Bros With Benefits

"You know you got nothing on these, bro." RD encourages your hand to land palm-flat on her firm abs.

After so many years of being secretly turned on by coincidental glances at her tummy, you're finally openly gazing right at it with nothing in the way, touching it with your nervous hands trying their darnedest not to tremble.

RD holds your wrist as though you're afraid to fully feel in acceptance how much stronger she is than you. That strong body RD has being so close in proximity to you is making you feel things you would usually tell yourself you're not supposed to be feeling. RD sighs slightly, but mainly out of pride.

Your hand is in the danger zone feeling that toned tummy of hers rising and falling to your friendly touch. Hoping to inspire you to sculpt yourself into shape just like RD.

Another major attraction of this exposed display, the beginning of the curve of her feminine hips entices you.

RD proudly flares her nostrils as her barely neck-length hair gently drapes over her jawline. She lets you humbly graze your hand along the ripples of her abs, slightly sucking them inward as her cautiously excited voice speaks to you. "Been working on these a lot..."

She's trying to keep this feeling like she's letting you probe your hand all over her muscular success, getting you all jealous of her, friend to friend. There's nothing wrong with one best friend bragging to another. Though, the slowness of your hand might be telling a different story, with one finger almost noticeably lingering over her bellybutton at one point. And... you're not sure if she noticed that.

Seeing her midriff completely bare and up close to you is getting to you in ways you can't keep out. The forbidden excitement just feels too right to have your barriers withstand against. You two are best friends, best friends get up close and personal all the time... maybe even like this. At least in your case.

Your mind keeps trying to re-trace itself back to all of the cool moments you and RD spent together, like the jukebox, and the video games with her prized corvette named Supercell. Things like that. Your best friend has amazing taste, and she really knows how to outrun you when you two jog through the neighborhood together as she encourages you to get into shape like her.

That didn't even need to be mentioned for your mind to realize that you had to re-trace your thoughts at all, indicating that this need is only further proof that you not only feel... attraction towards your best friend... but your said best friend is leaning into it.

"C'mon, bro. Admit you're jealous." RD is sure to keep the context definitely about that, showing off with an intentional flex of her upper arm.

You don't know how much longer you can have the strength to resist those... strong muscles. No wonder it'd be easy for her to wrestle you into submission if she pleases. Your core strength has already been compared to hers; there's no contest, you can't compete.

All you can really do is... admire...

"Dude, say it." She gets a slight blush after you spent a little bit of time letting your hand speak instead of your words.

It's starting to rear its head: the reality of what's actually going on between you two that won't be addressed so soon. Your best friend RD doesn't want this to get awkward. So she wants your voice to confirm that this is all just... a bro moment. You both are just bros who like the same music and the same video games, and she's taking you under her wing to help whip you into shape.

All of the history you have together thus far has solidified your platonic relationship as best friends who used to be sworn enemies, having learned to hang around one another more often, and tolerate the other's nonsense whenever it comes bubbling up. Taking... this kind of turn?

Hell, maybe you and RD have the same interest in her other friends... you both pretty much know why she took those creep shots of them on her phone. The excuses could pile up forever, but the truth won't change. RD... at very least... has a kinky side that seems okay with your hand on her firm tummy for this long.

You realize she's still waiting for you to say the words that'll take care of this implication hanging in the air between you two. The tension gets thicker, your breathing gets a little shakier and more audible again, this time from a different reason your hearts are speeding up.

They're speeding up for eachother...

Is it okay to... feel this way about your best friend?

...When did you two get close enough to be practically breathing in eachother's breaths like this?

RD's eyes are a mixture of worry that you haven't spoken yet and... something contradicting that...

Does she know how erect you are in your pants as much as you do?

"I'm... really fuckin' jealous, bro." You quietly blurt with your voice drenched in what you can't admit is arousal.

The nearly silent sigh of relief the two of you share sends a signal of agreement that you and her were feeling the same way from this encounter. But now it's okay, you said it was about you being jealous now. You're just jealous of your best friend.

You two can go play video games together later tonight after working out, being cool and tough together, chilling and vibing and... and...

You felt vindicated enough to embarrassedly go back to faintly stroking along her cute bellybutton. But only for a split second. She doesn't seem to notice... or mind...

