Speaker 1: Hello, my lovelies, I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to my
Erotic Whispers, the podcast that brings you amazing and hot
stories about sex, stories where the woman always gets what
she wants, from romantic sex to a gang bang. This
podcast is about sexual pleasure. This week's episode is about
that unique tension between two people who have known each
other a long time as best friends. Two best friends
that didn't realize that there was a key piece of
the relationship that they both didn't realize was always there,
pure raw desire. This week's episode is narrated by the
wonderful Alyssa and the just as wonderful Josh. And please
note this podcast is intended for adult listeners. I look
out the bay window at the steadily falling snow. A
thick white blanket covers everything. This is not looking good.
I'm in a six person cabin in Wyoming with my
best friend Josh. We are to meet four other college
friends for a reunion weekend to celebrate turning thirty. Josh
and I arrived tonight early, both of us just beating
out the incoming snowstorm on our flight from Chicago.
Speaker 2: It's January in Wyoming with a ski resort a five
minute drive away, and you think falling snow is not good?
Speaker 1: Josh walks over and looks out the window. Laura, you
have an odd sense of good and bad. What time
is it four? It's four in the afternoon on the
friday of our big party weekend. How many of our
classmates have updated us with news that they are actually
on a plane heading here? That would be zero So
you see, my sadly optimistic friend, I'm saying, this is
not looking good because we are looking at a weekend
where our reunion will not be a reunion at all.
Speaker 2: So do you think they'll catch flights tomorrow?
Speaker 1: At the risk of repeating myself, let me repeat myself,
this is not looking good. I look at Josh was
nodding his head.
Speaker 2: Well, at least you and I can get some skiing in.
Speaker 1: Two hours later, the storm has gotten worse and the
ski resort has closed. The local town has given up
on clearing the roads, and for all intents and purposes,
Josh and I are trapped in the cabin. I may
as well make the most of things, So I am
cork a bottle of red wine and sit by a
raging fire. I have to admit that with the proper perspective,
things are actually quite nice. The fireplace is huge and
crackling with a bright, beautiful flame. The bay window looks
over a gorgeous view of the valley. The cabin itself
is rustic but well furnished. We have food and drink
and all the comforts we could dream of for a
long weekend. So while the snow has ruined any chance
of a fun party, it has left Josh and I
with a cozy fire, a stunning view, and a relaxing environment.
Josh watches as I fill in another glass of wine.
Speaker 2: You know, I figured you'd have to get drunk before
making a move on Gil, but not just to hang
out and.
Speaker 1: Talk with me, He smiles innocently. Is my company that bad?
First of all, wine God's name? Do you think I
would make a move on Gil? And secondly, you're the
one drinking hard liquor. Maybe you need to be drunk
to even look at me. I turn away. Actually I'm offended.
Speaker 2: This is a screwdriver. It's hard alcohol in the same
way that air supplies classic rock.
Speaker 1: You do realize that you just insulted yourself, right? I
look back at Josh and His offended look is priceless.
Speaker 2: Did I mention Gil?
Speaker 1: I throw a plastic coastered him?
Speaker 2: Nice?
Speaker 1: Tried changing the subject from your girly drink. Actually, you
have successfully changed the subject, because now I'm pissed about
you virtually hooking me up with Gil. Josh holds up
a finger. Hold that thought.
Speaker 2: With that full bottle of wine next to you, you're
better armed for this conversation than I am.
Speaker 1: He runs off and returns with the bottle of vodka,
which he pours into his glass as he sits across
from me. He holds it up to gurly drinks. It's
Drake vodka. Nice, I sip my wine.
Speaker 2: So let's be honest here. You were dating that loser
all through college. What's his name?
Speaker 1: You mean your roommate Chuck?
Speaker 2: Yeah, that guy anyway, so you're dating the asshole and
yet everyone, and I mean everyone knew you had the
hots for Gil. But and here's the real tragedy. Gil
is dating Martha, but he also had the hots for you.
Speaker 1: I don't even know what to say. As Josh slams
back a long drink of vodka, he lowers the glass
and looks me right in the eye.
Speaker 2: So you're single, he's now single. He had the hots
for you, you had the hots for him. It's a
long weekend, isolated Kevin, unrequited love, he smirks. I think
we all know what was going to happen.
