"I didn't know you were coming over today, come on in."
"Sorry for the sudden drop in Mikey, but I need your help."
"What with?" He says, turning off the TV.
"Um, it's kinda awkward."
"I'm your best friend Y/N, just say it."
"Actually, that's what makes it awkward."
"I promise that I will still be your best friend, no matter what you say. Shoot."
"Okay well, here's the thing, I've been going out with this guy for a few weeks and uh, we're meeting up tonight and I think he'll want to take it to the next level."
Michael frowns. "What does this have to do with me?" He says flatly.
"Well, I know you've had some experience and I'm a virgin," His eyes widen. "Yes, Michael, I am a virgin but that's not the point. I was wondering if you could teach me how to, uh, you know, how to do the thing."
"The thing? What thing?" He teases, raising an eyebrow.
"You know what I'm talking about." I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks, this is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. More embarrassing than when I tripped over my own feet in the middle of a busy restaurant, crashing into a waiter and several customers in the process and believe me, that was embarrassing.
"Just help me Mikey, please?"
"I don't see how I can help you with this."
"Just teach me." I whisper.
"You do realize that you just asked your best friend to teach you how to have sex."
"You're right, and it was stupid of me to even think of it. I'm sorry. I'll just leave." I stand up and walk over to the door.
"I didn't mean it like that Y/N, I'll help you okay?"
"You will?" You mutter, turning around to come face to face with Michael.
"So, uh, where do we start?" You question, the butterflies in your stomach feeling more like horses. He leads you to his bedroom, situating himself on the bed.
"Usually you start off by kissing." He states, leaning into your face. "You know how to kiss, don't you?" You nod your head awkwardly and he smiles. "Than kiss me."
You lean closer into him, your noses bumping together in the process. You shyly press your lips to his, allowing him to take control. You start moving your lips against his, your tongue brushing against his bottom lip. "Just like that baby." He mutters, groaning slightly. "Now stick your tongue in my mouth."
You do as he says, your tongue exploring every inch of his mouth, your tongues rubbing against each other every once in a while. "Okay, now move your hips against me. Build up the tension." He says through kisses.
"Like this?" You question, grinding your crotch against his, feeling his little friend get significantly harder.
"Mmm yes, just like that. You're doing great."
"What do I do now?"
"Take off your shirt. Do it slowly, like you're putting on a show."
You pull away from Michael for a few moments, leaving him seated on the edge of his bed. Your hands fly to the hem of your shirt, tugging up the fabric ever so slightly so that some of your skin was visible. You pull the shirt up slowly, just like Michael said. "Now take it off."
You toss your shirt across the room, exposing your bra clad torso to your best friend. He gently palms himself through his tight jeans, his shirt long gone. Without waiting for further instruction, you unclasp your bra, allowing it fall to the floor.
