The couch confession

Owen and Mia had been friends for over ten years now. Originally introduced through a mutual acquaintance, they had grown closer and closer ever since.

For most of their friendship, Mia had been in a relationship with Zack.

All of their mutual friends agreed: Zack was not a good match, not even a good dude.

Zack and Mia argued almost every time they were out with the rest of the group of friends. Owen and others had conversations with multiple of their friends tiptoeing around the suspicions of how they acted in private. If demeaning Mia publicly was something Zack saw no issue with, who knew how he treated her when they were together?

Zack also just sucked. Multiple times, there had been unprompted comments about various minorities. Most of the time, others tried to brush past them as quickly as possible but on occasion, this had led to confrontations. Never by Mia though. Everyone knew she didn’t agree with what he said which raised the question why she didn’t talk back to him when he said something stupid.

Frankly, almost their entire friend group had been hoping for a breakup since not very long after they got together, but by now they had been together for over eight years.

There was another aspect of Zack’s behaviour that bothered some of Owen’s friend group. He was very controlling. He had tried to decrease the time Mia spent with them, especially without him present. Luckily, this was something Mia had fought back against successfully and hadn’t let affect her social life.

Owen had to give Zack at least a tiny sliver of lenience for this stance, though. It wasn’t entirely irrational.

There was a part of Mia’s behaviour Owen had only recently made sense of. She always laughed at his jokes, even if they weren’t funny. Sometimes Owen even said something that wasn’t intended as a joke at all, yet she laughed out loud at it. She spent a lot of time touching his arms or his back and she often sent him DM’s when something reminded her of him, like an Instagram reel about a show he liked or the announcement of a gig nearby of a band she knew he was into. They had a number of inside jokes, most completely incomprehensible to even their other close friends.

He hadn’t caught up to these signs when he was younger. Most younger guys could be hit in the face with full on flirting and still doubt a girl’s feelings. It had only clicked a year or so ago. Mia was into him. Heavily.

Before that point, Owen hadn’t seen her like this. He himself had been in a committed relationship for the first few years they knew each other and by the time he was single, Mia had become a sister-like figure in his life. He couldn’t even imagine having a sexual thought about her. Until last year, that was.

It was as if a dam had broken. Suddenly, Mia suddenly had lips that moved in a way he could no longer fully register what she was saying. He now secretly hoped on her wearing that specific jeans or that one top she owned whenever they were to meet up. Trips to the beach in summer had become much, much more interesting.

Owen didn’t understand how he hadn’t found her attractive before. Mia was funny, smart and, although he knew it was superficial, in incredible shape. He would never admit it, but he had jerked off to her multiple times after spending time together since the dam had broken. Every time he had felt shame afterwards. She was his friend, genuinely, and she was in a relationship. A bad one, but still.

‘Oh my god, Sarah. That’s so immature.’

Sarah had recently moved into a new flat and had invited both Owen and Mia as well as Dan, Emma and Steph to a housewarming. No partner had been explicitly stated in the group chat, just them. Everyone except for Mia knew this wasn’t to have it be more ‘cozy’ as Sarah had pretended.

They had dinner together and were now in Sarah’s brand-new comfortable couches. Sarah had suggested a drinking game. They would take turns giving a never-have-I-ever statement. Everyone who had done the mentioned act had to take a sip.

‘I’m allowed to be immature. It’s my party.’

The group agreed and the game started. They all knew each other very well so the first few rounds were boring and predictable.

‘Never have I ever shoplifted.’ That sort of thing.

Steph’s turn changed the dynamic.

‘This is boring. Here: never have I ever fantasised about another person present here.’

That was a different calibre of prompt.

Dan took a sip. So did Sarah. So did both Mia and Owen, while making eye contact.

He had looked over at her because he really wanted to know her answer specifically. Had she done the same?

Dan’s turn.

‘Never have I ever thought of someone else while having sex.’

Owen didn’t drink. Steph did. So did Mia. Jesus Christ.

Mia’s turn.

‘Never have I ever lied when calling in sick from work.’

Sarah and Steph booed her prompt.

‘Hey. Unfair. I can choose what I say.’

Everyone except for Mia drank. The game got less exciting again after that, and the group soon switched to Beerio Kart instead.

Both Mia and Owen had driven over to Sarah’s new place. Neither had really intended to get as drunk as they were, but they also knew Sarah would let them crash if needed as she had done many times before.

Sarah’s new apartment only had one bedroom, though. There wasn’t as much space to sleep over. They came to an arrangement. Both Mia and Owen could sleep on their own couch.