Speaker 1: I know that Josh is just teasing me, and I
can't be mad about that. But I am Matt because
he's right. I'd been through three straight bad relationships, and
I have been single for a year now. I kind
of liked the idea of once again getting naked with
a guy, and I'd fantasized about Gil more times than
I can count. The truth is that I did kind
of want to hook up with him that weekend. The
entire conversation is making me feel intensely lonely, but I
don't want Josh to know that, as he teased me mercilessly,
and I couldn't deal with my best friend making light
in my loneliness, so I play it off. I lost
interest in Gil ages ago, Josh, I take another drink
of my wine. Besides, he's not going to make it,
so I guess I'm stuck with you.
Speaker 2: So you do want to have sex with him?
Speaker 1: How the hell do you get that from?
Speaker 3: What?
Speaker 1: I just said. I reached out to kick him, but
he's too far and I end up looking like I'm
having a seizure or something.
Speaker 3: You said you're stuck with me, that that means you
are hoping to be with him. Whatever, dude, I'm annoyed
and don't reply. When Josh starts the teasing again, he
asks a few questions just to make conversation, but I
ignore him. I don't want to talk about relationships. I
don't want to talk about Gil. I'm simply lonely and sad.
All my friends can't come to to the storm and
have nothing to do but talk with the one guy
that I already talked to constantly. Fine, Josh stands.
Speaker 2: Up, be all Moby.
Speaker 1: He walks toward his room, a one third empty bottled
back in one hand and a glass in the other. Now,
I'm sad that I upset my best friend. I love Josh.
He's helped me through lost jobs, bad boyfriends, and been
a rock for my entire adult life. I usually enjoy
his teasing, and the fact that I'm acting differently toward
him annoys me. It's not you, it's me. Could not
be more accurate. What is it about me? I stand
up and walk over to the large window, wine glass
in hand. The snow is falling, and as the sun sets,
the diffused light and pure white make for a magical scene.
It's in that diffused light that I noticed the steam
coming from the right. Holy shit, there's a heated jacuzzie.
I walk over to the door and look around. In
a cabinet nearby are large, fluffy, terry towels. I don't
have a bathing suit, but with how fucked up the
weakened has become, I don't care. My best friend is
mad at me, my other friends aren't even around, and
I'm lonely. Fuck it, I'm getting in. I stripped down
on my panties and bra grab the wine bottle in
my glass, and unlatch the door. When I open it,
I realize that I may have made a huge mistake.
First of all, it's absolutely freezing outside, like so cold
your breath turns into ice crystals cold. Second of all,
I need to walk through snow in my bare feet,
and last of all, I need to actually lift the
cover off the jacuzzi, and it's covered in snow too.
I consider bailing, but I have staked so much joy
in the damned jacuzzi that I can't stop, so I
lightly run across the deck, put my wine and a
pile of snow within reach of the water, and lift
the cover. By the time I slide in, my teeth
are chattering, I can't feel my feet, and I'm violently
shivering from the cold. I pretty much assume the shock
of moving from the cold to the hot water will
kill me, but by this point I don't care. The
water's very hot but feels amazing. As I lower myself
down to the ledge to acts as a seat, I
reach over, grab the wine bottle and fill my glass.
I take a long drink, sit down my glass, and
then close my eyes. The jets are strong and I
can feel him pulsing against my butt, my legs, my
arms in the side of my rib cage. I close
my eyes and lean my head back, enjoying the utter
relaxation of the hot water in the cold air.
Speaker 2: You know I was worried about you.
Speaker 1: My eyes start open and I scramble to cover my
chest with my arm. Josh is standing next to the jacuzzie.
He looks pissed. Jesus, Josh, she scared me.
Speaker 2: Scared you. I came to apologize for being a jerk.
And I look everywhere and I can't find you. By
the way, just in case you didn't know, someone looking
in this struction from the window cannot see your head
above the edge of the Jacuzie.
Speaker 1: Josh folds his arm across his chest as he shivers.
Speaker 2: So, I'm scared that you ran off for some reason.
I'm wondering if it was my fault that I say
you off. And the snow is still falling, and there's
no please to come help, and I don't know what
to do.
Speaker 1: His teeth start to chatter so hard he can't even talk.
He clenches his teeth, gets things under control, and adds,
and here you are. He doesn't sound bitter. Actually, he
sounds relieved, and that makes me confused. I want to apologize,
but he's happy. I want to tell him that I'm sorry,
but he's the one who's teasing me. It's at that
point that I realize I'm really drunk, so I do
the only thing that makes sense in my confused stake.
