Feel Good Filth (A collection of erotic stories)

Emma's POV "Are you a virgin?" That's the question that Brandon, my best friend of all my life, blurts out in the middle of our peaceful game Saturday. The question shocks me, much so that I lose control of my character on screen. The automated voice announces "game over" as my character is shot to death. "Huh?!" I exclaim, whipping my head around to face him, angry at both the question and the fact that I lost. "The f**k do you mean?!" He sets his controller down and turns to me. "I didn't mean...what I meant was..." "Look, I know you have zero game, but at least have some respect when you're with me." "That's not what I meant and you know it." I huff, rolling my eyes. "Why though?" "I have a date tomorrow." Okay, that surprises me. "A date? With one of your quantum Physics textbooks?" He gives me a "really" look. Brandon is a nerd. Simply put. He's been class topper since we were kids. It makes sense that he's on his way to become an astrophysicist, he already has an internship at NASA secured. He's smart, crazy smart. But also so dumb sometimes. Must be all those heavy duty textbooks. He turns to me, adjusting the slender glasses that sit on his nose bridge. His honey colored eyes behind them are pleading. "Come on Emma, you have to help me out! I don't even know what to do!" "It's the first date, dummy. You're not supposed to have s*x on the first date." "Why not?" He asks, his head tilted to the left in the way he does when he's confused. It makes him look like a puppy. A stupid puppy. See what I said? Dumb. "Because it doesn't signal a good point." I sigh, getting to my feet. "Have you never dated...oh right. You haven't. Sorry," I can't help the snicker that comes out of me. "You're a hopeless virgin," Brandon sighs and gets to his feet. "Haha very funny. But I'm serious, I need your help. Just tell me what girls like and don't like, I really don't want to mess this date up." I try to ignore the jealousy rising in my belly at the tone of his voice. Who is this girl and why does she have my best friend so whipped? I need to meet her, for research purposes only. "Alright fine! First thing you're going to do is to be respectful. Do I need to teach you this?" He gives me another look. "I feel like you're mocking me." "Yes I am." I reply, laughing. "I can't believe it. I mean...what is it about you that got you a date? Did she lose a bet? Is she being held at gunpoint?" I'm testing him at this point. Brandon is hot. He looks like the perfect example of a greek god, one you'd see carved from finest marble in an art museum. With his soft brown curls and even softer brown eyes, and that thing he does when he pushes his glasses up his nose while engrossed in his textbooks...I'd be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. But best friends don't think that way of best friends. This is the same boy that saw every phase of my life, including that weird goth phase I had at ten. Embarrassing. Sighing softly, I shake my head. Now it comes down to it...what do I even teach him? "Can I kiss her?" "I guess...if she's up for it that's fine." "Can you teach me?" My heart skips a beat. I sum it up to my surprise at his question and nothing more. "W-what?!" "Come on Emma! You're clearly the one with more experience between us!" "Yeah, and stop saying it like I've slept with the entire town okay?" And the only reason is because I tried to forget him. How well that worked out. "I'm sorry, I really am sorry. But you agreed to help," He moves closer to me, grabbing my hand. "Teach me how to kiss, please?" I open my mouth but no words come out. f**k! Those eyes...he really does look like a puppy. I feel heat creeping up to my cheeks. Huh?! Why am I blushing?! Maybe it's because he's so close that I can smell the fresh scent on him? Or that I can see how soft and pink his lips look up close? Or is it the way his brows are slanted, begging me for my help? I clear my throat, pulling my hand back. "O-okay fine! I'll teach you. Sit down first." He obeys. Immediately. Damn, now I'm even more jealous of that girl. Huh? Me, jealous? Since when? I'm not jealous of a faceless girl! "I'm seated, now what?" Brandon asks, looking up at me with expectant eyes. "I'm going to sit in your lap to demonstrate. Is that okay?" "Why are you asking?" "Because consent is important, dummy. You can't go off touching people without their approval." "You don't need my approval to touch me." "Well then imagine I'm your date! Will you say that to her?" "No," "Exactly." "No one else will have that right. No one else but you," he says. My heart screeches to a stop. Okay, I think I'm blushing. What the hell is even going on?! "Stop saying goofy things like that," I mumble, lowering myself into his lap. "What do I do with my hands?" "Touch me. You can hold my hips or my waist, anywhere is fine." "Is that okay?" "Ah, you're learning. Yes, Bran, it's okay." He smiles, a soft smile that shows one cute dimple. Cute dimple? Since when did I think his dimple was cute? Fuck this. I have to round this up so I can get back to the game. I have a lot of things to do today. It's my Saturday off, I should be sleeping. