November 13, 2025 • 41 mins
Thanksgiving just got hotter. Drew’s invented girlfriend, "Ava," is finally coming home for the holidays—only "Ava" is actually his best friend, Sophia, and she’s secretly been pining for him for years. This elaborate fake relationship is Sophia’s chance to live out her fantasies, but Drew is terrified of making it weird. As they navigate nosy family, a shared bed, and the undeniable pull between them, a confrontation erupts, forcing them to confront six months of lies and years of hidden desire. When the truth finally comes out in a steamy shower, they discover that pretending can sometimes lead to the most intense reality.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there.
Speaker 2 (00:00):
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Speaker 3 (00:26):
Hello, my lovelies, I'm Roxy Callahan and welcome to My
Erotic Whispers, the podcast where we celebrate all kinds of
relationships featuring women claiming their sexual joy, from one night
stands to long term couples to friends who realized that
friendship was missing one thing to bring them true happiness,
(00:47):
a sexual connection. This week's episode is about just that
Drew asks his longtime best friend Sophie to be his
fake girlfriend over Thanksgiving, and the words fig it till
You Make it come to mind. This week's episode is
narrated by Hannah and Alex. Please note, by the way
(01:09):
that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1 (01:14):
My thumb hover is over Sophia's name in my contacts.
My heart is doing a stupid frantic tap dance thing
against my ribs. Just call her. It's so she's the
only person in the world who won't immediately tell you you're
a complete sociopath. Well maybe I am a sociopath who
invents a girlfriend and then keeps her for six months.
(01:39):
I grown and hit the call button before I can
lose my nerve. She picks up on the second ring,
as always, Drew.
Speaker 4 (01:47):
You better be calling to tell me that you finally
quit that job so can start our eighties cover band.
Speaker 1 (01:52):
Her voice is a bright, familiar splash of Houston sunshine
in my quiet Dallas apartment. Hey so yeah, no, still
gainfully employed, which I would like to remind you is
something most people consider a good thing. Most people don't
have my vision. True, they also don't have your inheritance.
But I digress. Actually, this is weirdly also family related.
(02:16):
You know how I always complain about my grandmother and Thanksgiving.
I hear her cy hits a sound I know, well,
a mix of deep affection and profound exasperation reserved exclusively
for me.
Speaker 4 (02:32):
I'm sketching out a logo for a new client, half
listening to a true crime podcast when Drew's name flashes
on my screen, I smile and pick up, and as
soon as he mentions his grandmother and Thanksgiving in the
same sentence, I know exactly where this is going. Oh,
here we go, I think, muting the podcast. This is
the annual why are you still single? Drew? Panic? It's
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my favorite time of year. He's the most capable, put
together man I know, in every aspect of his life,
except when it comes to his family. With them, he's
a spineless people pleasing jellyfish. It's adorable, but in a pathetic,
high anxiety way. Let me guess. She's already got a
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list of her friend's granddaughter she wants you to meet.
Speaker 1 (03:20):
Worse, she's expecting me to bring my girlfriend.
Speaker 4 (03:24):
I freeze. You're what, Drew? You haven't dated anyone in
six months?
Speaker 1 (03:30):
I know I might have invented one.
Speaker 4 (03:35):
You invented one, Drew. That's next level sad even for you.
What's her name? Imaginary Irene?
Speaker 1 (03:43):
Oh, it's Ava. The second I say the name out
loud to her, I realize how insane I am. The
silence on the other end of the line is deafening.
Speaker 4 (03:54):
Ava.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
I can hear the suppressed laughter in her voice.
Speaker 4 (04:00):
He actually gave her a name Oh, this is so
much worse than I thought, Drew, what does Ava look like?
Please tell me she's a five to ten blonde model,
because debt is going to make this so much better?
Speaker 1 (04:15):
Shit? Why did she ask that? Uh No, she's I
don't know, normal, she's smart.
Speaker 4 (04:23):
Normal's smart. Won't cut it, buddy, your family's going to
meet her, right.
Speaker 1 (04:28):
There's a pause, and then she nails it. Of course,
Sophia nails it.
Speaker 4 (04:33):
That's what this painted call is about. What did you
tell them?
Speaker 1 (04:38):
Okay, I just just rip off the bandy. It's just
so she's seen me puke and a bowl of gulcamulli.
This is nothing. Look, I just said she's brilliant and
really funny, and that she lives in San Antonio.
Speaker 4 (04:55):
My pen stops moving. He described me, well, he swamped
out Houston for San Antonio. But come on, A sudden,
sharp flicker of something warm and unsettling zips through my chest.
