I could hear it in his voice, in the messages he sent, in the delayed replies. Something was off. He would never mention what it was, and I would never ask. That’s not the kind of friends we were. We were “no questions asked” type friends, who met online late at night. We were there to scratch each other’s itch and tease the mind, not to bare the soul. But still, something in me wished there was a way I could soothe him....

He had been teasing me all day: Subtle touches as we got ready for the day. A kiss that lasted deliciously long as I was heading out the door. Suggestive texts through the day. I had to severely guard my expression in a meeting when he had messaged that he couldn’t wait to absolutely unload his cock in my pussy. When I got home, he was totally engrossed in his drums. Lost in a world of beats and rhythm. I knew I should le...