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I lean forward slightly. "When kissing a girl, make sure to begin slow. Don't rush all the way in like a barbarian," "You're just looking for excuses to insult me," "You are correct sir!" He rolls his eyes. Somehow that makes me smile, and I try not to think about the way my stomach flutters. "You lean in, and hold the side of her face, like this," I demonstrate, leaning in till his breath fans my face, my palm cupped around his cheek. "Eye contact before you kiss her is crucial," his glasses quickly fog up and I carefully take them off and set them to the side. "Your eyes are beautiful," He murmurs, "there's green in them, and a little bit of gold," His remark catches me off guard. I blink, too stunned to formulate a reply. "Are compliments like that okay?" Oh...he's imagining I'm her. Okay, that's good. That's safe. And I'm totally not jealous at all. I nod. "Yeah, girls love compliments. But don't lay it on too thick or it can feel suffocating. Honest compliments only," "Like..." He raises a hand to my face, leaning in closer to me. "I like the sound of your voice, were you a singer in your past life?" "I will kick you." He chuckles, a deep sound that shoots to the space between my legs. "I'm sorry," "Think of her, what can you say to her?" He glances to the bottom left, as he does when he's brainstorming. After a few tense seconds, he meets my eyes. "Well?" I ask. "All I can think about is you, Emma." And my heart did not just flutter. "You're not supposed to think about me, silly. Think about her." His hand on my face moves to my hair, his fingertips smoothing over my scalp. "I'm sorry, I'll try. Just give me a minute..." "Alright fine. Let's go with the...singer one. I'm sure when you see her tomorrow, all the compliments will come bursting at the seams and—" I don't finish my sentence. Under me, something stirs in the crotch of his jeans. I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes widening. "Bran..." "Hmm?" He's calm, like nothing happened. "What's wrong?" What's wrong?! You're f*****g hard and you're asking me what's wrong? He doesn't know? Or wait, is he thinking about that girl and not me? Yeah, that has to be it. "Are you shy?" He asks, his voice teasing. "f**k you! You wish!" He laughs, ducking his head, his soft curls tickling my chin. I can smell his shampoo, the tropical vanilla one I got for him as a gift two years ago. It was a prank gift, giving him girly shampoo. But he used it. And now I'm finding out he still uses the same brand. My heart does a weird little something. And my cunt follows suit. "Back to our lessons," I announce, trying to ignore everything. "Pay attention to what I do with my lips, okay?" "Okay." I close the space between us, press my eyes together and kiss him. He jolts, his hand on my hip tightens, and in the back of his throat he makes a sound that goes "mmm" I feel the sparks too, stemming from the point our lips connect, shooting down my body and making me tingle. The kiss is soft and sweet, as a first kiss should be. A mere press of lips together rather than anything else. His hand in my hair fists, pulling me closer to him. At the same time he leans back into the couch, legs spread, allowing me more room to sit. Also more room to feel his hardness pressing into my thigh. I lean back, scanning his face. A soft pink hue dusts his cheeks, the tips of his ears turning red. The sight is so cute I can't help but chuckle. "Adorable." "You think?" He breaths, sounding wrecked from just one kiss. "We should stop here," I say and begin lifting myself off his lap. Before I know it, he's grabbed my arm, yanked me down, and thrown himself over me. "Brandon!" I yelp, caught off guard by his suddenly frantic actions. "You haven't taught me everything yet, Emma." "For a first date, you're plenty equipped." I place my hands over his chest to push him off. Instead I pause, marvelling at the firm muscles under his shirt resisting my push. He's ripped?? Under all this?! Oh my God. "Besides, that was hardly a kiss." He says, taking a hold of both my hands and throwing them over my head, pinning them into the couch. "Teach me properly, Emma. You don't want me to mess my date up, do you?"