I ignore it. He's just an idiot, a sweet, clueless
idiot who has literally just recast me in his own
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life sitcom. Wow, you're a creative genius, Drew, a true artist.
So what's this huge favor that I just know is coming?
Speaker 1 (05:27):
I need Ava to come to Thanksgiving for the week.
Speaker 4 (05:32):
A week I dropped my pen Drew, why don't you
just break up with her? It's cleaner, Dear grand Eva
and I had a tragic, amicable split. Please pass the stuffing.
Speaker 3 (05:45):
I can't.
Speaker 1 (05:47):
I already did that twice.
Speaker 4 (05:50):
I'm speechless. Wait, you broke up with an imaginary girlfriend twice.
It was a we're on a break thing. It's complicated thing. Look,
they think she's real, and Grant is dropping hints that
I might be gay and lying to cover it up.
At this point, I think you may actually be gay, Drew.
You know I can help you with that. I also
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really like sucking dicks. Shit? Did I just say that
to Drew? What the fuck was I thinking? I do
my best to recover. Look, just so you don't have
a girlfriend, is it really that hard?
Speaker 1 (06:24):
I can't disappoint her. She's been so suspicious, and what
if she dies soon? She's old. I need to make
her happy.
Speaker 4 (06:34):
I really really want to tell True that he's being
really and truly insane. But he's been my best friend
since sophomore year, and when he's his pathetic and sad,
I can't help but do my best to help him. Okay,
so I've been your girlfriend for how long? Again?
Speaker 1 (06:51):
Six months?
Speaker 4 (06:53):
I applied your commitment, Drew, if not your imagination, six months.
You may as well be engaged.
Speaker 1 (07:00):
You may as well be engaged. I hear her muffle
a sound. She's laughing. She's definitely laughing. I'm a dead man.
This is the most humiliating moment of my life and
she's enjoying it.
Speaker 4 (07:13):
Okay, you colossal, magnificent weirdo. I'll do it. I'll be
your ava.
Speaker 1 (07:20):
Wait what The relief that floods my body is so profound,
my knees feel weak. I sink on my couch. Really, so,
you're saving my life. I'll pay for your flight. You're everything.
I owe you so big.
Speaker 4 (07:36):
Oh, you are so going to owe me. This is
going to be fun.
Speaker 1 (07:41):
I'm so grateful I could almost cry. She's the best
friend in the world. I don't deserve her. And suddenly
a fleeting, dangerous thought flickers through my mind. What if?
What if it wasn't pretend a whole week of Sophia
holding her hand, sharing the room, laughing over Uno, joking
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with Graham, and I should add she's hot, like super hot. Wait,
she's also my best friend. Stop it, Drew, she's your
best friend. What would it even be like? I shove
the thought down so hard it gives me whiplash. No,
stop it, Drew, Don't be that guy. She's your best friend.
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She's doing you a favor. Don't make it weird.
Speaker 4 (08:29):
He's rambling now, talking about plane tickets and how he'll
never lived this down. I'm only half listening. My mind
is already spinning, planning a whole week. This is going
to be epic. I can make this so wonderfully torturous
for him. I can accidentally get his middle name wrong.
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I can tell his mother an incredibly embarrassing and fake
story about our first date. I can make him work
for this. Or A different thought slides into my head,
a warmer, much more interesting thought. I get to be
his girlfriend for a week. I get a free pass
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to do all the things I've been curious about. I
can hold his hand at the dinner table. I can
lean over and kiss him right in front of his
prying grandmother. I can sit on his lap. I can
be all over him. The thought of being all over Drew,
of touching and then holding him with a reason, since
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a slow delicious heat spreading through my body. Drew would
just see it as being an act. But I can
actually live those fantasies I've had late at night. Well,
not those fantasies, but you know all the things that
lead up to them. Yeah. A smile spreads across my face.
This could be special. Okay, boyfriend, I say, cutting off
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his stream of grateful babble, send me the flight details in.
You better have a good how he met. I'm not
doing all the work.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
I'll start writing this script right now. Thank you, soph
You're the best I know.
Speaker 4 (10:09):
I grab my pen again. See you what? Thanksgiving? Honey.
I hang up, and the smile on my face is
positively wicked. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Speaker 1 (10:23):
My mother's hug is a well meaning vice grip.
Speaker 5 (10:25):
Andrew, and this must be Ava. Oh you're even lovelier
than he described.