I invite him in. Well, don't just stand there. You
found the gold at the end of the rainbow. Come
on in at dead Common. He smiles.
Speaker 2: You're the gold at the end of the rainbow.
Speaker 1: Okay, maybe not so kind an understanding. I'd be offended
by the question, but I'm more offended that you used
the word bone as a verb. Who does that?
Speaker 2: Fine? Who did you want to fuck?
Speaker 1: Jesus? Josh boundaries As I say that, my voice is
a tone of being offended, but I'm actually kind of thrilled.
For some reason, I'm excited that Josh is talking about sex.
Maybe it's because I haven't had sex in so long.
Maybe it's because I'm drunk. But despite my words, I
kind of want to answer.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry, Laura. I guess I'm just reminiscing about Collagen
doing it in my own special drunk ass way.
Speaker 1: No, it's okay. I mean I'm curious who you are
hot for Back then too, you dated Riley for a bit,
but she was totally not right for you. Josh laughs.
Speaker 2: He could have told me at the time.
Speaker 1: I did.
Speaker 2: Oh yeah.
Speaker 1: Josh looks around into his gaze lance to my right.
He stands up, and I can't help but see his
penis totally visible through his wet briefs. To my shock,
he takes a step and moves toward me. He leans down,
and I watched the hot water drip down his abs.
He has abs, mice abs. Why did I never realize
it gets such a nice body. I'm getting nervous and
I'm about to tell Josh to back off. When he
steps back, the bottle of wine is in his hand.
He sits down and takes a long drink from the bottle.
He notices I'm staring at him.
Speaker 2: You already have a full glass, and I have this
feeling I need to get more drunk.
Speaker 1: I nod, not able to get the view of his
cock out of my mind. Wait, penis not cock? God,
I'm drunk anyway, His penis definitely filled his briefs enough
to imply bigger and better things. And that leads me
to wondering how big his cock is? What am I doing?
Keep it clinical? His penis? You're interested in how big
his penis is? My trunk and interior monologue makes me giggle.
I'm totally failing at keeping my thoughts of Josh's cock clinical.
Speaker 2: Well, what's so funny?
Speaker 1: He's smiling and I can tell he can't wait to
get let in on the joke. The fact he wants
in on the joke about me pondering his cock size
makes my giggles move into actual laughs. I can't tell you,
Sure you can, we're best friends. He takes another swig
from the wine bottle. No, I can't. Rather than getting angry,
Josh looks thoughtful and runts his hand to his hair.
Speaker 2: Well, this is intriguing, something amusing that you won't share
with me. Maybe I need to bargain it out of you.
Speaker 1: Yeah, that's not going to happen. I take a long
drink from my glass.
Speaker 2: How about this. You asked me a question and I'll
answer truthfully. Then you can tell me what you were
laughing about.
Speaker 1: Oh, now, this is intriguing anything any sech. I wonder
what I would want to know about Josh that he
hadn't already shared with me. That's when it hits me.
It would be fun to know who his crushes were
in college. That way, I could tease him as much
as he teases me about Gil. Okay deal, I theatrically
rub my hands together. So the question is this, who
did you have the biggest crush on in college? Josh
gets a thoughtful look on his face, and that's when
I realized that I wasn't provocative enough. I need to
up my game to make Josh really squirm. Wait, let
me clarify the question. Josh looks at me but doesn't
say anything. Who did you want to fuck in college?
Who is that one girl that you badly wanted to
have sex with? Josh's face goes white, but he quickly recovers.
I love how my question embarrasses him, turn about his
fair play. As I wait for his answer, he lowers
his head and takes a breath.
Speaker 2: Can we do something else? Let's say I don't want
to answer that question. Could you ask me something else,
or maybe tell me to do something as a punishment
for not answering.
Speaker 1: Oh my god, you really don't want to answer that,
do you? He doesn't say anything. Well, an alternative question
would be interesting. But you brought up the idea of punishment.
And I dare say, my friend, that was probably a mistake.
I give him an evil grin. What you're kind of
talking about is truth or dare? And you'd like to
trade your truth for a dare? His face lights up.
Speaker 2: That's exactly it. Give me a dare?
