Chapter 2: First Morning Use

At 7:05 a.m. pale morning light filtered through the half-open blinds of Jake’s bedroom, casting faint stripes across the rumpled sheets. He lay on his back, eyes closed, pretending sleep even as every nerve hummed awake. His heart slammed against his ribs so loudly he was sure she could hear it from the doorway.

Mia stood there for ten full seconds, letting him drink her in. The hoodie she’d claimed as hers hung open at the collar, revealing the soft inner curve of one full breast and the shadowed valley between. Nothing underneath. Her long dark hair tumbled messy over one shoulder, and the hem barely skimmed the tops of her plush thighs. She looked like sin wrapped in morning innocence—nervous, bold, already glistening with anticipation.

Jake’s morning erection strained the thin sheet, tenting it obviously. He kept his breathing even, but inside his mind raced: She’s really doing this. My best friend is standing in my room half-naked and the rules are real.

Mia’s bare feet padded forward. The mattress dipped as she climbed on all fours, the hoodie riding up to bare the round swell of her ass. She straddled his chest first, letting the heat of her bare pussy press against the sheet right over his sternum. The warmth sank through the fabric like a brand. Then, slowly, deliberately, she dragged the sheet downward with one finger until his cock sprang free, thick and flushed, pulsing in the cool air.

Her soft hand wrapped around him—exploratory, almost reverent. She stroked once from base to tip, thumb circling the head to spread the bead of precum already leaking there. Jake’s hips twitched involuntarily. Her touch was velvet fire.

God, she’s soaked already, Mia thought, feeling her own slickness coat her inner thighs as she pumped him with slow, twisting strokes. I’ve never been this wet just from walking down a hallway. Her pulse thundered between her legs. She watched his face, the way his jaw tightened, the flutter of his lashes even though he still pretended to sleep.