Speaker 1 (10:32):
My dad punches my arm. You're punching way above your weight. Son.
I'm incredibly embarrassed, But when I look at Sophia, it's
clear she's just loving it. She steps into my mom's
embrace with the warmth of a long lost daughter.
Speaker 4 (10:47):
It's so wonderful to finally meet you. Missus Peterson. Drew
just talks about you constantly.
Speaker 1 (10:53):
I'm standing there, luggage in hand, watching my best friend,
a professional graphic designer who does it because it's fun
and not because she actually needs the job. Mind you,
deliver a line with the sincerity of Meryl Streep. My
grandmother is beaming, my aunts are cooing. Sophia is a
smash hit. I feel a wave of gratitude so profound
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it almost makes me dizzy. And then my mom says
the words that turn my blood to ice.
Speaker 5 (11:23):
Well, we've got you two all set up in Andrew's
old room. It's just so cozy.
Speaker 1 (11:29):
Without missing a beat, my dad pipes in, Just remember
the walls are thin, Jesus Dad. Mom slaps him in
the arm, but is smiling. Oh God, I look at Sophia.
Her smile is fixed, but her eyes have gone wide.
This is the universe punishing me.
Speaker 5 (11:49):
Mom.
Speaker 4 (11:49):
I thought it'll be fine, honey.
Speaker 1 (11:52):
Sophia takes my arm.
Speaker 4 (11:54):
I can be quiet, and for.
Speaker 1 (11:56):
The love of God, she winks at my dad is
turning into a disaster. And it's the first hour. I
drag Sophia to my childhood bedroom. But when I haven't
slept in for more than a night in a decade.
My old Queen's Siz's bed looks horrifyingly small. Um, I
drop our bags. I'm panicking. How do we do this?
(12:19):
It's Sophia, it's just sof. But it's also SOF. I
can take the floor, it's no big deal. I've slept
on worse.
Speaker 4 (12:28):
I'm staring at this single bed. Oh, this just got real.
This isn't just laughing over dinner. This is an entire
week of forced twenty four to seven intimacy. I look
at Drew. He's so flustered. He looks like he's about
the breakout in the hives. He's adorable. I have to
save him. True, don't be ridiculous. We're best friends. We've
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probably fallen asleep on the same crappy dormcouch a dozen times.
It's fine. Hell, I've seen you naked when you straight
across the field at homecoming.
Speaker 1 (12:59):
I was fifty yards away from you.
Speaker 4 (13:02):
I'm trying to make this all seem normal, but doesn't
seem to be working. I say it's fine, but it's
not fine. My heart is hammering. He's not just Drew
right now. He's Drew, my fake boyfriend. Who I'm secretly
attracted to and now I have to sleep next to.
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After some family time, we retreat to Dru's room and
get ready for bed in a fog of excruciating, polite awkwardness.
He has his own bathroom, and he ducks into it
the change. He emerges in flannel pajamas, and as I
walk past him, I grab this flannel top. Plain blue,
so boring. I was expecting transformers or maybe blues clues.
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He ignores me. As I enter the bathroom to change.
All I have is a red silk nightgown. It's not
revealing at all, but it's thin. The light clicks off.
We're side by side in the dark, a solid, non
negotiable foot of safe space between us. I can smell
his soap. I can hear him breathe. He's so still,
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he's almost vibrating, like he's terrified. A single move we'll
send him tumbling into me. My entire body is a
live wire, completely totally aware of his just inches away.
This is so not a dorm couch.
Speaker 1 (14:22):
The next day is perfect. Sophia is brilliant. She nails
the how We met story, which is a slightly embellished
version of our college debate team rivalry. She charms my
aunt's she helps my mom in the kitchen. My grandmother
pulls me aside at one point, her eyes shining, and whispers.
Speaker 6 (14:41):
She's a keeper, Andrew, don't you let this one go.
Speaker 1 (14:45):
I feel a bizarre surge of pride that night. Back
in the room, I'm bubbling over so you are incredible today,
my grand she loves you, I mean, she loves ava.
She curtsies dramatically, all part of the service. Boyfriend, she
grabs her nightgown and a towel showers mine. I'm sitting
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on the edge of the bed replying to her work email.
When the bathroom door opens, steam bellows out, and so
does she. She's wrapped at a single, small white towel,
and it does not leave much to the imagination. Her
shoulders are bare and flushed pink. Her dark hair is
palled on top of her head in a messy, sexy
knot that's already falling down. Tiny droplets of water are
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glistening on her collarbone. I can't breathe. Oh wow, she's
just so fucking beautiful it actually hurts.