Speaker 1: I shake my head. How sad is this alone in
a hot tub in the middle of a snowstorm, and
we're playing truth or dare like high school kids. Josh shrugs.
Speaker 2: We did play uno.
Speaker 1: No, sir, you're not getting out of this punishment of yours.
I wonder. I look around while I consider what would
be a good dare. I can't see much as it's
getting dark, but what I do see is snow everywhere. Okay,
you have to run over to the stow on that
lawn and roll around in it until it completely covers you.
Josh looks at the snow and then back at me.
It is so cold that the steam is billowing.
Speaker 2: Out of the water. I hate you.
Speaker 1: Yes, that's the answer I was hoping for. Shaking his head,
Josh pulls himself up and gets out of the jacuzzi.
I watch as he jogs over to the lawn in
that thick snow it must be about six inches deep
by now, with a suddenness that tells me he wants
to get it over with as fast as possible. Josh
kneels and then lays in the snow. He rolls over
a few times, and I laugh as he jumps up,
completely covered in melting snow and slush. He sprints back
to the hot water. With his arms folded across his chest.
Jumping up and down on his heels, he leaps into
the water, sending it flowing over the edges of the jacuzzi. Well,
you have definitely confirmed that cold causes shrinkage.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, I can't believe you went there.
Speaker 1: I've taken a drink from my wine. I'm good and buzzed. Okay,
I'm not buzzed. I'm completely drunk and teasing Josh is
one of my all time favorite things. I'm going to
get another bottle. You're drinking all mine, hey, response, Josh
takes another long drink. As I climb out, Josh says, well.
Speaker 2: It's also true what they say about cold air and
hard nibbles.
Speaker 1: I don't give him the satisfaction of a reply and
head into the cabin. I rush back out, and it's
fucking colder than before. I have a bottle on each hand.
I had the Voika bottle to Josh while I fill
my glass with wine.
Speaker 2: Just drink directly from the bottle, you know, cut out
the middleman.
Speaker 1: I shrug and take a long drink from the bottle.
Speaker 2: That's my girl.
Speaker 1: I settle into the water, closing my eyes and letting
the heat penetrate my skin. After my junk through the
frigid air, Josh kicks my leg with his foot. I
opened my eyes, your turn to answer my question. It
hits me that he asked me what I was laughing
about what I found amusing involved is penis? Wait, I
thought we turned this into truth or dare. I'm not
sure I want to experience what daar Josh could have
in mind, but I really don't want to explain how
I found it difficult to think of his cock in
clinical turns. And I know I can't lie to Josh either.
Speaker 2: Oh you're gonna go the dare route.
Speaker 1: He literally licks his lips. Fine, I was laughing over
how I could see your penis in your breeves, and
that it was difficult to think of something like that
clinically when hot water is dripping from the material. I
grabbed the bottle of wine and I'm sure I'm blushing. Wait,
why the fuck did I just answer that quest question
or something like that. I'd take a long drink of wine.
The bottle blocking my view of Josh, so I can't
see his inevitable sneer. I can't bring myself to lower
the bottle and look at Josh until I hear him
clear his throat.
Speaker 2: Okay, dare.
Speaker 1: I lower the bottle and look at Josh. He's staring
off into the distance. I guess he can see how
embarrassed I am and won't push the point of teasing
me over what I answered. He clearly doesn't want to
suffer the same fate. Smart man, so he offers up
a dare. He was kind to me, but almost fair
and truth are dare. So I consider how to make
him regret not asking for a truth. Take off your briefs.
He looks at me with his jaw dropped open. Come on,
you're underwater and I can't see anything. I wave my
wine bottle at him. Just take them off and spin
them on your finger or something. Shaking his head, I
watch his Josh lowers his hands into the water and
his body wiggles. A hand comes up with his wet briefs,
smiles as he spins them on his finger. Without any warning,
I jump forward, grab them and toss them off into
the snow about ten feet beyond the dracuzzie. His eyes
go wide and I can tell he's kind of mad.
Come on, that's funny. He conscies his teeth and then
goes calm, squinting his eyes. His voice was calm and
intense as he says truth or dare. Oh shit, I
totally forgot he could get me back. There's no way
in hell I'm going to open him up to a dare.
He probably make me take my bra off, and well,
I have no doubt it would end up in the
snow too, not too far from his briefs Truth, he smiles.
Speaker 2: Ever have sex with a girl?
Speaker 3: No?