Mia had to call Zack to let him know she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow. She asked to do this in the bedroom for privacy, which the others found weird but didn’t say anything about.

As Steph, Emma and Dan left, the latter briefly took Owen aside.

‘Zack’s a dick. Mia would be better off without him. Do what you have to do.’

He pulled away before Owen could respond.

They got ready for bed. Sarah provided them with cushions and blankets before heading to her bedroom, leaving the longtime friends alone.

Mia had gotten rid of her pants, but herelong T-shirt obscured anything Owen would shamefully admit to wanting to see. He thought she had removed her bra, too, from the way she moved, but decided not to double check. He himself got under the covers with his jeans still on and removed them only after.

‘Goodnight, Goblin,’ Mia’s voice sounded from the dark.

‘Night, Gremlin,’ he replied.

The room was silent. All he could hear was Mia’s breathing. Never have I ever was repeating in his head.

Owen had no idea for how long the silence had lasted until Mia broke it.

‘Can I ask a question?’

‘Shoot?’

Who have you fantasised about. Is it Emma? She’s cute, right?’

Owen didn’t reply immediately.

‘I guess she is.’

‘So not Emma?’

‘Why do you want to know?’

‘Don’t you want to know who I’ve thought about?’

‘I guess I do.’

Owen was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

There was another silence.

‘It’s me, isn’t it?’ Mia said.

‘I’ve noticed how you look at me.’

Owen remained silent.

‘I don’t mind. It’s good for my confidence.’
She laughed.

‘Is this thing a two-way street kind of deal?’ Owen finally spoke.

‘Yes,’ was all she said.

Another pause. Again, Owen couldn’t tell how long.

‘Can I come lie next to you?’

‘You’ve had too much to drink, Mia.’

‘You know me well enough to know I can handle my liquor. It had nothing to do with it. I just think it would be … nice.’

Owen’s mind was racing, bargaining.

‘Okay. But not under the cover.’

There was no response, but he could hear her get up. She came over, forcing him to move aside, and laid down, wrapping an arm around him, her breath now no longer just a sound. He could feel it.

This was enough for Owen to feel him getting hard. Luckily, Mia wouldn’t notice this. Her breasts against him, through multiple layers.

‘What did you think of?’

‘What?’

‘What did you think of when you fantasised about me?’

‘Just, normal stuff.’

Mia laughed.

‘Like, did you imagine me naked? Or more than that?’

‘I … uh.’

Mia cuddled closer.

‘In my case it was more. You know, there’s a consensus among the girls that you know how to make a girl feel good. I want to experience something like that.’

‘You haven’t?’

Mia sighed.

‘I’m sure it gets much better than what I’m used to.’

Her arm moved from his shoulder to his stomach.

‘I would be much more comfortable with you under the sheets,’ she begged.

‘Alright.’

She joined him. She felt warm. She lifted a leg over his. It felt comfortable.

His erection grew as he started breathing more heavily.

‘It’s okay,’ Mia said, ‘I’m turned on too. This feels so bad, but I don’t really care. Do you?’

‘I don’t.’

‘Are you hard?’

‘Yes?’

‘Can I touch it?’

‘…’

‘Over your boxers?’

‘Yes. Please.’

She moved her hand lower. He was throbbing.

‘You’re bigger than him,’ she whispered, ‘Not even close.’

‘I’ve thought about this a lot,’ Owen admitted.

‘Me too.’

‘Should we lose out shirts?’

‘I’d like that.’

After a bit of messing about, both their shirts were off. They were skin to skin now, which felt right. Owen couldn’t see anything, but he could feel Mia’s hard nipples push against it.

‘What if Sarah gets up?’ Mia worried.

‘I don’t care,’ Owen said.

Mia giggled.

‘Me neither.’

She started tracing his shaft through his boxers.

‘I want to jerk you off.’

Owen felt emboldened.

‘It doesn’t feel best dry but go ahead.’

Mia didn’t hesitate. She pulled his waistband down and dove under the cover, taking the tip of his hard cock in her mouth for no longer than two seconds before she started stroking it.

Owen couldn’t believe this was really happening. Mia appeared again.

Owen leaned in to kiss her, without asking, as she continued stimulating him.

‘This feels so good,’ he moaned.

Mia kissed him in turn.

‘I’m going to do so much more to you.’

She slipped his boxers fully off and increased the pace.

‘But first, you are going to do something for me.’

‘Anything for my gremlin.’

‘I want you to eat me out. Zack doesn’t like it.’

It was the first time he was mentioned by name.

He wanted it.

‘Sit down on the couch,’ he commanded.