Speaker 4 (15:40):
I decide to torture him as part of this delicious
gamer playing. I walk out in nothing but a towel,
and I immediately realize I'm not just torturing him, I'm
torturing me. He's staring, his eyes are wide, his mouth
slightly parted, and he's holding his phone like he's forgotten
what it's for. I see the and then he get
undisguised desire and his look, and it's a jolt of
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pure female power. He's not just my buddy Drew right now.
I get him a little smile, holding his gaze. Your turn.
I walk past him, close enough for him to feel
the humidity coming off my skin and enjoy the hell
out of the way. His eyes follow me until he
walks past me into the bathroom.
Speaker 1 (16:25):
I take the coldest fucking shower I've had in my
adult life. It doesn't help, not one bit. I come
out of the bathroom wearing my thickest pair of flannel pajamas. Armor.
I need armor. She's already in bed, on her side,
facing away from me. I get in, keeping my requisite
six inches of distance and turn off the light. A
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wide awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to think of
literally anything other than the woman lying next to me.
Speaker 4 (16:55):
I drift awake in the deep dark of three am.
I'm warmftable, and there's a solid, heavy pressure against my back.
I freeze. Drew's rolled over in his sleep. His body
is pressed against mine, his arm thrown over my waist,
and then I feel it. Holy shit, even through as
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thick flannel pajamas, there is no mistaking it. He has
a massive rock heart erection pressed right into the small
of my back, nestling against my ass. My entire body
goes rigid. He's asleep, he has to be. Don't move,
don't make it weird, but God, it feels good. He
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shifts in his sleep, a little sigh, and it presses harder.
I know I shouldn't roll away, create space, be the
good friend. Instead, I snuggle up and back a selfish,
indefensible movement. I press my back against it, fitting him
between my cheeks. My pussy throbs instantly, and I'm beyond arouse.
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I'm wired, but eventually fall back asleep like that, spooned
by my best friend. Intensely turned on, frustrated and wondering
why on earth Juwa has been hiding a goddamn baseball
bat in his pants for all this time?
Speaker 1 (18:16):
I finally slept well. I dreamt of Sophia, but that
was safe hidden. Thank god that there's no way she
knows that all I dreamt about while we were sleeping
was us fucking after debate practice back in college.
Speaker 4 (18:31):
I wake up and he's gone, the bed beside me cold.
I hear the shower running. The memory of the night
of his cock pressed against me makes the game feel
entirely different. I'm not just here to save Drew from
his grandma. I'm here for more. At breakfast, I sit
so close our thighs are touching. I lace my fingers
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through his on top of the table. He flinches, then relaxes,
giving his mother a tight smile. In the afternoon, while
the family's in the living room watching football, I go
all in. I walk over where he's sitting in the
big armchair, scoot over, babe, and before he can protest,
I PLoP right down onto his lap, wrapping an arm
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around his neck.
Speaker 1 (19:17):
She's on my lap in front of my grandmother. She
smells like coffee and the generic body wash my mom
keeps stashed in my shower. How the fuck can she
make even that smell sexy? And my god, her ass
is right there. I try to focus on the game.
It's impossible. She shifts, just a little, wiggling to get comfortable,
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and oh god, no, getting hard instantly, a full, undeniable.
My best friend is on my lap and I'm in
hell hard on. She's just acting, She's just acting. She's
just acting, but I'm not, Hut, how the fuck is
a heart on acting? And she's going to feel it.
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She's going to know she's playing with fire and I'm
the one getting burned. And to make matters worse, my
grandmother is right there. I lean in my mouth at
her ear, so I'm so sorry. Maybe you should move.
Speaker 4 (20:18):
I feel him. He's a rock solid under me. That's
real of pure wicked victory shoots through me. He's not
just my buddy, He's not just acting. He's just as
turned on as I am. I entered the week contending
on torturing him, but I realize that the stakes are higher.
One of us isn't pretending, and I need to convince
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the other one to not pretend. I make a show
of standing out, praising my hands on his shoulders, but
as I rise, I lean down in front of God,
his family, and the entire Steelers Eagles game. I give
him a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. Whatever you say, honey,
I moved to the floor, leaving him there, flushed, panicked
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and staring.
Speaker 1 (21:05):
The second our bedroom door closes. That night, I round
on her. The panic and the attraction and the public
humiliation have curdled into a desperate, defensive anger. What the
hell was that, Sophia? What are you doing? This is
not funny? She looks, genuinely confused. What I was faking it?