Speaker 1: I lit my breath out. I didn't realize how nervous
I was. That question was easy. Josh looks disappointed, which
makes me smile. Truth or dare?
Speaker 2: Truth?
Speaker 1: He didn't hesitate. I'm guessing the underwear scenarios scared both
of us. He went with the in things, so I
stick to the theme. Ever have sex with a guy?
He pauses define have sex with Oh my god, how
did I not know you're bisexual? I'm utterly and completely shocked.
Speaker 2: I'm not.
Speaker 1: No, I'm confused. Okay, explain what kind of male male
action we're talking about.
Speaker 2: You're really making the most of this question, aren't you.
Speaker 1: I take a suite of wine. Stop stalling.
Speaker 2: I had a threesome with Jerry and Fiona our senior year.
It involved a certain position where we could not have
us interact.
Speaker 1: I know exactly what he's saying, and the image immediately
turns me on. Jerry was a swimmer, and Josh has
a nice body, and Fiona was kind of petite and cute.
The image of all three of them naked is hot.
Holy shit, you both depeted Fiona and your cock rubbed
against Jerry's. Josh looks pleased with himself as he answers,
I get the same. He's wanted to tell this story
for a long time, but was never short would be appropriate.
Truth or Dare while drunk is probably the only appropriate
vehicle to tell it. I can neither confirm nor deny
that this is the best game of truth Ordare in
the history of truth or Dare? Oh my god, did
you have the back door or the front door? I
can't help it. Part of me wants to really give
Josh all hard time over it, and part of me
is just enjoying the completely inappropriate topic. And by now
I'm completely wasted.
Speaker 2: Is that going to be your next question?
Speaker 1: Sure, let's do that. I'll owe you a question. I
think I spilled some wine as I waved the bottle around.
I was so excited just answer.
Speaker 2: I had the back door.
Speaker 1: Holy shit, Josh, you are like way dirtier than I
ever imagined.
Speaker 2: Well, you just haven't thought much about me that way.
Speaker 1: He's right, and the comment makes me wonder why not.
He's nerdy, hot, has a great body, which I guess
I always knew, and he's totally my best friend. Well,
the fact he's a good guy could have been a
part of it. I've had a really awful habit of
going for bad boys, the type that are sexy as
hell but end up leading to nothing but unhappiness. So
maybe it's me. Without even waiting, he.
Speaker 2: Asks, So, since we're on this topic, have you ever
had anal sex?
Speaker 1: The smooth, short tone of his voice as he asks
me about anal sex is so thoroughly unexpected that I
pause before answering. It's not that I mind the question.
I mean, I basically asked him the same thing. It's
that he's so confident as he asks it. I take
a deep breath in at just how I'm sitting in
the water. Sure, lots of times I start his face
hoping for shock, and his follow up makes me think
I've done it.
Speaker 2: Wow, so you must like it.
Speaker 1: It's fun. Every so often guys get all enthusiastic and
thankful when I say yes, it's kind of worth it
for that alone, to be honest. He shakes his head
and takes a sip of his vodka.
Speaker 2: Okay, next question, will.
Speaker 1: There, Bucky? You ask two questions?
Speaker 2: Oh, I didn't sure you did.
Speaker 1: You asked if I had the anal scepts, and then
you asked if I like it.
Speaker 2: That wasn't a question, it was a statement. I flip
him off my turn whatever truth.
Speaker 1: Before asking my question, I go to set the wine
bottle on the side of the jacuzzie, but it tilts
and I go to grab it. I barely catch it,
and as I get it all settled and turn back
to Josh, I realize I'm really drunk, like really drunk,
And as I see him looking at me, I realize
I'm kind of excited. The steam from the water in
the cold air has them covered with droplets of water,
and it trips from his hair in a way that's
incredibly cute. I think back to him and Fiona, and
a thought turns me on could Josh and I be
a couple? Maybe? Friends with occasional benefits? Are with that
ruin our friendship? My emotions are spinning as much as
my head, and in that drunken mix of emotion, lowered inhibition,
and poor judgment onnown for I decide to silly ask
Josh if such a thing would ever be possible. Of course,
subtlety means something else when you're drunk. So have you
ever fantasized about me? Josh's face falls, and I wonder
if I said something really bad and stupid, why couldn't
I just let things be? Did I really want to
ruin our friendship over the fact that I'm lonely, horny
and drunk. But as I'm beating myself up, Josh looks
me right in the eyes. Yes, His answer is simple,
direct and spoken without a hint of embarrassment.
