Late in the afternoon, there was a knock at the door to my apartment. My roommates, Matt and Simon, were both out of town for the weekend. Lounging in sweats, I headed to the front door unsure of who my surprise visitor could be. I was pleasantly surprised when I opened it to find Becca waiting excitedly outside.

Beck, as I called her, was one of my best friends from college. Since our first meeting at a frat house freshman year, we had shared a lot. I told her everything, and we grew into something of a duo over those four rowdy years. I experimented a lot in college, and Beck was always supportive and non-judgmental. She had her own curious moments and together we would chat late at night about the various guys and ladies who appealed to us both.

When I found out a studio apartment had opened up in my building, I helped her get it. Now she lived upstairs and dropped by at least once a week. Usually, she came to chill with my roommates and I or to watch trash TV. The energy of this visit felt a little different.

After a moment in the hall, Becca brushed past me and into the living room. “Are the boys here?” she asked, referring to Matt and Simon.

I responded with a polite “Nah,” while I cleared some plates from the coffee table.

“Okay, good!” she retorted before plopping down on the couch. “I have something just for you,” she said, pointing at me. Returning to the living room, I looked at her skeptically before taking a seat next to her on the couch. She held up her phone with a mischievous smile and started off, “You will never guess who has an OnlyFans!”

“Who?” I asked, a little bored already at the idea of seeing another woman from our class selling her naked photos online.

“Sean Santos,” she said, grinning again.

I was a little speechless. Sean had been in our year at college and was, as far as I knew, dealing high-end real estate in the city for his dad’s brokerage. Becca knew this would be of interest to me because, although I mostly dated women, I had dabbled with dudes and had revealed a certain crush on Sean to her. He was a jock, played baseball, and my eyes wandered whenever I found myself in the university gym at the same time as him. Becca and I had always agreed on the quality of his assets. On more than one occasion she had elbowed my rib as Sean bent over in his tight baseball pants during a game.

I looked over Becca. She had skipped into my apartment quickly and was wearing snug black leggings with a skin-tight purple sports bra overlaid by a loose tank top, cropped messily above her stomach with a raggedly cut edge. This was a standard uniform for her, and on this particular afternoon was paired with a messy ponytail. The leggings accentuated her sculpted thighs and perfectly toned gluts, while the sports bra and crop top laid bare her tight belly. Becca was busty, but also modest enough to know when an extra layer of coverage was needed. She had always seemed self-conscious about her generous tits. She was an indisputably gorgeous woman.

Without giving away my interest in Sean Santos’s virtual nudes, I asked in a roundabout way if she was headed to or from the gym. “Do you want a water, or a beer Beck?”

She looked down into her phone with a frown, declaring, “Well, I was planning to go to the gym, but after this revelation maybe a beer is warranted?”

I headed to the kitchen and came back with a bottle for each of us. She took a swig from hers and turned to me on the couch, “Do you want to see it?”

“See what?” I remarked casually, and sipped my beer before placing it down again with a clink on the surface of the glass coffee table.

She tilted her head and put up an eyebrow. “I know you want to see it!” she yelled, before clarifying that she meant Sean’s OnlyFans. She continued with a wink, “I’m a subscriber.” Her tone was teasing and she swung the phone in front of my face.

“Is it worth it?” I asked as I took a long drink from my bottle. She laughed and confirmed it was, and my poker face evaporated. In another second we were huddled next to each other tightly and she was logging in to open his lengthy profile.

It was true, indeed. Sean had an OnlyFans. And what an OnlyFans he had. Becca leafed through photos and videos of him half-naked, nude, jerking off, and fucking an anonymous woman.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “That’s really him,” I said, my mouth half-open.

“Yup!” she yelped proudly. She paused on one image of him stroking his considerable dick and proclaimed meditatively, “Look at that cock!”

Becca was a pretty reserved person by nature so this kind of talk on her part was mildly surprising, even considering our history together. I asked pointedly if she was all right. She informed me that she hadn’t “had a dick” in more than six months and that Sean’s OnlyFans was a welcome distraction. We both looked at it again.

Sean was about as hot as I remembered. Tall, built, and hung, his confidence came through in all his videos.

Becca came to one post and laughingly squealed, “holy shit,” before handing me the phone. What followed was a video of buff and masculine Sean playing with his own round ass.