She followed his instruction and took a seat on her own couch. Owen gently pulled down her panties before getting on his knees in front of her.

He could vaguely see her body above him. She was already fingering herself.

Owen didn’t want to tease. He felt a hunger and just dove in.

She tasted amazing. He usually loved the taste of pussy, something Dan had never believed when they discussed it, but Mia’s was even better.

He took long slow laps at her cunt, sliding his tongue in between her lips.

‘Oh YES,’ Mia came dangerously close to alarming Sarah.

He continued this and felt her getting soaked.

‘I can’t wait until you fuck me, Owen.’

His tongue moved to the top of her delicious pussy. Her clit was already engorged. It practically begged for his attention.

Mia didn’t refrain from moaning as he circled her clit.

‘Shhht,’ he warned, ‘Sarah might hear.’

‘I thought you didn’t care?’ she teased.

Despite her teasing, she actually got quieter.

Owen could feel her legs shake as he got lost between her thighs.

‘Get up.’

He obliged. Standing in front of her with his erection at full attention.

He felt her hand lift him by the tip and her tongue glide from the bottom of his shaft upwards until she wrapped her lips around her.

‘Oh lord,’ he mumbled.

She slowly took him deeper, as deep as she could before gasping for air.

‘You’re so much bigger,’ she said again.

He felt one hand on him while she could hear her other hand playing with her wetness.

She went as deep as she could once again, this time slowly retreating instead of letting go completely.

She repeated this motion a couple of times, increasing ever so slightly in pace every time.

‘Fuck, Mia. You’re going to make me cum if you keep up like that.’

She let go again.

‘We can’t have that. I want you to fuck me.’

Owen leant forward, kissing her on her forehead.

‘How do you want it?’

‘Doggy.’

‘Perfect.’

He helped her stand up and turn around, so she could place her hands on the couch.

He moved his cockhead to her wet pussy and rubbed it against it.

‘Don’t fucking tease me, you asshole. Stick it in.’

He did as instructed. Slowly feeling her walls part for his throbbing member.

‘Oh yes. Put your hands on my hips.’

He complied again. While he pushed deeper.

‘Be gentle. I’m not used to this.’

Owen let Mia guide herself deeper onto his dick. He was in ecstasy. This was the girl he had cheered up when her pet hamster had died. The girl who had brought him obscene amounts of chicken soup when he had been sick. The girl who always laughed at his jokes. The girl who made him feel good about himself. And now he was in her. Fucking her.

Mia had fully taken him in her, and just like she had done with her mouth, she was slowly going back and forth on it.

‘You’re fantastic,’ he said.

‘Fuck me,’ she replied.

He grabbed her hips tighter and started thrusting, taking control away from Mia. She didn’t mind.

It felt so deep. Every thrust he felt like the next one would make him lose it. Make him fill his long-time friend with his cum. He could hear himself slap against her firm ass.

He wasn’t going to last much longer. Mia could sense it.

‘Pull out in time.’

He didn’t want to. It felt too good. He wanted to keep going forever.

He managed to evacuate just in time, spraying across Mia’s back.

‘We’re going to do that again,’ she laughed.

‘Well, aren’t you,’ Owen started.

‘That’s basically over. Now especially.’

‘Good. Yes, then we’ll do it again.’

Owen stumbled to Sarah’s kitchen to find wipes and returned to clean Mia up.

‘Do you want to cuddle?’ she asked.

‘We’re not done yet.’

‘Oh, is that so?’

Mia knew exactly what Owen meant and sat back down on the couch, with her legs spread wide. For a second time, Owen dove in.

‘I’ve been planning this for a while, you know,’ she teased.

‘Just had to wait for a good opportunity. Guess we got lucky.’

Owen couldn’t respond with his mouthful of pussy.

‘I knew you would let me have fun with you. You’ve been eye-fucking me for months. Don’t think that wasn’t like super obvious.’

She moaned in response to his stimulus.

‘I’ve never been fucked like that. I’ve been missing out. I’m so close already. It usually takes so long before I can cum.’

He continued the same motion at the same speed over and over.

‘You’re doing so good. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.’

Her body tensed up, her thighs moving inwards squeezing Owen’s head.

When she relaxed again, she leaned back.

‘Shit. We might have stained Sarah’s couch.’

They moved back to Owen’s couch, without bothering to get dressed again. Mia cuddled up next to Owen just like she had done before, and they fell asleep in a state of absolute bliss.

The next morning, they were woken up as Sarah entered the room.

‘Hey guys. Are you awake yet?’

She got a view of the pair.

‘I should have fucking known’, she laughed.