But you both seem to give off the vibe that this may be dangerous for your platonic friendship... you two are supposed to be best friends, a couple of bros hanging out and getting strong together. You're afraid of nudging yourself down that slippery slope, but what you're reluctant to internally acknowledge is... why is it a slippery slope to begin with?

Something special has finally just been formally introduced between you and your best friend. The top of the slippery slope has already been reached.

And as you continue to press your fingers onto the stiff, unyielding muscle of RD's pack of firm abs through her soft smooth skin, while feeling so excited for yet inferior to her young virile body sitting right up against you... you're once again reminded of an undeniable fact: Girls can be strong and handsome too~

And even through all of this something else you're feeling, a twinge of jealousy can't help but poke its head out to greet you when you survey RD's delectable abs.

"You uh... wanna do push-ups now?" RD keeps her shy gulp silent as she tries to steer things into a 'cooler' direction again.

The heat in RD's bedroom feels like it went up, but you nod your head with your hands longing to go back to what they were just doing. There's this invisible... thing that feels like it's connecting you and RD as she stands up.

"I guess you don't need me to tell you can can do more push-ups than you too, yeah?"

"No need to rub it in."

"Well maybe it's good if I rub it in. Motivation is motivation, bro." She half-talks about the little episode with you feeling up her abs a minute or two ago as well to sort of validate how long it lasted.

There was a certain point in that where it stopped being just motivation, but you can't tell what point that would be.

You're just watching RD get into position to do push-ups right in front of you, admiring the shape of her body as she planks herself with her curves still unable to stop her feminine curves from standing out to you.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5..." RD proceeds to show you how it's done.

Your mind is just slipping back into all kinds of thoughts about her, watching her body be parallel to the floor like that facing down in front of you. Having just felt such an enticing spot of her body, hands right up against her bare skin, opened a door that can't be closed back up.

You shuffle around at the foot of her bed as her attempt to take things back to where there were originally meant to go continues.

But something can't be undone now, and what's really coming next can only be postponed for so long; it needs to happen now, and both of you know it.

RD's shoulders and triceps put in a lot of work to get her closer and closer to 50 push-ups, the latter visibly flexing and looking like they'd feel nice to run your hands along as well. You feel this multi-layered admiration for RD's physical structure while watching her muscles actively at work before you.

The mere display of her before you is awakening so much inside of you. So much of something indeed.

But you already know she's doing it no play upon your apprehension to do some push-ups after she's done.

"You know, it's getting late. You wanna just go for a run now before all the stores and stuff close up? I'll bring a few bucks so we can get some gatorade together so you don't collapse into yourself and die." RD stopped at either 47 or 49, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed.

You feel a smirk react to her words before you realize it's on not only her face but your face too. "Maybe just get enough for one for yourself."

RD widens her eyes let out a little glow. "Ooh, is that you challenging yourself, bro?"

"Maybe it is." You heighten your tone in hopes she'll be proud of you.

An automatic instinct within you commanded you to play her game and appeal to all of the things she's been telling you. Seeing how much she has to offer really put you into a thirst of some kind, and it isn't for gatorade.

"I wanna see how long I can go without something to drink. Can't do that if I change my mind and cave in." You shrug coolly.

RD grins wider and firmly pats you on the shoulder. "I knew you had that fire in you. In fact, I'm not even gonna make you do any push-ups."

"But next time, you will. Right?"

"Yeah, but we'll see if you can prove yourself on your feet first."

RD caught your eyes wandering down, giving her a reminder of that vibe neither of you want to address that you both just felt very very closely. It's already clear to her that you've been glancing at her body... her tight, fit body, wearing nothing but her sports bra and spandex shorts to decorate her well-shaped features with.

Maybe she keeps her hair so short as a way to not have as much in the way of her form she's so proud of and you're so taken aback by. Because the view of her smooth rippled lower back touting a slight layer of glistening sweat as she faces away crouching down to get something just cannot be ignored to save your life. The way her hair looks so uneven above her strong shoulders adds to the ensemble for some reason... is it because it indicates that RD maybe cuts her own hair too?

Seeing that she's not the type to blow money on makeup and all that, it wouldn't surprise you if she was the same way when it came to blowing money on going to the hairdresser.

Another step to the side gives you a view of RD's glutes without the corner of her bed in the way. The day she sits in your lap would be the greatest day in your life up to that point. And as she turns back to face you, a certain part of you must have been physically expressing desire for that fantasy.