I gasped. Watching this macho brute tease and finger his butt, I felt myself getting hard.

Becca looked over my shoulder at it and said cockily, “See, I knew you would like it.”

A little blown away, and equally excited, we sat staring forward on the couch. We each took silent sips from our respective beers. Then I thought to ask how long she had been a subscriber to this content.

She looked guilty. “Well, I don’t know, a couple weeks?”

“You’ve been flicking your clit to his videos for a month haven’t you?” I interjected. We broke into hilarious laughter at once. Almost in tears, she nodded enthusiastically, affirming just how well I knew her.

The thought of Beck, herself toned and gorgeous, writhing in bed late at night to these insane videos of my man-crush flashed through my head and excited me. Imagining Sean’s beautiful ass tensing up and his balls slapping against Beck as he fucked her excited me too.

“You’re lying if you say this shit doesn’t turn you on too, my friend,” she said as she slugged me playfully on the shoulder and picked up her beer again.

What followed was a moment of stiff silence as the room filled with a certain tension. A video of Sean talking dirty played on Beck’s phone, which she had set down on the coffee table. I could feel my heart beating faster as I asked my next question, “How much do his videos turn you on, Beck?”

“A lot,” she paused, “why?”

“I don’t know-” I started while looking into my beer. I cut myself off and then attempted to change the subject before she interrupted me.

“Wait, wait,” she began, “why do you care how into it I am?”

Clumsily I explained that I was into her being into Sean, and his videos. She sat forward and finished her beer. Then she smiled and, turning to me, leaned in sort of surprisingly and kissed me flatly and warmly on the mouth. We embraced deeply and I yanked her leggings-clad legs over my knees in a way that felt completely natural. She kissed me with more depth and soon I felt her tongue flicking against mine.

Pulling her mouth away from mine for a hasty breath she grunted with a teasing tone, “You like that I want to get fucked by your boyfriend?”

I replied, “Fuck yea,” and we continued to kiss.

She pulled away for another breath and, wiping her hand across her mouth whispered lowly, “Fuck.”

“What?” I asked.

She replied enthusiastically that she was shocked and excited by this turn of events. I responded by peeling her crop top over her head and throwing it across the room. I asked how bad she needed a cock.

She decisively replied, “Desperately.”

The crop top gone, Beck’s chest heaved in her sports bra, which in turn stretched to the limits of its functionality. I suddenly realized why she felt she needed to cover up so often. I knew I wanted her, and I wanted her naked. She hastily started kissing me again, moving from my lips to my neck and biting my earlobe in between.

I slid my left hand down the front of her leggings, while holding my right palm flat against her bareback. My left hand found its way down her defined abdomen before getting caught up abruptly in her tight little groomed, but wiry, bush. The image of my best friend, soaked in a hot shower, carefully cropping her bush into a neat square flashed through my mind.

She groaned emphatically and tilted her head forward. We watched together as my hand disappeared out of view. I kissed her neck. She groaned again, this time saying, “Yes, yes, yes.”

“You’re fucking soaked, Beck.” I pointed out as my fingers found their way to her center. She nodded and bit her lower lip. “Does it need to get fucked?” I asked. She nodded again. As I teased her with my left hand I ran my right hand down the back of her leggings and started to spread her supple ass open. Her eyes rolled back. I teased each of her holes with separate fingers and she ground against my dueling hands, breathing heavily and beginning to throb and pulse excitedly.

While I played with her, we continued to kiss deeply and sloppily. Freeing up my right hand, I tugged my sweats down and pulled out my thick cock. She looked down at it and gasped slightly. Holding it tight at the base, I pridefully showed her the tool I was about to use on her. She licked her lips.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” she asked cheerily. I shook my head and then returning to fingering her pussy and ass simultaneously, sliding two and then three and then four fingers deep inside her. She gasped again, before saying very politely, “Thank you, that feels so fucking good.”

I stood up and let my sweats fall to the floor in a pile, obscuring my feet. Then, grabbing her ankles, I slid her to the edge of the couch. There, and with her assistance, I peeled off her leggings to reveal her beautiful legs and that ass. I loved it and admired it almost as much as I admired Sean’s. She started to take off her bra but couldn’t quite remove it before I sat back down and pulled her on top of me. The purple spandex of it released her gorgeous full tits but stayed tangled around her neck, framing her bare breasts. I left it on, and thought about using it as reins I could use as I rode this soon-to-be bucking beauty.