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We have to make it fun, Drew, or this week
is going to be torture. Fun you call that fun?
Sitting on my lap kissing me like that in front
of my entire family. It's not a game, sof well.
Speaker 4 (21:39):
Excuse me, mister. I haven't dated anyone in six months,
and haven't dated anyone seriously and like ever. But that's
how couples actually act.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
No, don't give me that. You're treating this like a game,
and it's not a game to me. The words hang
in the air, raw and too honest. Fuck, I've said
too much. I see the shock and confusion on her face.
Look just a hook back, Okay, I'll tell them. We
had to fight after the holiday and I'll break up
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with Ava in January. Just stop.
Speaker 4 (22:17):
I just dared him. He's angry, but he's also hurt.
That last line, it's not a game to me. What
did that mean? His relationship with his grand his relationship
with me, and now he's talking about breaking up with me. Uh, Drew,
we're not even dating. You can't break up with me,
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you know what I mean. He grabs a blanket and
throws it on the floor. I'm sleeping down here, Drew,
don't be a child. Good night, Sophia. He lies down,
his back to me. I turn off the light and
lie down in the huge, cold, empty bed, feeling like
a bully. I hurt my best friend. But I didn't
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really mean to hurt him, or even play a game.
I well, the truth is that I wanted to feel
his body against me. Hell I wanted to feel as
hard cock against me. But I can't tell him that
it's not a game to me. I replay the words,
my god, because he feels something. My anger melts, replaced
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by a deep, aching hope.
Speaker 1 (23:33):
I stare at the wood grain on the floor, my
back killing me, my heart pounding, My body's still buzzing
from her kiss. This is safer. I can't be in
that bed with her. I don't trust myself. I wish
she hadn't come. I wish this week would never end.
I wish I could just turn around, climb into that
bed and pull her against me. I wish I'd never
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met her. I wish we were never apart. I wish
we had a wall between us. I wish we were
both naked against each other. And I wish this wasn't pretend.
Speaker 4 (24:05):
At all, as if the whole day hadn't ended bad enough.
I dream of Drew fucking me against the debate podium
in the dusty old room where we practiced. I'm holding
onto it with both hands, leaning forward like I'm delivering
a brilliant point. But what's really happening is that Drew
is fucking me from behind. Stop it. Sure fantasize about
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him later when you're back in Houston, but not now,
not with him three feet away. Keep the distance. It's
pretty clear of Drew is freaked out and only wants
me as a friend despite his heart on. But that
thought only makes me think of as cock. Fuck my life.
This is the worst week ever.
Speaker 1 (24:47):
A sliver of gray morning light cuts through the curtains
illuminating the dust, motes dancing in the silence. My bag
is a single, screaming knot of pain. I'm on the
floor of my childhood bedroom and never felt more like
an idiot. I was a jerk, a complete total asshole.
I yelled at her, why because she was what too convincing,
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too good at the one insane thing I begged her
to do. I blew up at her for being an
amazing friend. My god, I'm pathetic. I hear her stir
in the bed above me, a soft rustle of sheets.
I'm too embarrassed to even look at her. I push
myself up, my spun cracking in three different places, and
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rub the back of my neck.
Speaker 4 (25:35):
I've been a wig for an hour. Ly'm perfectly still
listening to him breathe. The air in the room is
thick and toxic with all the things we didn't say.
It's not a game to me. I went too far.
I pushed him. He was right to be angry. I
was playing with him with his family. I was so
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caught up in the thrill of the performance of that secret,
hot little world building in my head that I hurt
my best friend. I broke Drew. I hear him stand up,
a low grown of pain as he stretches. My heart seizes.
Speaker 1 (26:12):
So are you awake?
Speaker 4 (26:15):
I wake up, turning over to face him. He looks exhausted.
His hair is a mess, his face etched with regret. Drew,
look I.
Speaker 1 (26:26):
No me first, So I'm sorry. I was an asshole
last night. You were just doing what I asked. I
had no right to yell at you.
Speaker 4 (26:38):
Relief washes through me so fast it makes me dizzy.
Speaker 1 (26:42):
No.
Speaker 4 (26:43):
I sit up, clutching the comforter to my chest. I'm sorry.
I took it way too far. It was unnecessary. I
was just I don't know. I'm so sorry, Drew. He
looks at me, really looks at me, and a small,
a sad smile touches the corner of his mouth. I
smile back. It's the tentative, fragile truce of two people
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who know each other too well to stay mad. The
toxic air clears, and we're just us again. I glance
at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and my heart
stops for a completely different reason. Drew, what time does
Gran's branch start in?
