The cold morning air bit at Daniel’s cheeks as he knocked on the front door. The early hour was an awkward necessity, a product of their strange new routine. He instinctively pulled the collar of his coat up to his chin, his teeth chattering in the pre-dawn chill. He heard the familiar rattle of the deadbolt from within, a sound that had become as common as his own heartbeat. The door swung open just as he stepped forward, and his foot landed squarely on the welcome mat as his body moved inside, out of the cold. Eva, her back to him, didn’t even glance over her shoulder. This had been the unspoken rule for ten months now, ever since their worlds had shrunk to the size of a single couch.
“What’s up?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. Her blonde hair was a beautiful, chaotic mess, and her oversized t-shirt and pink panties were a stark contrast to the winter air outside. She shuffled toward the couch, a worn blanket dragging behind her, and gracefully plopped down, her body sprawling across the three cushions. She pulled the warm blanket back up to her chin, her exposed legs disappearing once more beneath the fleece, only her fluffy pink socks peeking out.
Daniel shut the front door behind him with a quiet click, securing the lock as he grunted a greeting in return. He unzipped his coat and let it drop to the floor, shedding the last vestiges of the world outside. Eva, without a word, lifted her feet, still encased in the blanket, and he sat down near the armrest, her feet coming to rest on his lap. They both stared silently at the television, lost in a quiet trance, the day’s first beer already on the floor beside them.
This had become the start of every weekday, a comfortable and familiar ritual born out of necessity. It all began a week into the quarantine when Eva was laid off from her office job of eight years. Her days of corporate grind had been replaced by a quiet, aimless existence. She had, for a time, searched for new work with a determined fury, but as the leads dried up, the sofa became her new office. Her husband, Mark, was an essential worker who earned a substantial income, affording her the luxury of giving up the search without financial consequence. Two weeks after Eva was let go, Daniel’s fate suffered the same cruel twist. He, too, had searched for a new job with no luck. The joblessness eventually forced him to give up his apartment and move back in with his parents just down the road from Eva and Mark.
Concerned about Eva’s growing depression and isolation, Mark had asked Daniel to come by and see her, knowing that his best friend was equally bored and miserable at his parents’ house. Over the past several months, Daniel and Eva had forged an unexpected friendship, sharing the same isolated misery. Now, every weekday, Daniel arrived early and sat on the couch with Eva, watching mindless daytime television, drinking beer, and talking endlessly about nonsensical things until five o’clock when he would leave and Mark would arrive home from work.
“Okay…I’ve got one. I think this is a winner,” Eva said, her voice cutting through the silence. She lay flat on her back, her phone held triumphantly above her head.
Daniel, still staring at the screen, simply grunted in response.
“Oh, no, wait. This is pure shit.” She pulled the blanket off her body, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. He instinctively caught a glimpse of her bare thighs and the pale pink panties beneath her oversized shirt. He flinched, his gaze darting to the television before he shook his head. “No, that’s done. We finished that days ago, remember?”
The quest to find the absolute worst movie on Netflix had become a shared mission, and Daniel believed he had definitively found it last week with what could only be described as a badly-filmed home movie. Eva lightly kicked his thighs with a quiet, whiny grunt of protest.
Their friendship had evolved into something comfortable and uncomplicated, with the unspoken rule that it was nothing more. But Eva had become naturally touchy-feely over the months. She’d wear nothing but an oversized shirt and panties with cute, fuzzy socks, her hair a beautiful mess. Daniel found her overwhelmingly attractive, of course, and never once objected to her lack of personal space.
Eva dropped her phone to her side and let out a sigh. “Well, what are we gonna watch? This is stupid!”
“This is very intriguing,” Daniel retorted with a hint of sarcasm, gesturing toward the documentary on the history of accounting practices.
“How can you watch this? It’s so boring.”
“If you’d pay attention, you may learn something new. We haven’t watched anything like this before,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Eva went back to her phone, scrolling mindlessly. Daniel’s own mind was drifting, a hazy daydream taking hold. He reached for two beer cans on the floor, opened them both, and, without looking, passed one into her hand. Eva sat up against the arm of the sofa, still facing him. They emptied the cans quickly, a practiced routine that had them finishing half a twelve-pack by eleven o’clock.
After several minutes of scrolling, Eva looked up at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Can guys really have an orgasm from getting fucked in the ass?”
Daniel, in the middle of finishing another can, coughed, spilling beer all over his shirt. He let out a hardy cough and a bewildered laugh. “What?”
Eva looked back at her phone, a genuine question in her eyes. “This article. It’s about anal orgasms. I know women can have them, but I don’t think a guy can get fucked and orgasm without touching his penis.”
