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The original was posted on /r/gonewildstories by /u/acorn_sweetleaf on 2025-03-26 14:08:21+00:00.

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Okay, so the first thing to say is that I actually couldn’t believe I’d just asked my totally-platonic, best guy friend in the world if he wanted to see more of my nudes. It was bad enough that he’d seen one, so I can’t imagine how shocked he must have felt to have been invited to see more. We were more likely to be watching gaming videos together than looking at my boobs…

…but here we were.

The worst thing was, he didn’t even answer immediately. Instead, he stared at me for what felt like forever, my heart hammering in my chest, blood rushing to my cheeks—and between my thighs. It felt wildly inappropriate, deeply wrong, and yet…

“Yes,” he finally whispered.

Fuck.

Even just the admission that he wanted to see more was enough to make me clamp my thighs together. I tried not to make it obvious. Taking a slow breath, I started scrolling through my phone again. Every swipe made my pulse quicken. I paused briefly, hovering my thumb over the gallery before choosing a photo.

“This one’s from my first night there,” I murmured softly, handing him the phone so he could see clearly. His fingertips brushed mine lightly as he took it.

His eyes widened as he took in the image: me in front of the hotel mirror, bare breasts thrust forward, nipples stiff, my thumb teasingly hooked under the waistband of my tiny thong, pulling it slightly down to reveal the smooth mound between my legs. My lips were parted and wet.

I had never shown them to anyone before, and watching my best friend look at them, I knew why; I looked like a total fucking slut.

“God, Sarah…” Louis breathed, his voice even quieter than before. His gaze lingered, and I watched him closely, my embarrassment rapidly transforming into exhilaration. I could see the excitement flicker openly on his face, the way his breathing quickened just a bit, the slight flush creeping into his cheeks.

“Is that too much?” I asked, biting my lip.

“No,” he answered, eyes transfixed. “It’s perfect.”

“Really? Let me uh…show you another one…” I scooted closer to him, our thighs brushing lightly. My fingers trembled slightly as I took the phone back, swiping slowly to another image. “Oh god, this one is so bad.”

“Show me.”

His words made me shift in my seat slightly, feeling a pleasurable pressure between my legs. Why was this turning me on so much?

I handed him the phone, his eyes coming to rest on the image before him. In this one, I’d captured a reflection of myself lying back on the hotel bed, thighs spread wide, panties pushed to one side, fingers teasing my clit. My pussy glistened unmistakably, slick and inviting.

Louis exhaled sharply, shifting slightly on the couch. Without thinking, my eyes drifted downward, noticing for the first time the unmistakable outline of his cock pressing hard against his sweatpants. The thrill surged through me, knowing I was responsible—that my secret pictures had made my best friend kinda hard.

Painfully hard, by the looks of things.

“Seems you like this one too,” I said, allowing myself a small smile.

“What do you–” His eyes followed mine and he laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck, Sarah, can you blame me? You’re ridiculously sexy. I just never thought I’d see you like this.”

“And now?” I pressed gently, leaning even closer, our shoulders touching. Suddenly I was very aware of how low cut my top was–my nipples were practically out, hard against the fabric, my areola peeking out over the top. My natural instinct was to cover them up, but I fought against it, letting my watch. “What do you think?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. Do you have any more?”

I took the phone from him wordlessly, struggling to take my eyes off his cock. It seemed to throb and twitch through the fabric of his sweatpants, chiseled and veiny and the perfect size to take to the back of my mouth while I let him watch me play with my–

Fuck. I was getting so ahead of myself. Fifteen minutes ago we had been reminiscing about playing Tekken 3, now I was thinking about watching the shaft of his cock glistening with my juices as he fucked me.

I tried to suppress the thoughts and moved to another picture, deliberately finding the most lewd one I could. Me on my knees atop the hotel bed, thighs spread wide, ass raised and captured from behind in explicit detail. The camera angle emphasized every intimate curve, the glistening arousal obvious between my parted thighs, my fingers visibly holding myself open for the shot. The thrill of showing it to Louis had my heart racing, and I watched his reaction closely.

Louis groaned softly beside me, shifting again, clearly uncomfortable but unable to look away. A wicked impulse surged through me as I boldly rested a hand gently on his thigh, dangerously close to his erection. My heart pounded violently, a voice inside warning that this was madness, that we’d never be able to go back from this—but I ignored it, driven by the thrill of doing something so illicit and daring.

“When I took that one,” I whispered huskily. “I was thinking about getting fucked.” I smiled, biting my lower lip, letting the tension thicken the air. "Isn’t that naughty?”

Louis closed his eyes briefly, exhaling shakily, visibly struggling to maintain control. When he opened them again, they burned with intensity. “Sarah…do you know what you’re doing to me right now?”

I leaned in closer, my cleavage now bulging between us, my nipples tending the fabric, completely visible to us both. My panties, I knew, were completely soaked through, and every instinct told me that I should take them off.

Instead, I smiled innocently.

“I have no idea.” I hooked my fingers under my pajama bottoms and pulled them down a little, revealing my naked hips and the top of my pussy. Even just the sight of myself like this, with him, made a small sigh of pleasure escape my lips. I looked up at him and saw him watching as my fingers moved to where I needed them most. “Maybe you should tell me…"