Speaker 2: Have you ever fantasized about me?
Speaker 1: The truth is that I had a few times. I mean,
everybody fantasizes about their friends at least once when they're
alone in the shower in bed, so that's not exactly
a huge admission. And that comment makes me wonder if
Josh's admission was just the same thing, and suddenly I
want to know if he actually wants me or if
I was just a convenient face when he was jerking
off in the shower. Sure, I hope my nonchalant tone
lessens the tension. But Josh stares at me, and I
wish I could read his mind. He looks upset. Did
I not answer with enough enthusiasm? Did the fact that
I answered yes bother him? I'm a bit shaken as
Josh is focusing his attention on his vodka and not
looking at me at all. I just admitted I fantasized
about him. Okay, next question, I grab for the bottle
of wine to act as my anchor.
Speaker 2: No, I want to dare this time, he was.
Speaker 1: Looking down, and as he speaks, he lifts his head
up and looks me directly. The eyes, the intensity, the hunger,
the pure focus on me and them staggers me. I
don't know what's going on, but this isn't my buddy
Josh anymore. It's the Josh that is talking about anal
sex and threesomes and is literally naked in front of me.
I take a deep breath and realize I'm really aroused.
Charsh is fucking hot. I smile sweetly, hoping to bring
the tension somewhat back to normal. Still, he asks for
a dare, and I don't want to win bout that
will make him know that something is different, possibly even wrong. Okay, mister,
give me a dare. Go get me another bottle of wine.
Jars glances at my bottle that's barely half empty. I shrud,
Are my ears deceiving me? Is Josh really whimping out
over this dare a simple one of merely procuring a
bottle of wine? He gives me a quick stare and
then puts his hands on the edge of the jacuzzie
and lifts himself out of the water. Steam rises and
rivulets of hot water jerk down his body. His cock
and let me tell you, it is not a penis.
It is a cock is half erect. And I can't
help myself and stare. He lifts his legs and turns around,
pulling himself to his feet. I watch his wet ass
as he walked through the snow to the door to
the cabin. His ass is firm and muscular. But what
I really can't stop thinking about is his I can
picture everything about it the fact that he is mostly
shaved but has a small bit of cropped hair, that
it's nice and long and half erect. I can't stop
myself and drop my hands between my legs. I'm buzzing
and horny and wet. By now I realize something shocking.
I'm also totally committed to pushing things forward as much
as I can. I don't know if Josh Knight will
make a good couple, but something deep in my soul
tells me that we would, and the fact that I'm
now really hot for him makes it seem like all
the pieces have finally fallen into place. My only fear
is going too fast and scaring him, or pushing things
in a way that threatens our friendship. The fact that
he may not return my feelings doesn't even cross my mind.
I touch myself as I think of Josh naked and
pressed against me. I shudder as I pretend my fingers
are his. I can't help it laugh. Even if nothing
else happens between us, I'll be masturbating about this night
in the hot tubs for the rest of my life.
He's gone a long time, but eventually the door open
and slams closed. I make a point of not looking
as Josh hands me a full uncorked bottle and slides
into the water. I glance over, and before I can
say anything, he slides his whole body under. His feet
touched mine, and it's like an electric shock. His head emerges,
water sliding down his hair and face. Running his fingers
over his face, he smiles as he wipes the water away.
Speaker 2: It's fucking cold.
Speaker 1: I know, good thing we're not outside on the coldest
day of a year. I hold up the bottle, the haggs,
I take a long drink. I lower the bottle and
take a deep breath. I had decided to do something stupid. Okay,
I think fair is fair. I look him in the eyes.
Dare Josh doesn't even wait.
Speaker 2: Take off your underwear.
Speaker 1: I had a pretty good idea that was coming after
the brief situation. Okay, mister cold air makes your nipples hard,
I guess you want to show. I make like I'm
going to get out of the water and do a
strict tease, staring at Josh the whole time. His eyes
go wide. Psych I lwer my body down into the
waters to my chin, reaching around. I undo my bron
take it off. I then reach down and slip out
of my panties. I sit up just enough so that
Josh can't really see anything more than a bit of cleavage.
Speaker 2: Your appreciation for modesty is inspiring.
