MidReal Story
Seductive Secrets: Friends with Benefits
Scenario: Friends with benefits. It should have naughty dialogues and dirty pickup lines
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“Come on, let’s dance!”
Alex says, taking my hand and pulling me along.
I let him lead me to the tiny dance floor in the corner of the bar.
As soon as we step onto it, the music changes into some old school beat.
“Ugh, I hate this song!”
I say, trying to get away from him, but he pulls me closer.
“Why do you always do this?
You know I hate this song and you still force me to dance.”
He smiles at me with his signature charming smile.
“Because I can.
And because you secretly love it.”
I snort but end up dancing with him anyway, because he’s right—I can never resist his charm.
I’ve been in love with Alex since we were kids and he always teases me about my nonexistent love life.
He says I’m too picky and I’ll never find someone who will put up with my shit.
And he’s probably right.
But he also says that I should stop being so choosy and let him set me up, even though I keep telling him that I don’t need a man to be happy.
And he always replies with something like, “But I thought you wanted a real man between your legs, not a piece of plastic?
Let me set you up with a friend of mine.”
I always blush at his dirty pick up lines, even though he’s been using them on me since we were in high school.
I know I sound like a hypocrite, but Alex can get away with anything.
And besides, he has a girlfriend.
Sarah Parker is a sweet girl that I’ve known for years.
She’s also one of my best friends and even though she’s a great girl, I still can’t help but feel jealous every time Alex mentions her.
But then again, he probably doesn’t even realize what he does to me.
We’ve been friends since we were kids and he’s used to teasing me all the time.
It’s just that he’s so damn hot that it makes me want to jump his bones every time I see him naked.
That’s why I avoid him when Sarah is around or just tell him to put some clothes on.
But right now, we’re at the bar and I’m drunk so I don’t really care about anything other than having fun.
It’s only when we’re alone that he can make me forget about all my problems with his charm and dirty pick up lines that make me blush.
When the song changes again, I get lost in the dance, moving my body against his as if we’re the only two people in the room.
The lights are dim and I can barely see him, but it doesn’t matter because I’m used to his touch.
His big hands are on my waist and I can feel his breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
I’ve always felt this connection between us, even though I know we can never be more than friends.
But then I hear him whisper in my ear, “You’re driving me crazy, Em.
How the fuck do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you dance like that?”
There are other people on the dance floor, but they’re too far away to hear us.
So when I look into his eyes and see the same passion that I feel inside of me, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we crossed the line.
Even though I know it can never happen, I need him to tell me what I want to hear.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says, leaning in so close that I can feel the heat of his body against mine.
He’s no longer whispering in my ear, which makes me wonder if he’s really saying these things or if it’s just the alcohol talking.
But then his hands move up my body and when they find their way to my breasts, I can barely breathe because the heat in my body is starting to burn.
There are other people on the dance floor, but all I can think about is his touch and how much I want him inside of me right now.
So when he slides his hands under my shirt and starts playing with my nipples, I don’t even care about anything other than the fact that we’re alone and nobody will know what we’re doing.
The music is so loud and everybody is so drunk that they won’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late.
And even though I know this is wrong, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we were together in a world where Sarah doesn’t exist.
His lips are on my neck and I’m about to give in when I hear him say Sarah’s name.
My eyes fly open and when I look at him, he has an apologetic look on his face.
“Please don’t stop,”he says, pulling me closer so he won’t have to look into my eyes.
I know he wants me and there are so many things I could say right now, but instead, I just shake my head and pull away from him.
“Let’s get out of here before we do something we’ll regret,” I say, grabbing his hand and leading him off the dance floor before he can say anything else.
We walk through the crowd until we reach the exit and once we step outside, I take a deep breath before turning around to face him.
“I’m sorry,”he says, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes that make me want to forget about everything and just give in to him.
“Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,”I say, even though a part of me is a little bit pissed off that he’d do something like that to me.
“I just don’t want things to get weird between us,”he says, reaching out to take my hand in his.
“Tonight was amazing and I don’t want to ruin it by taking things too far.”“We’re fine,”I say with a small smile.
“But we should probably go home before you do something you’ll regret.”
“Or before you do something you’ll regret,”he says with a mischievous grin.
And then he’s pulling me back inside the bar and leading me to the dance floor where we start dancing again like nothing has happened.
Except this time, we’re not as close as before and when he asks if it’s because I don’t want him to touch me anymore, I can feel my cheeks turning red because I have no idea how to answer that question.
“You’re not mad at me for what happened back there, are you?”he asks, his voice so smooth and sexy that it makes my body burn with wanton desire.
“Of course not,”I say with a small smile to let him know that it’s all good.
“I thought you’d be happy about it,”he says with a chuckle, making me wish I wasn’t such an idiot for letting him turn me on like this in front of everybody we know.