RD's eyes happened to wander down too as your mind was lost somewhere else.

"We're already sweaty, so might as well just get this over with and... yeah." She takes her mind off of something she noticed. "If you don't die on the way back over here, you can use the shower first... or I can... if you want..."

As RD trails off, you feel as though she's responding to something about you rather than you yourself.

You've been eyeing her sports bra this whole time, noticing the sight of those hard bumps showing through but distracted from RD's eyes catching wind of something similar. Even through the front of your pants, something's happening that RD took note of before you registered what was going on in your preoccupied mind that's still trapped in the gutter like a cluster of wet leaves.

All of those plans to go on a run together are currently up in the air as your libido begins to strongly magnetize closer towards what just happened between you two. It's already too late to undo what happened, too late to un-feel what you've felt.

"O-oh..." You finally register the powerful tension in the front of your underwear and pants.

RD already saw it; she's been seeing it for the past couple of minutes now, trying not to think about it in the wake of you having your hands on her bare midriff.

It feels like it's trying to burst out through your clothing... and looks like it is too.

"Hey, it's fine." RD steps closer to you, unable to help you use the morning wood excuse at this time of night. "I won't get mad at you."

Back at that other party you hadn't been invited to, RD's friends would have been whispering to eachother by now, and planning a way to ask you to leave. And RD's wearing less on her body than they were wearing on theirs.

Even though there's less clothing covering up what RD has going on, she ignores her urge to cover herself up when she puts two and two together regarding your hardness she can clearly see going on in there. Her eyes already tell you that she has no plans to make you leave, or even plans to leave with you at this point.

This time, the two of you start to silently suggest that maybe you can stay in here together for a while. While wanting to avoid talking about the actual things you want to do together.

Those firm bumps being made by RD's nipples just underneath that sports bra she's wearing become more obvious within the next minute of you two just standing there in this minute. RD quickly follows your gaze and realizes, but still doesn't seem to mind wearing so little right in front of her best friend. She understands.

Understands so much that she grabs your wrists after you started to cup your hands over your beckoning crotch she couldn't help but look at again.

"Bro don't sweat it." RD's voice drops to a more welcoming tone than her challenging demeanor. "It's just us here."

What got started is desperately trying to continue as immediately as it can, and both you and RD and clinging to your idea that you're best friends who happen to...

"I'm a perv too, remember? It's fine as long as it's just us in here." RD blurts before thinking about it, but still isn't opposed to what she said after it's too late.

"Well I..."

"You got a boner, dude. It's okay, it's not a big deal." RD puts an arm around you and pats your shoulder. "You're a guy, I'm a girl... it happens. It's fine if we're best friends, a boner's not the end of the world. We're already too close to care, right?"

"Yeah but..." You fumble at first but decide to just see where this goes. "Sorry I was looking at your..."

"I'm okay with it." RD quickly responds. "Don't worry about that, I understand how you feel. It's okay since you're not like, lying about it or anything."

"Okay..." You sheepishly nod.

"Actually, I forgot we still gotta move to those now." RD looks back over at the dumbbells on her bedroom floor. "Let's just both stay here, okay?"

"Alright."

You find yourself sitting at the foot of RD's bed as she fetches a couple of dumbbells to work out her biceps with (and probably shop them off to you again as well).

RD knows full well that this is equally her doing as it was yours. And more and more of her gets an un-ignorable urge to push things further on her own by the minute.

"Here." RD plants herself next to you and puts your arm around her for you, letting your hand find its way back to her abs.

Your fingers and palm instantly press themselves back onto the firm ripply surface of RD's toned tummy they missed so much in those several minutes that felt like forever.

"It's fine that you like my body. It'll motivate you to work on yours." RD begins to try to rationalize why she's doing this when she's about to work out her arms this time.

Both of your hands are exploring RD's core muscularity before you realized what you were doing. Her hot fit body gently pushes against your touch with each of her enchanted breaths as your run your hands along her skin in ways that are clearly more than just curiously feeling her muscles.

The dumbbells are set aside on the cushiony surface of the bed, not likely about to be picked back up within the next 20 minutes.

RD doesn't question why you aren't feeling her arms, and you don't question why she isn't even touching the dumbbells now. There was an initial intention to do something with them, but your hands slithering up her rippled back to her firm shoulders made her forget.