Speaker 1 (27:23):
Oh? Shit, shit, we're late, We're so so late.
Speaker 4 (27:29):
The truce is shattered by pure, unadulterated panic. We're a
frantic blur of motion. I'll shower first, sounds good. I'll
get my clothes ready.
Speaker 1 (27:38):
Her back is to me as she's digging through my dresser.
I'm taking two seconds, I say from the doorway. I'm
in the shower, the hopwater beating against my back, trying
to wash away the last three days of tension. When
I hear the bathroom door open.
Speaker 4 (27:54):
Drew, are you decent? I need to brush my teeth
and do my makeup, and we have no time.
Speaker 1 (28:00):
Well, if by decent you mean am I naked in
the shower, then yeah, I'm decent. But the shower has
frosted glass, So whatever, do your makeup thing.
Speaker 4 (28:09):
I rush in the room, already a cloud of steam.
I can see a shape through the glass, a tall,
broad shouldered silhouette. I grab my toothbrush, squeeze paste onto it,
and start brushing My eyes on my own reflection in
the flogged up mirror, but I can't help it. My
gaze trifts to the reflection of the shower stall behind me.
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The glass is frosted, but it's not that frosted. I
can see his outline clearly. He turns to rinse his hair,
and oh, oh my, I can see the distinct, heavy
shadow of his cock, even in its resting state. It's impressive.
Then as I watch he turns and I see it
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from the side, it's it's getting harder, just a little.
He's in the shower alone, and he's slowly getting hard.
Is that for me? Is he thinking about me? The
memory of his erection thick and hot against my ass,
and the dark floods my senses. My stomach tightens, my
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pussy is suddenly achingly hot, Drew, I need shower time. Chop, chop.
The water shuts off. A moment later, he slides the
door open and steps out, a white towel wrapped low
around his hips. He's haul damp skin and broad, the
fine chest, his hair dripping. He doesn't meet my eyes,
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just grabs his toothbrush as I push past him. I
step into the warm, wet stall, pulling the glass door shut,
and then slip off my nightgown and toss it over
the shower glass.
Speaker 1 (29:46):
I stand at the sink, my back to her, trying
to focus on bushing my teeth. Be a good friend,
Be a good friend, don't be a creep. The water
turns on. I look in the mirror. I can't help it.
She's there, a perfect, steamy silhouette behind the glass. She
raises her arms to wash her hair, and I can
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see the full, perfect, unmistakable outline of her breast, the
curve of her waist. I always knew she had great
dits and body, but holy shit, she's fucking gorgeous. My
cock still damp, jerks and hardens, instantly straining against the towel.
She has no idea, I realize, I'm just staring, my
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mouth hanging open toothbrush, motionless. I snapped my head back
to my own reflection, my face burning.
Speaker 4 (30:38):
The water is streaming over my body, but I'm hotter
on the inside. I can see a silhouette in the
steamy glass of the shower door. He's standing at the sink,
his back to me, and he's staring. He's staring at me.
He wants me. He was hard in the shower. He's
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hard now. I know it. It's not even a guess.
I know it. That look on his face last night,
it doesn't feel like a game to me, It's real
for both of us. My god, this entire time. I've
been pining for my best friend and he's been pining
for me. The thought is a detonation. I have to know,
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I have to risk it all. An idea enters my head.
It's provocative, it's kind of devious, it's crazy in a
Drew way. It's fun and it's so us Drew. Do
you mind giving me a hand?
Speaker 1 (31:42):
I spit into the sink. The toothbrush clatters against the porcelain.
Speaker 4 (31:47):
Uh, what can you just come in here and give
me a hand?
Speaker 1 (31:52):
Wait? What does that even mean? Like wash my back?
Is this a test? Is she joking? She's naked. You
don't say come in here when you're naked unless something
is really wrong, or or if I brain is short circuiting.
Don't move. She's definitely joking. A beat of silence passes,
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filled only by the sound of the shower.
Speaker 4 (32:14):
Oh, and I don't want you to get your towel wet,
so maybe just come in naked.
Speaker 1 (32:20):
Holy shit, she's not choking. She's asking me to get
in a shower with her naked. My heart is a
drum against my ribs. My cock is so hard it's
a painful, throbbing egg. This is real this is happening.
I let the towel drop to the wet tile floor.
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My hand is trembling as I slide the frosted glass
door open.
Speaker 4 (32:44):
The door slides open. He's wow, he's todch has drew anymore.
