why not? They had already shared so much. “Ok. Giroux’s girl, Ryanne. I had dinner with them one time. Sometimes I think about her sucking my dick in the restaurant bathroom with Giroux just sitting at the table waiting for us.”

“Shit, Ghost, that’s fucking nasty. I love it. Don’t stop. Are you gonna come?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He stroked his cock faster, trying his best to match the pace of her fingers across her clit. It was beautiful to watch, the way her entrance flexed as if begging for a cock and her thighs shook and twitched until she thrust her hips up once, coming hard as her ass returned to the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She kept rubbing her clit until her hand fell away from exhaustion.

Shayne released hot come into his palm, groaning and letting his head fall back. He listened to their mutual huffed breaths slow before he was able to focus again. When he looked over, he found that Isa had slipped on her panties and shorts, then padding into the kitchen and coming back with some paper towels for him.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She settled back on her end of the couch. “Did you learn anything useful?”

“I did, actually. Mostly that tequila is both a blessing and a curse.”

“You think you’re gonna regret this tomorrow?”

“This? Hell no. My hangover? Definitely.”

Notes