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[This is a fictional story, written as a commission.]

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A little under a month ago, I was out with my girlfriends, on a night out. They’re all great girls, I’ve known two of them since high college and I met the other at university. We’re a really tight group and distribute almost everything with each other.

So, we were out at a local bar, drinking cocktails and generally just messing around. Kayla and Becca, my high college friends, were talking about their recent joint holiday with their boyfriends. They went to Cyprus and stayed in a big villa with a pool. I was only a little jealous; my boyfriend, Mark, and I were gonna France with his family in a couple of weeks. I was excited to get away, but France would not have been my chosen destination. His family owned a chalet in the south of France, so it just made sense to save a bit of money by going there. Paige, my university friend, was super jealous, though. She hadn’t been on holiday for years and made it very obvious that she would have done anything to go away.

As all the time happens, the conversation turned to sex. We all had boyfriends, so there was never exciting news, any more. We made up for it by detailing our recent “sexscapades”. We’re all quite tame girls, too, so the conversation was never that interesting. Kayla had bought a new dildo, wow. Becca had sex all night, the week before, thrilling. I told them I had been trying out role play, I hadn’t. Paige told us she hadn’t had sex with her boyfriend for almost two weeks. Jesus, we were a sorry lot.

Before our sex conversation died out, Paige just so happened to mention that my boyfriend’s best friend, Alex, had an Only Fans user account. We were all floored, why hadn’t she started with that? Of course, we all wanted to know more. Alex was a pretty good looking guy and generally just a lovely person. It seemed so out of character for him to be making home-made porn. We all asked a bunch of questions, but Paige said she didn’t really know much; she’d just heard about it from a friend of a friend. As you’d expect, with Paige’s lackluster story details, we all pulled our phones out. Paige told us to stop being nosy bitches, but that didn’t stop us trying. A few minutes of internet sleuthing and we’d failed to discover his user account details. Kayla and Becca were bummed out, they were really keen on possibly getting a sneak peak at his body. I was bummed, too, but I didn’t act too bothered. I was just gonna try and discover it later on. I wasn’t desperate to see, or anything, I was just curious. If you had the chance to see a friend naked, I’m eager to bet you’d take it.

The next day, as I nursed my hangover, I decided to try and discover Alex’s account again. Mark wouldn’t be back from his dad‘s house for at least a couple of hours, so I had plenty of time to play detective. Let me tell you, it is not easy to discover someone’s Only Fans user account. To cut a long story short, I found it through social media. I won’t say which one, but if you know, you know. His account picture didn’t give away much. I hadn’t at all considered subscribing, but I realised that it was the only way I was gonna be able to see anything. I pulled out my credit card, filled in some details, and it was done. No going back.

As soon as I had access to his pictures and videos, I realised I didn’t want to go back. Picture after picture, video after video, of the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I was in some sort of trance, just mindlessly scrolling through everything he’d posted. Pictures of him posing, cumming, or deep inside random girls. Videos of him slamming all kinds of women, of him masturbating, of him just flailing his big dick around like a helicopter. It was incredible, I won’t lie. The one that stuck in my mind was of him holding a beer can next to it. He was probably thicker than the can. I mean, really? Why hadn’t I ever run into someone like that?

I was definitely aware that I was turned on, but I wasn’t actively craving to sleep with him, or anything. He was just hot. So was his dick. Those feelings all went out the window, though, as I stopped on one video. My stomach just turned. I watched the video until it finished, just to be sure. I couldn’t quite believe it, so I watched it again. Yep, there she was. Paige. She was on all fours as he fucked her from behind. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew it was her. Same physique, same hair, but most importantly, she has this silly little tattoo on her shoulder of our university emblem on fire. That sneaky, cheating bitch. I was furious. I had so many thoughts flying around my head. She’d cheated on her boyfriend, who I knew, and wondered was a really decent guy. She’d lied to us girls, or at least kept it from us…same thing. She’d also had the gall to tell us that she hadn’t slept with her boyfriend in weeks. And, what I wondered most stupid, she’d told us all about his Only Fans account, knowing that if we found it, we most certainly would have recognised her. I mean, how stupid can you get? I assumed she was just being daring, or maybe had no real gossip to tell us, or maybe she is just a dumb bitch, who I never really knew at all.

I immediately exited the page and chucked my phone into the duvet. I was raging. I couldn’t believe she’d done this. I seriously considered telling her boyfriend. After all, I’d want to know if Mark cheated on me. I came to my senses, though. She may have been a dumb skank, but she was one of my best friends. I decided to just get up, shower, and forget about my stupid detective case.