Her scent is right up against you along with her body as she intentionally bumps her hip into you.

RD's hands willfully guide your hands all along her body as she merely welcomes you deeper into this sleepover with her. You can't help but oblige with this intimate gesture.

It definitely isn't just jealousy you're feeling when you're examining RD's tight fit form with lingering hands that are still humble enough to limit their exploration.

Jealousy would have come back like this after the two of you started doing push-ups.

That moment when your breath was mingling with hers in the shrinking space between your faces returns, and the two of you find it harder to pull away as her eyes aren't as shy to meet yours when you both figure this whole... thing... out together.

RD's breath is about as hot as yours, and you're just waiting for it to start sounding shaky as the close proximity between you two comes to a head and makes you shake with excitement for one another.

RD, despite all of the evidence staring her in the face that this is a little bit more than just an innocent moment between best friends talking about fitness and whatnot, says something to keep up the illusion that all is nothing more than platonic between you two.

"Watch how much stronger I am than you bro." The usual rasp in RD's voice is softer than usual.

RD begins with playfully shoving at you out of a confused but welcoming excitement. Your touch must have left some kind of charge inside of her that’s spinning her gears and riling her up.

The fact that her sports bra and spandex shorts don’t cover much over all won’t change how much she’s heating up all over.

Your hands kept up this charade a little more when your fingers graze along the toned ripples of RD’s triceps you just saw in action. And they’re just as firm as you imagined they’d be.

Both of you figured that it would have less suggestive undertones when you did this, but now that your touch has graced her smooth skin as she purposely flexes her upper arms for you, you both discover that the heat of this moment has already spread too far to not be felt in every last bit of physical contact you make together.

"Guess we can't do much about these, huh?" RD peers down at her own chest, where her damp sports bra fails to hide how perky and stiff her nipples have become underneath. "No, no, no it's okay, bro. Go ahead and look." She shoves you again, prompting you to maybe shove her back as if you were both younger again and getting into a physical pushing match.

You push at RD lightly, eyes nervously locked onto how much she's poking through her sports bra for you, afraid to do much since you're in territory that would have been extremely unacceptable at that other party.

"C'mon, don't be a pussy, bro." RD continues to glance at your clear erection strongly stretching the front of your pants as she shoves you a lot harder than you shove her. "Scared you're gonna lose instantly?"

"Y-yeah..."

Welp, she literally invited you to do this. But it doesn't take long to find out why... because as soon as you try to push her back onto the bed, RD's expression turns predatory and all those muscles you just spent some time admiring are all set on being used against you.

A few flailing arms and kicking legs later and you're backed up against the wall on the side of the bed pencils and stuff would fall into the cramped unknown from.

That breathing RD has been doing right in front of your face quickened its pace, and her eyes are alight with a strong want that could pin you down all on its own if it chose to.

Your physically superior best friend lets your hands clasp her strong bare shoulders that tense against your fingers. RD can definitely feel your rigid erection very closely interacting with her noticeably meaty thigh, and the feeling of which makes you involuntarily twitch against her with an unintentional message that this contact is something you like a lot more than just a little bit.

"Give up?" RD taunt you, pinning you down to the bed after you voluntarily fall back onto her pillow in defeat.

She smiles wider in response to your careful nod.

"C'mon, bro. You gotta try to do something."

"What am I supposed to do against all... this?" You go back to running your amazed hands all up and down the noticeably built bumps and valleys of RD's modestly muscular arms.

An accidental moan escapes RD as her appreciation for your admiration of her body paints a deep blush onto her face.

"Sorry if I-mmph!" You instantly forget what you were about to probably get tongue twisted saying anyway.

RD couldn't hold herself back. The two of you were SUPPOSED to be lifting some dumbbells right now, or running laps around the neighborhood by now.

That's not what you're doing... things suddenly took a certain turn.

You're not sure if RD stole your first kiss away from being with someone else, or gave away her first kiss to you, or both.

But the soft collision of her lips with yours paralyzes you like a rattlesnake's venom seeping into a mouse. And that venom tastes like RD's saliva after this kiss deepens just a little bit more.

Now your breathing is closer than ever, tips of your noses brushing up against one another as your faces lean into one another.

RD lets out another soft moan in response to what she just did to you, before she finally releases you.

"..."

There's no going back, is there?