Eyes Closed, Horny Thoughts

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Zoey lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The pillow wall between her and Abby did little to calm her racing thoughts. She could hear Abby's soft breathing and knew she was asleep.

At least we don’t have to pretend. We can just be… Abby and Zoey.

Zoey couldn’t help but feel her cheeks heat up as she replayed those words. Her mind wandered back to the way he looked at her.

No playfulness.

No teasing.

Just honest and raw.

And that was enough to make her stomach flutter.

Zoey shifted under the covers, pressing her legs together. That flutter in her stomach sank lower, pooling warm and restless, refusing to be ignored.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it away. This was ridiculous. Embarrassing. Inappropriate. Abby was literally right there next to her, separated by nothing but pillows and bad decisions.

But nope. Her body really said, ‘Fuck logic. Fuck timing. Fuck proximity. Fuck dignity. We are hot, horny and bothered, and we are making it your problem.’

She turned onto her side, biting down on her lip as she exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. The ache only sharpened—soft, insistent, familiar in a way that made her chest tighten.

Zoey lay there for a long moment, listening to Abby’s even breathing, heart thudding a little too loud in her ears.

Just to calm down, she told herself. Just to sleep.

The thought barely finished forming before her hand slipped beneath the covers.

Fuck it.

As soon as her fingers slipped inside her shorts, Zoey let out a quiet moan. She was already wet, her body craving release. She spread her legs slightly, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub in slow circles. In her mind, it was Abby's fingers touching her there.

Zoey bit her lip hard to keep quiet as she touched herself, moving her hips against her hand and making sure she didn’t make too much noise. The risk of getting caught turned her on even more.

She was probably going to hell for this, but at this point, she didn’t care. She already got denied an orgasm the first time.

Zoey was getting close now, her quiet moans barely audible even to her own ears. She was so turned on thinking about Abby that she knew she was going to come soon. Her fingers moved faster under the covers, her breath coming in short pants.

Abby… his name slipped out of her lips, as she gripped the pillow.

"Zo?"

Abby's sleepy voice cut through the quiet room like a knife. Zoey froze, her hand still buried inside her shorts. She couldn't believe Abby had woken up. She pulled her hand out slowly.

"Yeah?" She answered, trying to sound normal.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine," Zoey replied quickly, her face burning with embarrassment and unsated desire. She was anything but okay—she was horny as hell thinking about her best friend while touching herself just feet away from where Abby slept. “Why? What’s up?”

“I heard you say my name, so I thought something was wrong.”

If there was a moment she wanted the ground to swallow her all the way to the earth’s crust, that was it.

"Just... having trouble sleeping," she lied smoothly. Too smoothly, maybe?

"Are you sure it's just that?"

Of course, it’s not just that! I'm horny as fuck, and I want to come all over my hand while thinking about YOU!

"Yeah, just having an off night, I guess."

"I see..." Abby's voice carried a hint of suspicion that made Zoey's stomach flutter. She could feel Abby's gaze through the darkness, like he was trying to see right through the pillow wall separating them. Zoey shifted uncomfortably under the covers, still feeling the ache between her legs.

"I heard you moaning," Abby said.

Can I just evaporate?

Zoey's face immediately flared red. She had been so careful, or at least she thought she had. "Oh, that... I, uh," she stammered, trying to come up with an excuse. But Abby cut her off with a soft chuckle. "It's not a crime to masturbate."

"I know," Zoey replied quickly, relieved that Abby seemed more amused than weirded out. "I guess I must have been stressed." She laughed nervously.

"Do you need help?" He asked

Zoey nearly choked on her own spit at Abby's casual offer. Was he seriously asking if she needed help masturbating? She wasn’t sure whether he was just messing with her or completely unbothered by the idea of just finding out that his best was masturbating right next to him.

But then again, he used to do OnlyFans. So, it’s probably nothing weird for him.

"I'm serious," Abby said, his voice low and calm. "I know it's a weird offer, but... we're best friends, right? If you need help with something like that, I'm here for you." He paused, then added, "Just say the word."

The silence hung heavy in the air. The tension between them grew thicker and thicker. This was happening. Abby was genuinely offering, with no ulterior motives or expectations.

"Zoey?" He prompted softly after a moment.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then tell me what you need," Abby whispered into the darkness. "If it's just a stress release you're after, I can help with that. No strings attached," he shifted slightly closer to the pillow wall dividing them, his voice dropping even lower.

"Won't it affect our friendship?"

"Honestly? No, I don't think so," Abby said thoughtfully. "I mean, we're talking about mutual masturbation here, not full-on sex. It's just... physical relief."

Zoey bit her lip. "Okay..."