Daniel let out a forced laugh, “Yeah, of course! How’d you not know that?”
“No, I mean, I know about the prostate and all that, but this is saying a guy can get fucked in the ass, not even touch his penis, or not even be hard for that matter, and still climax.” She furrowed her brow, a playful smile fighting its way to her lips.
Daniel shrugged. “Yeah, it can happen.”
“Did you ever do that?”
“Huh. A little personal, isn’t it?”
Eva rolled her eyes, her gaze expectant. “Well?”
Daniel sighed, “Maybe. Yeah. What’s it matter?”
“I’m not going to make fun of you or anything. I just think that’s really interesting. Does it feel good?”
“Of course! It’s an orgasm!”
“Wait, was this masturbation? A girl fingering you? Or… have you fucked a guy before?” Eva scooted her body toward the middle of the sofa, her legs now in a cross-legged position, inching closer toward Daniel. She was wide awake now, and he was feeling a hot wave of embarrassment wash over him.
“Come on, please tell me,” she pleaded, her voice a cute, insistent whine.
Daniel, with a deep breath, confessed, “I’ve used a dildo before… a vibrator.”
Eva’s mouth dropped open in mock surprise. “No way! That’s pretty hot.”
Daniel blushed, anxiety creeping into the pit of his stomach. Eva scooted even closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. He finally nudged her shoulder away with his hand. “What? You’re freaking me out. What’s the big deal?”
Eva shrugged, fighting back a gleeful grin. “Nothing! I don’t think there’s anything wrong at all. I just think it’s hot. Mark would never do anything like that.”
Daniel’s expression soured. “Oh, yeah. Great! That makes me feel better?”
Eva pursed her lips, still staring intently at his face. “Can I see you do it?”
Daniel snapped a bewildered look in her direction. “What? Why? No!”
She scooted even closer. “Why not?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “There’s a ton of reasons why. I can’t believe I’m hearing this. What’s gotten into you?”
Eva’s playful demeanor turned serious. “I’m just fascinated by it. I don’t know. It’s not like I’ll ever have an opportunity to see it otherwise. It’s not like we’re fucking or anything. I’d just be watching! I promise I’ll never tell anyone.”
Daniel waited for the punchline that never came. He was utterly bewildered. After a long pause, he asked, “You’re being serious?”
Eva nodded with confidence. “You want to watch me put a dildo up my ass?”
She nodded again. “I want to see a guy have an orgasm from getting fucked in the ass, without even touching his cock.”
Daniel turned his head toward the TV, as if to find an answer there. He thought for a moment, the blood rushing in his veins. “I don’t know about not touching my cock at all. It doesn’t take much for me to orgasm that way, but I don’t know if that’s how it’ll be.”
Eva’s face lit up with triumph, a silent understanding passing between them. “That’s totally fine! I just want you to try. Please!”
Daniel chuckled, a mix of disbelief and a rising thrill. He put a hand to his forehead, feeling the heat. “I don’t know. Nobody can ever find out!”
Eva threw her arms up in victory and made a gesture of zipping her lips shut. “I promise.”
She hopped up from the couch and shuffled off to her bedroom, giggling like a child. Seconds later, the shuffling sound returned, and she stood in front of him, a seven-inch dildo that looked like a very real, very endowed cock in one hand, and a bottle of lube in the other. She playfully stuck out her tongue and pressed the dildo between her braless breasts, her thin t-shirt outlining the shape of her D-cups and hard nipples. Daniel felt a blush creep up his neck, and his penis, which had been stirring, now began to throb with a life of its own. He felt guilty, a knot of unease twisting in his stomach, but he couldn’t deny the hunger in his gut. Eva had gained a little weight during quarantine, which only seemed to thicken her curves in the most delicious way.
Eva sat down on the floor right in front of Daniel’s knees. “Come on, come on, this is going to be soooo much fun,” she giggled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Daniel sat paralyzed, feeling awkward and uncertain, a cocktail of guilt and lust swirling within him.
Eva patted his thigh with the dildo. “Up up! Come on! Take off your pants.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Daniel rose to his feet. He stood in front of her, unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. The denim fell to the floor, and Eva’s eyes went wide. She locked her gaze on his half-erect cock that swung slightly as his pants hit the floor. “Wow,” she breathed, a genuine note of surprise and admiration in her voice. “I bet that gets return customers.”
He looked down, his eyes meeting hers just inches from his rising cock. His heart hammered in his chest, and an impulsive desire to stuff her mouth with his cock surged through him.