“My skirt is way too long for you to be able to touch my ass like that.”
“It’s not that long,”he says with a sly smile that makes my heart start beating faster in my chest.
“Besides, if you really wanted me to touch your ass, you should have worn something shorter.”
“So you’re saying it’s my fault that you were trying to make out with me on the dance floor?”
“Not at all,”he says with a smirk that makes me think he knows what effect his touch has on me.
“I was just trying to help you cool off.” And then he pulls me closer so our bodies are touching again and his hands are on my waist as he starts moving his hips against mine like a pro.
I should probably stop him before he makes me do something we’ll both regret.
But I can’t stop thinking about how good it feels to be in his arms right now and I don’t think I have the strength to say no to him.
So when he leans down to whisper in my ear, I don’t even try to pretend that it doesn’t turn me on.
“You know we could go somewhere more private if you’d like,”he says with a sly smile that makes me wonder where he’s going with this.
“Are you saying we should go back to my place?”
I ask with a nervous smile that makes him chuckle.
“Not exactly,”he says as he leans down to capture my lips with his.
“I was thinking we could go to the bathroom and see where things go from there,”he says before pulling away from me to look into my eyes.
“And why on earth would I want to do that?”
I ask, even though I already know the answer and a part of me is tempted to say yes right now because I can’t remember the last time I felt this turned on.
“Because you want me to,”he says with a sly smile before taking my hand in his and leading me to the bathroom where he pulls me inside without anybody noticing what we’re doing.
I can’t believe he’s really doing this right now.
But it’s too late for me to say no to him now and when he locks the door behind us and pulls me into his arms once more, I realize that there is no way I can stop him from touching me now.
I look around the room and wonder if anybody heard us coming in here.
But when he pulls me closer so our bodies are touching again and his lips are on mine once more, I don’t care about anything else but the way he makes me feel when he touches me like this.
And when he pulls away from me to look into my eyes with a sly smile that makes me think we’re not going home tonight, I don’t try to pretend that he doesn’t turn me on.
“Is this really what you want?”
I ask with a seductive smile that makes him kiss my lips again before I can even finish the sentence.
“I’m not sure,”he says as he pulls away from me to look into my eyes with a sly smile that makes me think he knows exactly what he’s doing right now.
“Are you saying you don’t want this right now?”
“Of course not,”I say before pulling him back into my arms and kissing him again because I can’t get enough of him and the way he turns me on like nobody else ever has before.
“Then we should probably shut up and get naked,”he says with a sly smile before pulling away from me so he can take off his shirt and let me see his bare chest for the first time tonight.
I arch an eyebrow at him and try not to look like I’m ogling him as I check out his perfect abs and muscular chest that I’ve never seen before without a shirt on.
“Do you always come prepared?”
I ask before I look down at the condom wrapper in his hand and wonder how many of these he brought with him tonight.
“Better safe than sorry,”he says as he leans in closer so he can kiss my lips again and make me feel like I’m on fire, even though we haven’t even touched each other yet.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I ask because I’m not used to doing this kind of thing and I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet, but I know I can’t wait for him to touch me like this anymore.
“Are you saying you don’t want this?”
He asks as he looks down at my skirt and gives it a tug as he moves his hand up my back and gets it stuck in my hair while he does it.
“Is your skirt stuck?”
He asks with a seductive smile that makes me think he knows exactly what he’s doing right now, and I don’t try to pretend that I’m not turned on by it.
“It’s just a little too long,”I say before looking down at the short leather skirt that I’ve been pulling down all night and wondering if he can see it underneath the hemline of my dress.
“Maybe we should take it off,”he suggests because he knows that I can’t resist a dare like that when he gives one to me.
“Are you saying you want me to take off my skirt?”
I ask with a sly smile that makes him laugh and pull me closer so our bodies are touching while we speak in hushed tones that are completely unnecessary because nobody can hear us over the music anyway.
“Is that going to be a problem for you?”
He asks as he looks down at my legs and bites his lip while he thinks about how much he wants them wrapped around him right now.
“I guess we’ll find out,”I say before I take his hand and lead him to the far end of the bar where we won’t be able to see our friends looking for us when they come inside to get another drink, but they can still hear the music and know that we’re not going anywhere for a while.
“I think you’re going to have to prove it,”I say as I press my lips against his again and pull him through the door to the bathroom so nobody else will see us when we finally get naked together for the first time all night.
“Now, where were we?”
He asks before he pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips so I can’t remember my name again, let alone anything else that I was going to ask him when I finally got him alone like this for the first time all night.
I walk backwards toward a stall while I pull his shirt off over his head, and when I get close to it I push him against the door so I can start to unbutton his jeans and let them fall to the floor so I can see what he looks like without them on.