A couple of days later, after I got back from work, Mark greeted me with a kiss and told me to sit down for dinner. We ate and filled each other in on our respective days at work. As we were finishing up, Mark mentioned that Alex was coming over to watch the game. I took my last bite of food and angrily chewed it into oblivion. I swallowed and put on a smile, telling him that was cool and I was probably just going to watch a movie in the bedroom. I was annoyed, though. I knew Alex was aware that Paige had a boyfriend.

Half an hour later, he turned up with a crate of beers under his arm. He hugged Mark and they went straight to the couch and turned on the TV, talking about how psyched they were for the match. I sat at the dinner table, pretending to be deep in wondered, while looking at my phone.

“Oh. Hey, Jen.” Alex called out to me, face still glued to the screen.

I waited a few moments.

“Hi, Alex.” I said flatly.

I wasn’t in the mood to play nice with him, even though he was all the time nice to me. I felt like just accusing him, right then and there, but I’ve never had the confidence for confrontation. I’m much more subtle. Well, I like to think I am.

“Been up to much?” He asked, still watching the TV.

“Oh, nothing much, really.” I began. “Saw the girls the other day.”

“Oh, cool.” He said, clearly uninterested.

“Yeah. It was me, Kayla, and Becca.” I said. “Oh, yeah, and Paige.”

Silence. It didn’t even seem to register with him. That pissed me off even more. How could he not be feeling guilty for what he’d done? I just sat there, staring through my phone, trying to discover another sly way to let him know that I knew. Before I had the chance to think of anything, he turned away from the TV to face me.

“Fancy a cold one?” He asked.

I looked over and saw his arm outstretched, holding a very familiar looking beer. As I stared at the beer can, it hit me. It was the same brand of beer that he had taken a photo of his dick next to. My eyes widened.

“No…thanks.” I said, quickly turning away from him.

“No bother,” he said, turning back. “More for you and me, bro.”

The guys clinked their cans together and started talking about the game. I was a little shell shocked, the can looked much bigger in person. As I began recalling the picture, I felt my face going red and decided to bail to the bedroom. I snuck off and hid there for the rest of the night. I was still pissed at Alex, but I didn’t want to turn bright red in front of him, so hiding was the best option. I didn’t think I could look at him without the beer can in my head. Eventually, Alex left and Mark joined me in bed. We chatted a little before falling asleep to a movie.

A couple of days later, I decided I needed to talk to somebody about everything. I messaged Kayla, asking if we could meet the next day, to chat. She agreed, and we arranged to meet at our favourite bar. I knew she would be mind-blown that Paige had cheated on her boyfriend. Paige just never seemed the type, but I guess you never can truly know someone.

The next day, after work, I started getting ready to go out. I was a little nervous about meeting Kayla. I was worried that she would blow up, tell Paige’s boyfriend, and our friends group would be ruined. Kayla was usually pretty level-headed, so I think I was just being paranoid. I just didn’t want to lose my friends. Mark offered to drop me off on his way to his parents’ house and I told him I would be ready to leave in about an hour. As I was putting on my make up, Kayla messaged me. She told me she had a last minute emergency and she had to bail. I was a little annoyed, I had wanted to get this all off my chest, but I understood. She told me she would be free the day after, so we rescheduled. Mark left for his parents’ house and I decided to take my mind off things by drinking some wine and watching TV.

The next day, a few hours before I was due to meet Kayla, I was laying in bed just scrolling through Facebook. I’d spent the whole day just lazing around, while Mark was at work. I was preoccupied, thinking ahead to my conversation with Kayla. I was still nervous. As I wondered on the situation, Alex and the beer can popped into my head. Without consciously thinking about it, I logged into Only Fans and decided to have another look at the beer/cock comparison photo. Before I could begin scrolling to discover it, I noticed Alex had uploaded another video. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to have an innocent look. I could not fucking believe it. Like, it was so unreal that I actually asked myself if I was asleep.

The video was of Alex and a blonde girl, screaming her head off, as she rode up and down on his dick. I’ve known Kayla since I was a teenager, I didn’t need to see a tattoo to recognise her. It was her. I jumped up in bed, unable to accept that this reality was actually happening. I played the video again, and again, and again. How could the bitch do this? Why the fuck did she do this? She had a boyfriend and had been with him for almost a decade. This couldn’t be happening. Then it clicked, she had bailed on me the day before to go and see Alex.

“No fucking way.” I said to myself, in disbelief.

How could one of my best friends have done this to me? As I started pacing the room in anger, I remembered I was meant to be meeting her, that evening.

“Nope. No. Not doing it.” I said to myself.