He's magnificent. His shoulders are broad, his chest defined and
dusted with dark hair. And oh, my eyes are drawn down.
His cock is standing straight out, thick and heavy and
glistening in the mist. It's even bigger than I thought.
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It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Speaker 1 (33:12):
The steam hits my face, but it's her that takes
my breath. She's perfect. Water streams over her shoulders, down
her full breast. Her nipples are tight and hard and
perfectly pink. Her stomach is soft, her hips curve beautifully,
and the dark wet curls between her legs. I'm completely lost.
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My cock jerks again, impossibly harder.
Speaker 4 (33:38):
I see his eyes drop to my breast, then to
my pussy, then back to my eyes, and I look
at his cock again. It's so hard.
Speaker 1 (33:49):
You uh need a hand.
Speaker 4 (33:52):
I nod while smiling at him. I take his hand,
his big, warm, strong hand, and I dyed it down
my stomach through the warm water and slide it between
my legs.
Speaker 1 (34:03):
Her hand is on mine, and then, oh god, she's
so hot, so incredibly wet. My fingers slide right into
her slick liquid folds. She's already dripping for me. I
find her clit, a hard hidden button under the slick curls,
and I circle it with my thumb. She gasps, her
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head falling back against the tiled wall, the water splashing
over her face. I slid one finger inside her, then two.
She moans a low sound that mixes perfectly with the
pulsing water. She pushes her hips against my hand.
Speaker 4 (34:40):
Drew. His thumb is on my clit and his fingers
are inside me. It's the best feeling I've ever had.
I think I need more than a hand.
Speaker 1 (34:50):
Yes, I pull my hand away, and she whimpers, I
can't wait another second. I take her shoulders, my hands
slipping on her wet skin, and gently turn her lean
against the wall. My voice is a low growl. I
don't even recognize.
Speaker 4 (35:06):
Oh my god, he's going to fuck me against the wall.
This is my dream, only it's in this hot, wet,
steamy shower, and not a dusty old room. I can't
help but smile. The reality is so much better than
the fantasy. I lean my hands flat against the cool,
wet tile. I bent over my ass out the hot
water streaming down my back. I am so exposed, so ready.
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I feel him step between my legs. I feel his
hand on my hip, then I feel his cock. He
presses the head of it against my wet pussy and
I shudder. He's so thick. He just holds it there,
teasing me, and I can't take it. I push back,
trying to take him in.
Speaker 1 (35:53):
She pushes back, and I'm lost. I grip her hips
and thrust forward. I've had to use lube on most
of my gown friends because well, I think you can
figure out why. But so she's so wet. I slide
deep inside her with one perfect, all consuming stroke, and
oh my god, it's like my cock was designed just
for her pussy. She moans, a soft sound of pure pleasure.
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She's perfectly tight and so so hot, Sophia. I press
my forehead against her wet back. I pull out agonizingly
slow all the way to the head and then just
pound back into her. She meets my thrust, her hand
flying down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit.
Speaker 4 (36:40):
He's inside me. He's so big, he feels me completely.
He's fucking me. My best friend is fucking me against
the shower wall. It's hard and fast, and it's the
best sex of my life. I'm stroking myself, my hips
matching his frantic, powerful rhythm. Hot water is streaming over us,
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washing away years of doubt, of only friendship, of faking it.
Fuck Drew, don't stop, keep fucking me, Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me. I'm so close. His thrusts are so desperate,
slamming into me, and my fingers are a blur. I
come with a strangled scream, my body confulsing around his cock.
Speaker 1 (37:27):
Her pussy clenches around me, a hot, wet vice, and
it's too much. I've grown a deep, primal sound and
empty myself deep inside her, my body shaking as I
come and come and come. We stand there for a
long second, panting, the water streaming over us. My cock
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is still very deep inside her. I can feel her
orgasm still echoing. Her muscle's fluttering around me. She leans
back and I hold her in my arms. I'm inside her,
and she lifts her arms and holds my head in
her hands. I'm kissing her neck, and we are one.
And then I hear the distant sound of my gran's
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voice from downstairs, barely audible over the shower.
Speaker 6 (38:14):
Andrew, Ava, are you two coming down? Brunch is getting cold.
Speaker 1 (38:20):
I pull out of her and let the water course
over me. As she turns and we look at each other.
She's smiling, and I'm smiling. I don't know what to say,
maybe there's nothing to say, but then she leans forward.
