I had arrived early at my boyfriend's apartment, hoping to surprise him. But, as luck would have it, he wasn't home yet. His roommate, whom I only knew as Ben, was there, though. He was a tall, dark-haired guy with piercing green eyes and a smoldering gaze. He wore nothing but boxer shorts, which showed off his toned legs and muscular arms.

I was leaning against the wall in the hallway when I noticed that Ben's bedroom door was slightly open. As I passed by, I saw him lying on his bed, rubbing his cock through his boxers. He seemed lost in pleasure, completely unaware of my presence. My heart started racing as I watched him touch himself.

I had never seen a guy do that before, let alone one who looked like Ben. The sight of his thick erection straining against the fabric was incredibly arousing. And seeing him stroke it with such intensity made me feel so fucking horny.

My pussy started to get wet as I continued watching him. My breath caught in my throat when he finally pulled down his boxers, exposing his cock to the air. It was long and thick, with a perfect curve that made me want to wrap my hand around it and stroke it myself.

As I watched him play with himself, I couldn't help but touch myself, too. My fingers found their way between my legs, rubbing circles over my clit as I imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside me. I could hear the sound of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, matching the rhythm of my own fingers moving against my pussy.

I was so focused on watching him that I didn't even notice when he stopped touching himself. He turned his head towards the door, staring right at me. For a moment, I froze, unsure of what to do or say. He noticed I was touching myself, too, and grinned, then beckoned me into his room with one finger.

I hesitated for only a second before walking over to him. He pulled me onto the bed beside him and began furiously making out with me while reaching down to unbutton my jeans. Without hesitation, his fingers slid inside my panties, finding my swollen clit, easily. I moaned against his mouth as he began rubbing it, matching the rhythm of his own hand moving up and down his cock.

His other hand moved up to cup my breast, squeezing gently before running his thumb over my nipple. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making me even wetter than before. I reached down to wrap my hand around his cock, feeling its warmth pulsing beneath my fingers.

He broke the kiss long enough to tell me how much he wanted to fuck me and how he was imagining sliding his cock into my pussy. And as much as I wanted that too, something stopped me from going any further with him. Maybe it was because we were still just friends, or, maybe, it was because of the way my boyfriend would react if he found out what had happened between us.

But whatever the reason, I knew I couldn't let this go any further. So I gently pushed his hand away from my pussy and climbed off the bed, pulling up my jeans as I did so. He looked disappointed but nodded, understanding that we needed to stop before things went too far.

As I walked out of his room and back into the hallway, I felt a strange mix of relief and frustration. My pussy was still wet with desire, aching for more attention than just my own fingers. But I knew that what had happened between us could never happen again – not if we wanted to stay friends.

As I left his apartment and headed home, all I could think about was how much I wished I could have let him keep going. How good it would feel to have his cock inside me, sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy until we both came together.

But as the night wore on, those thoughts started to fade away. And by morning, they were gone completely, replaced by memories of what had happened between us – a secret that only the two of us would ever know.