Speaker 1: I smile sweetly at him.
Speaker 2: Well, at least your appreciation for your own modesty.
Speaker 1: Okay, then let's make things even. I throw my pennies
and bron the snow near Josh's underwear.
Speaker 2: You know I could almost see your breasts rise out
of the water as you threw that.
Speaker 1: That's just sad. You do know there's plenty of free
porn on the internet. I wink, I can't believe, I
wink truth? Or dare I swear? He looks my body
up and down as if he can see through the water.
Dare hugh like playing with fire? Don't you that elicits
a smile. I try to think of something that will
come across as in it, but is really away for
me to see if I can push the possibility of
physical intimacy with Josh forward. Okay, we're acting like high
school freshmen, so I may as well embrace the concept.
I dare you to kiss me? I tap my cheek
and smile. Josh slowly slides across the water toward me,
and as he does, the anticipation is making me almost shake.
His knees touch mine and he leans forward. I turn
my head and expose my cheek, hoping that it will
be a slower step that doesn't frighten him off raising
his hand. Josh puts his hand against my cheek and
pushes my head around to face him. My eyes go
wide as he closes the gap and kisses me softly
on the lips. He holds his lips against mine. It
feels amazing. Then, with a suddenness that fills me with sadness,
he pulls away and slides back to his seat. I
stare at him, my whole body on fire and my
lip's buzzing. He doesn't say anything, but just stares at me.
He wanted to kiss me on the lips, and as
the realization hits me, I feel like my whole world
is rocked. I somehow missed it. How could I have
missed it? Josh wants me as bad as I want him.
Speaker 2: Truth or dare?
Speaker 1: His voice is calm, sexy, Dare. I see his chest
raise as he takes a deep breath.
Speaker 2: So we're going with high school hijinks. I nod, okay,
then I won't be as provocative as you were.
Speaker 1: He tilts his head, barely suppressing a smile.
Speaker 2: I dare you to give me a hug.
Speaker 1: In any normal game of truth or dare, such a
dare would be laughed at. But Josh and I are
both completely naked, and the sexual tension is thicker than
the steam rising off the water. I don't know where
things are going to go, but I was just invited
to press my naked body against Josh's. I glide through
the water. I feel Josh's knees spread apart as I
pull up between them. He leans forward and I press
my body against his, wrapping my arms around him. There
are so many feelings I can't even think. Josh's cheek
rusts against mine. His firm hands are pressed against my back,
pulling me into the hug. I return his hug, feeling
my hands against his upper back, and the muscles that
I never gave much thought to my chest is against his.
The skin against skin feels amazing, and of course I
feel his cock hard and pressing against my abdomen. I
want to pull myself up so that I can feel
it against my pussy. I need that.
Speaker 2: I dare you to touch me.
Speaker 1: I hear it, I feel it. I want to touch him.
But we are best friends first, and he made a mistake.
I can't not tease him about it, even as I
keep the passion flowing. It's not your urn.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry.
Speaker 1: He sounds alarmed, like he made some huge mistake in
a moment full of land mines. He attempts to pull back,
but I hold him tight and won't let him. There
are no land mights here my turn. I dare you
to touch me. I can't hear him, but I feel
the rumble of a laugh in his chest. I let go,
and he kisses me on the cheek as he pulls back.
Josh is staring in my eyes as he touches my
lips with a finger. I shudder, and he slides the
finger down my chin and lightly runs it from my
left breast to my right, making small circles around my nipples.
My breath catches with each stroke, his finger traces a
line down my abdomen. I'm on my knees in the jacuzzi,
and as his finger moves down, I spread my legs.
I feel a light touch against my clit, and then
he is running a single finger up and down the
lips of my pussy. His finger is a fuse leading
to an explosion of pleasure everywhere it touches. He's filling
me with heat and desire, running the tip of his
finger up and down just inside my pussy. Oh God,
keep doing that. He stops, and I look at him
full of alarm. Did I go too far? He's stroking me.
He can't possibly be having second thoughts. I'm half panicked.
His eyes are full of intensity.
Speaker 2: You can't tell me what to do. It's my turn.