Eva covered the tip of the dildo with a generous amount of lube. Daniel, his mind racing, tried to figure out a position. He spoke, his voice slightly shaky. “I usually use one with a suction cup. I like to have it on the floor so I can mount it and, you know, sort of bounce on it.”
Eva looked around the living room. “Well, this is all I have… Ah! I know!”
She directed him to get on the couch, facing outward, on his knees. She remained on the floor directly in front of him, and they faced each other, her face inches from his cock. He paused, looking down at her, “Are you sure you want to be that close?”
Eva looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “Oh yeah. I want to see this up close.”
She held the dildo upright on the seat cushion of the sofa. Daniel slowly lowered his bottom, wincing as his asshole touched the cold, slippery lube. He lowered down slowly, pushing his puckered hole against the tip of the dildo. Eva let out a slightly audible, “Mmmm.”
Her reaction made his cock throb, slowly rising to its full size as he pushed down, slowly but firmly. She watched as his asshole was slowly penetrated, his tight hole swallowing the head of the dildo. Eva made another quiet but audible “Ooh” sound and lowered her free hand to the crotch of her panties, her fingers finding her own growing wetness.
Daniel slowly dropped, then rose, his rhythm slow and deliberate. Deeper and deeper he went with each slow bounce from his knees. The dildo was half inside him as he instinctively reached to stroke his cock but forced his hand back down, a low grunt of effort escaping his lips.
Eva giggled and smiled up at him, “Mmm, you want to stroke that big cock, don’t you?” The seductive sound of her voice and the simultaneous massaging of his prostate from within made him take heaving, ragged breaths. She smiled, her face an inch from his cock, her mouth open, tongue flicking out as if to taste him. Daniel grunted louder and picked up his bouncing pace. The dildo was fully inside him now, his ass slamming against Eva’s hand as she held on tight to the slippery toy. He began to quiver, his muscles spasming as he let out a string of moans. “Uh, uh, uh!” His shaky voice got louder and louder, matching the rhythm of his bouncing thighs. Eva, still with her mouth open and tongue sticking out, was a fraction of an inch from his thick head, which had begun to drip pre-cum onto the couch. As she started letting out a begging moan, Daniel completely lost control. His eyes shut tight, all his muscles clenched as he began to shake. He finally exhaled in a complete release, spurting a thick rope of cum across Eva’s lips and tongue.
Eva licked her lips clean. “Oh my god,” she cooed, her voice thick with lust. “That was so fucking hot.”
Daniel’s muscles were burning and trembling, his chest heaving as he panted in complete exhaustion. With a wet sucking sound, Eva slowly withdrew the dildo from his ass. Still smiling, with his cum dripping down her chin, she gave the tip of the dildo a kiss. “My turn!”
She handed the slippery dildo to Daniel as they both stood up and swapped positions. Daniel didn’t speak, his mind reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, but his body was still hungry. He wanted to see this now just as badly as she had. Eva dramatically ripped her t-shirt off across the living room, exposing her large, bare breasts. Her breathing was already accelerated, her nipples hard and pointed. She peeled off her panties, exposing a full bush that had been neglected for some time. Daniel dropped to his knees on the floor in the position she had been in, holding the dildo straight up. Eva mounted it, her thick, curvy thighs resting her weight on his hands as she lowered herself to the tip of the dildo.
She quickly sank her asshole down on the slippery dildo, not stopping until her buttocks pressed firmly against Daniel’s hand. Eva hummed loudly, a sound of pure pleasure, as she continued to push forcefully down. She squeezed both her breasts firmly together with her hands and rubbed her nipples. Daniel looked up, astonished. “Wow! You took that fast! So don’t touch your-“
Eva interrupted, grabbing Daniel by the back of his head and thrusting his face into her bush. She ferociously started bouncing up and down on the plastic cock, screaming with pleasure. Daniel’s tongue was smothered by her clit, her pubic hair a scratchy sensation against his face. She rubbed his tongue with her thick, swollen clit as she rode him.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” she screamed. She was slamming her bottom up and down on the dildo, building and building an orgasm. Daniel was suffocating, her juices and cum running down his face and into his mouth, but he didn’t care.
“Oh fuuuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she just continually repeated. With a loud, final scream, her body quivered as she came. Daniel took a deep breath of cold air as she finally released his head, gasping. He let go of the dildo and backed away as she slowly stood up with the dildo still at least five inches inside her ass. She put one foot up on the couch, bearing down, pushing the dildo out onto the floor using only her sphincters. Out of breath, she plopped herself down on the couch, her body still trembling. “Well, I guess I couldn’t do an anal-only orgasm,” she panted, her voice still shaky from her climax. “Maybe that article’s half right.”
