Erudition

“You have a lot of channels.”

“That's what I'm saying.”

“In other news–”

“So have a good on–”

“No, Diego, he was just a stupid fling–”

“Jesus, it just keeps going.”

“Alright, I’m fired up–”

“Here we have the Australian brown snake–”

“And away we go–”

“You know you don’t have to go through all of them.”

“Have you?”

“Have I what?”

“And a one, two, three–”

“So next up, you'll be doing some–”

“Check this out, yo–”

“Went through all of them.”

“Didn't bother to, there's too many. Now can you please pick what we’re gonna watch?”

“Give me a sec, this is fun.”

“Oh boy, it's a me–”

“I did not hit her, it’s not true–”

“Fuck yes, baby!”

Your eyebrows shoot up, your fingers pause, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the room.

“Aeri, why do you have porn in your TV channels?”

“Must've come with the channel package.” Her nonchalance about the whole thing is astonishing, really. Like watching a girl get her ass fucked being broadcasted to late night viewers of whoever the fuck channel provider she's subscribe to is a normal occurrence for her. 

“Right.” The disbelief is thick in your voice, extremely skeptical that Aeri of all people doesn’t know about it.

“Hey, I’m just finding out about this now. I never go this far out,” she says, making your turn just as she nudges your shoulder with her feet. Gives you a full view of her ass in those shorts that are criminally tiny, slowly moving up to the pink tube top that looked way too tight on her, to the immaculate features of Uchinaga Aeri, fiery red hair propped up by an arm, looking like she’s enjoying what’s being played on the television.

You could very well frame it all as another wonder of the world; a very dangerous one at that. And to think you get to see this every week for movie nights.

It’s sort of routine, this relationship you have with Aeri. The only free time she has after wasting away the mornings sleeping and the evenings working and slash or partying depending on the day spent with the one person she can call a best friend.

An odd way of putting things, you know. But when has it ever been normal around her?

“Though–” She turns to look at you, the smirk on her face further reinforcing that fact. “Do I need to be worried that you stopped browsing?”

“I thought you said it didn’t matter what I chose?” you snark, a grin playing around your lips as you lean back and watch. Wasn’t exactly how you were planning to spend your night with Aeri this time around, but you’re not complaining.

You can hear Aeri roll her eyes at you, this playful scoff she’s let out making you shake your head. “We are not watching porn.”

“You said you didn’t wanna watch an action movie–” You shrug your shoulders. “–And this isn’t an action movie.”

“Oh come on,” she whines—laughs, really, but you weren’t focusing on that—before propping herself up and gesturing to the table in front of you both. “I can’t eat pizza, drink diet coke, and watch porn. I mean, who the hell does that?”

“Look at them go though,” you comment, fully focused on watching the debauchery in front of you. Watching the luscious spectacle of having a woman’s ass reamed by cock ever so slowly, letting her get used to the intrusion in her ass, the soft cushion of her ass pressing down against the guy’s groin—

“Are you even listening to me?” 

“Yeah, yeah, just–” You inhale. “Mesmerized.”

Aeri laughs. “You act like this is your first time seeing anal.”

Because it was. It was never really something you were into, or bothered to look up. You were happy enough to explore the realm of sex when the opportunity to get laid arose, or watch whatever it was that caught your eye in hopes of getting yourself off when the need came.

And, sure, you and Aeri have fooled around before, fucked on occasion for a multitude of reasons—getting back at her ex, getting back at your ex, or just plain old sex for the fun of it—but the thought of fucking Aeri’s ass?

You’re almost blown away at how stupid you must be for how the idea has never once crossed your mind.

She doesn’t bother waiting for a response, only going on about how the girl is clearly paid to do this. “Like, mad cash for ass,” she reiterates. “I bet you she doesn’t even like this.”

That gets your attention. “You’re awfully knowledgeable,” you say, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Please.” The sass in her voice is undeniable, and you just know you’re in for a treat now when she starts to–

”You know how many times I’ve had to fake my orgasm so that they can get off quicker? It is stupidly high, I’ll tell you–” You nod along, pondering if she’s ever done that with you. You’re quite surprised she’s telling you this at all, as this can be regarded as forbidden knowledge to some. “–And if I really like the guy, I’ll go along with their weird ass kinks. Whatever the fuck those could be. I mean who knows, I might enjoy it.”

She sighs, propping a leg up to rest her chin on. “So it’s kinda not hard to think she’s doing this for the moolah, cause not everyone likes a cock up their ass.”

Does Aeri like it though? Another stray idea comes to your mind, but you file it away alongside her other bombs she’s decided to drop. 

“I bet the guy does.” It’s a factual statement, something the both of you can agree on. Your hand lazily extends toward her, the remote  dangling on your fingers. “Here, you choose what we’re gonna watch.”

“Finally.” She gladly takes it off your hands. Points it towards the TV, gives it a few clicks, watch the screen turn block for a moment before—

“Aeri, what the fuck am I looking at right now?”