Speaker 1: I nod without hesitation. His touch is amazing. Yes, truth
are dare. I cannot wait for his dare. I want
him to dare me, to suck his cock, to ride him,
to do anything he wants truth. And there's no smile,
no sense of him teasing me. There's just his gorgeous
blue eyes full of desire. He's my best friend. I
know him better than he knows himself, and he knows
me better than I know myself. I wanted a dare,
but his offer of truth is too perfect. He continues
to stroke my pussy, every so often, pressing against my clit.
I'm breathing heavily. But I know the answer. I want
the answer I need. Do you want to fuck me?
Speaker 2: Oh? Yes?
Speaker 1: For the first time, his voice sounds like he's losing control.
He says it with a sense of yearning so powerful
I feel it inside. I reach down and grab his cock.
Truth or Dare I run my fingers up and down
the shaft?
Speaker 2: Dare definitely?
Speaker 3: Dare.
Speaker 1: I let go of Josh's cock and stand up. His
eyes take in my body. He looks like a predator
ready to pounce. I lean forward and whisper in his ear.
I dare you to fuck me. I don't need to
say anything else. Josh is pure desire, and I'm sure
he sees the same thing in me. I turn around
and put my hands on the edge of the dracuzzie.
I lean forward and thrust my ass in his direction.
The water swirls around my hips and ass and tickles
my clip as I look over my shoulder, A water
sliding down Josh's body as he stands up as an
incredible turn on. His cock cannot be any harder as
it points nearly to the sky. He takes a couple
of steps, and I feel his left hand on my
hip and his right hand guide his cockle on my
thigh and into my pussy. The feel of his hardness
brushing against my skin and then pressed against my lips
drives me crazy. I push back with my hips and
Josh thrusts forward.
Speaker 2: You're so wet.
Speaker 1: I feel his hardness slide deep inside me. Oh, that
feels so good. He starts to thrust, and the pleasure
is almost overwhelming. Each thrust goes deep while the jetted
water is like a vibrator on my clit. His hands
are on my hips and he starts to thrust faster.
Speaker 2: You are so tight and wet. God, you feel so good.
Speaker 1: His right hand slides across my ass as he thrusts,
and I feel him run his thumb down the crack
of my ass. He doesn't even ask and pushes it
into my ass. The feeling of his thumb in my
ass while he's fucking my pussy is incredibly hot. I
clutch the edge of the jacuzie harder as I look
over my shoulder. I'm panting, so the words come out
in between gasps puffs of steam. You are so fucking dirty.
He twirls his thumb while it's deep inside my ass.
The crescendo of pleasure pushes my orgasm to the edge.
My best friend is fucking me while playing with my ass.
The whole thing is so fucking hot.
Speaker 2: Fuck Laura, I can't hold back. I'm coming.
Speaker 1: Josh sounds almost sad as he says it, but the
fact that he's coming is a huge turn on. You
better come, I dare you to come. As I say
the words, I feel my own orgasm hitting the point
of no return. Oh my god, Josh, don't stop. Fuck
me hard. I want to come with you inside me.
Josh starts to moan as I reach down and stroke
my clit a few times. That does it, and my
body tenses as the heat for my orgasm explodes.
Speaker 2: Oh yes, yes, heat.
Speaker 1: Yes, Josh yells out as I feel I'm thrust hard
inside me and hold it. My legs start to go
weak as I feel Josh's cock throb inside me. I
stumble a bit as my muscles relax, overwhelmed by the pleasure,
crash and waves across my body. Josh's cock slides out
a bit, but he grabs my hips and holds me steady.
He slowly slides out and then pushes in and repeats
the move a few times, as all I can do
is focus on the intense feelings. Finally, Josh pulls out
and I fall into the water and back to my
seat at the edge of the Chracuzie. I'm panting while
he's breeding, deep but hard. My breath is so hot
that white steam clouds my vision. I take Josh's hand,
pull it up and hold it against my heart.
Speaker 2: Chooser, dare truth? Are you free? Dell?
Speaker 1: I take a deep breath and think it's a fair question,
one that I would expect from a friend. He's thinking
of our future. No, in fact, I feel like we
need to make up for lost time. His face is.
Speaker 2: Glowing, so lots of sex.
Speaker 1: Lots and lots of sex and our friend. I lift
Josh's hand and kiss it. You'll always be my best friend.
Leaning over, Josh kisses me. I hear the words I
love you, And while we had said the words to
each other many times over the years, is time it
feels different. I'm glad. Thanks so much for listening to
my podcast. I'm Roxy Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are
brought to you by tenth Muse Studio.