I started messaging her straight away, telling her she was a cunt and a bitch and a cheat and I hated her. Before I hit send, I realised I was way more angry than I should have been. I wasn’t quite sure why, and it made me pause for a second. I decided to wipe the text and begin fresh. I told her I was ill and couldn’t come out that evening. As I hit send, I remember thinking that she would probably just go and fuck Alex again. Unless he was busy fucking Paige!

I headed straight to the fridge and pulled out a full bottle of wine. I didn’t need a glass. I spent the rest of the evening raging to myself about how I couldn’t trust anyone. By the time I reached the bottom of the bottle, I was crying. I was just a mess. I felt angry for Paige and Kayla’s boyfriends. I felt betrayed by the girls, for lying to me. And I felt confused. Why was I so angry? Needless to say, I passed out before I could make any revelations.

In the morning, I lay in bed trying to find out what the hell I was gonna do. I couldn’t talk to Paige, couldn’t talk to Kayla, and I was too scared to talk to Becca, in case I found out she was fucking Alex, too. And I really didn’t feel comfortable talking with Mark about his best friend. Besides, by the time he would get back from work, he would be tired and probably wouldn’t handle it well, any way. I kept thinking it over all morning, but I was just going through the same emotions, in a loop.

In the end, I just distracted myself again by watching some movies. It didn’t really help much, and eventually I got bored. It must have been late afternoon when I found myself back on Alex’s Only Fans. I don’t even know why I went on it, everything had made me so mad. The longer I scrolled through everything, the less agitated I became. I realised what was happening, when I found myself staring at a picture of his cock. When I came out of my trance, I couldn’t even remember how long I’d been staring. My hand had somehow made its way between my legs. It started slow, just gently massaging myself through my panties. The more pictures I looked at, though, the hornier I became. It got to the point where the panties were just an obstacle, so I slipped them off.

I needed more. Videos were next. I found one I liked, where he stroked himself until he came. I watched it on repeat, my fingers rubbing faster with each viewing. The experience just organically became more and more intense. I moved on to videos of him fucking other women. I couldn’t believe the sounds they were making. If it was just one girl making that noise, maybe she could be faking it. But every single girl sounded like she was screaming for her life. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to take his dick. Would I scream like they did?

The further I delved into the pleasure, the hotter this all became. Eventually, I was watching the video of Paige getting fucked. All my anger had fallen away. I was just loving watching my friend, my taken friend, being ravaged by Alex. It was so animalistic. I was rubbing my clit passionately, wishing I had him between my legs. I started watching the video of Kayla getting fucked. Somehow, it was even hotter. It was as if she had no control over her screams, over the primal noises coming out of her mouth. I was moaning as I played, but it was nothing like this. I decided to watch a different video, of him with another random girl. Once again, she was seemingly lost in the pleasure. I wanted to be lost.

As I felt myself pushing towards an orgasm, the bedroom door suddenly swung open. Mark stood in the doorway, clearly stunned by the vision in front of him. I let out a small scream, quickly closed my phone, and pulled the covers over me. I felt like a deer in the headlights. He’d caught me masturbating to his best friend. I really felt like I had been caught cheating.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I said, completely flustered.

Mark laughed.

“Babe, why are you saying sorry? I don’t care if you watch porn.” He said with a smile. “This is an awesome surprise to come home to, actually.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked.

He knew I watched porn, occasionally, but he’d never seen me playing and watching it.

“No. Maybe you should finish what you started, though?” He said, leaning against the door frame.

I hesitated for a moment, but I had been so close to orgasm that I was desperate to finish. I removed the covers and slid my hand back between my legs.

“Carry on watching.” Mark said, grinning.

I barely hesitated. I grabbed the phone, opened it, and resumed the video. As I continued pleasuring myself, I suddenly panicked that Alex might speak in the video and Mark would find out what I was doing. But that wondered translated into a naughty feeling. It was exciting that I didn’t know what would happen and if I’d get caught. I watched Alex ploughing some girl and quickly felt my orgasm returning. Everything was so heightened, now, with Mark watching me but not knowing how bad I was being. I started screaming, as a powerful orgasm rippled through me. It was a great little session.

As I recovered, Mark said he was gonna grab a shower and left the room. I closed my phone again and lay still, staring into the ceiling. This was bad. I finally realised why I had been so angry with the girls, I was jealous. They’d fucked Alex and I hadn’t. This was very bad. I was trying to fight the thoughts, but they wouldn’t go away. I was crazy jealous. I heard the shower turn on, and wondered of Mark. I reminded myself that I loved him, and of course I wasn’t ever gonna hurt him. These were just stupid, horny thoughts I was having. I could control myself, unlike Kayla and Paige.

Continued in part 2…

Check for Part 2, I couldn’t upload over 40,000 characters at once.

NSFW: yes

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