Becca bounced into my lap and we kissed again, my hands cradling and patting her naked bum. She cooed in approval. I took one of her tits into my mouth and sucked on it greedily while staring up into her face. Her eyes widened, her ass shook in my hands.

She repeated her question, “Why did we wait so long to do this?” I smiled. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted her.

I spit into my hand and stroked my cock between her legs to get it ready for her. Slowly, she lowered her eager pussy onto my hard member. I teased her with the head before letting her take it all.

She let out a dramatic, “Fuccckkk,” and looked down to watch the action. Soon, the empty apartment was echoing with the sounds of Beck riding me, of my broad hands slapping her pert ass, and every few minutes - yelps of excitement from us both. All of this was punctuated by the unmistakable sounds of her wet pussy getting fucked.

She rode me more and more roughly. Her bra was still half-on and was tangled up around her neck and shoulders. It accentuated her tits, which bounced free below it. Placing a hand on each of my shoulders, Beck used them as leverage to pump up and down. She rocked forward and I caught one of her soft tits in my teeth followed by the other, sucking on each until she begged me to swap to its twin.

This exercise provoked the declaration, “Ugh, my fucking titties are going to be so sore after you’re done with them.”

She pulled her loose hair back over one ear in a charming way while staring down at me with a broad smile. She paused for a moment and asked what I was thinking. “I’m wishing Sean was here so I could share you with him,” I retorted.

Blushing, she put both hands over her face and leaned over my shoulder to laugh, and in concurrence, she groaned, “Me too, baby.” This new term of endearment surprised me, but I loved it.

Pressing my mouth to her ear I whispered, “I’m gunna take you to my bed to fuck you, okay?” She nodded into my neck while she licked it. In one motion I stood up, holding one of her cheeks in each hand.

Her ass shaking and spreading wide, she slid down so that I was as deep as I could go. Walking to the bedroom this way, she moaned into my ear. Her hot breath turned me on more than I thought possible. I knew neither she, nor I, would be able to handle much more.

I laid Beck on the bed and told her I wanted to fuck her from behind. She replied assertively, “Great minds think alike.” I rolled her over. I got down on my knees behind her and ate her up. She buried her face in my comforter and I continued to lick her up and down slowly. She reached back and with one handheld my head in place while she rubbed her clit. “I’m ready, baby,” she said in a husky tone. When I kept licking, she said firmly, “Please, fuck me.”

I stood up and teased her with my head before filling her up again. She pressed her face into the bed. I brought one hand back and slapped her ass hard, leaving a pink handprint for a moment. Then I reached forward and grabbed the back of her bra, using it as a harness. I yanked and made her back arch. She groaned. With my free hand, I took her left tit into my palm and tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

She squealed, “You know I love that rough shit.” I had remembered a few of the things she told me she wanted during those late college nights when we’d talked about our crushes.

She was soaked again. I felt her tightening and tensing as she yelped, “I’m gunna cum baby. Fuck, I’m gunna cum. Cum with me, please.”

I slapped her ass again and tugged harder on the fabric of her tangled sports bra. It felt like it might rip. After a heated pause filled with the sounds of my balls slapping against her, she followed up invitingly with, “I want you to finish in me.”

I was thrilled and rock hard at the idea.

Becca leaned back and bounced her ass against me aggressively, tensing her pussy until I was the one groaning and begging. I held her tight around the waist and warned her before pumping her full and felt myself empty. She and I both grunted in unison and I doubled over on top of her, my chest flattening against her smooth back.

I pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. Her skin was dewy with sweat. I spread her legs open and buried my face in the snatch I had just fucked. As I licked it, I tasted myself. She was stunned and happy. I lifted my head up and, moving over her, paused to kiss her beautiful titties one more time. Then I made my way to her warm mouth, where I kissed her deeply again. We collapsed into bed next to each other, holding hands. She giggled happily and nuzzled her beautiful face into my neck again, saying, “I wish we had done that freshman year.” I smiled.

From the living room, we could hear the faint sound of Sean’s dirty talk, still playing aloud on Becca’s phone, which sat where she left it on the coffee table.