Speaker 4 (38:33):
We should get moving. We are so late. We're a frantic,
giggling mess, teling off, pulling on clothes. My hair is
a disaster and my skin is flashed it. I've never
felt happier in my life. We tumble down the stairs
and I grab his hand just as we enter the
dining room.
Speaker 6 (38:52):
Well, look at you two, finally awake. You look flushed,
all that rushing, I suppose.
Speaker 4 (38:58):
I glance at Drew's dad, expecting some kind of inappropriate remark,
but he's thankfully looking at his phone. We take our seats.
Drew's knee is pressed against mine during the meal, as
his mother is passing the fruit salad. I leaning close,
my lips, brushing his ear. I didn't even have a
chance to give you a blow job. I feel him tense.
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I slide my hand under the table, find his thigh
and squeeze. My finger's brushing the very noticeable and already
growing bulgs in his pants.
Speaker 1 (39:30):
I almost dropped my fork. I turned to her, my
heart hammering. She's got to look in her eyes of pure,
delicious wickedness. I love it. Oh, my dear Sophia too
can play this game. I leaned toward her and whisper,
and I didn't have a chance to use my tongue
to lick you until you scream. She turns to me.
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We're just staring at each other, smiling so widely. I'm
wondering what the family thinks, but the rest of the
room just fad It's away tonight sixty nine. I nod
sixty nine. I feel her hand on my leg under
the table, a secret promise. I take it, lift it
and kiss her fingers, and then place it on top
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of the table, lacing my fingers through hers.
Speaker 4 (40:18):
He's holding my hand in front of his entire family,
but it's not for them, not anymore. I look at
him and he just smiles, a slow, easy smile that's
all for me. My God, this is real.
Speaker 1 (40:34):
I'm holding her hand and I don't care who sees.
I'm not faking. I'm never letting her go. Graham, did
you know that Ava's actual name is Sophia and her
entire family calls her that she changed it to Ava
in college as there was another Sophia on the debate team.
Kran looks up from the bowl of mashed potatoes she's carrying. Well,
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we are family too, She looks offended. I waited so
long to tell her.
Speaker 6 (41:01):
You will be Sophia from now on.
Speaker 1 (41:03):
She looks at me and gives me a stern look.
Speaker 6 (41:06):
You too, young man. No college fakery for you either.
She's Sophia to all of us.
Speaker 1 (41:12):
Okay, no fakery.
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a sexual connection. This week's episode is about just that
Drew asks his longtime best friend Sophie to be his
fake girlfriend over Thanksgiving, and the words fig it till
You Make it come to mind. This week's episode is
narrated by Hannah and Alex. Please note, by the way
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that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1 (01:14):
My thumb hover is over Sophia's name in my contacts.
My heart is doing a stupid frantic tap dance thing
against my ribs. Just call her. It's so she's the
only person in the world who won't immediately tell you you're
a complete sociopath. Well maybe I am a sociopath who
invents a girlfriend and then keeps her for six months.
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I grown and hit the call button before I can
lose my nerve. She picks up on the second ring,
as always, Drew.
Speaker 4 (01:47):
You better be calling to tell me that you finally
quit that job so can start our eighties cover band.
Speaker 1 (01:52):
Her voice is a bright, familiar splash of Houston sunshine
in my quiet Dallas apartment. Hey so yeah, no, still
gainfully employed, which I would like to remind you is
something most people consider a good thing. Most people don't
have my vision. True, they also don't have your inheritance.
But I digress. Actually, this is weirdly also family related.
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You know how I always complain about my grandmother and Thanksgiving.
I hear her cy hits a sound I know, well,
a mix of deep affection and profound exasperation reserved exclusively
for me.
Speaker 4 (02:32):
I'm sketching out a logo for a new client, half
listening to a true crime podcast when Drew's name flashes
on my screen, I smile and pick up, and as
soon as he mentions his grandmother and Thanksgiving in the
same sentence, I know exactly where this is going. Oh,
here we go, I think, muting the podcast. This is
the annual why are you still single? Drew? Panic? It's
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my favorite time of year. He's the most capable, put
together man I know, in every aspect of his life,
except when it comes to his family. With them, he's
a spineless people pleasing jellyfish. It's adorable, but in a pathetic,
high anxiety way. Let me guess. She's already got a
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list of her friend's granddaughter she wants you to meet.
Speaker 1 (03:20):
Worse, she's expecting me to bring my girlfriend.
Speaker 4 (03:24):
I freeze. You're what, Drew? You haven't dated anyone in
six months?
Speaker 1 (03:30):
I know I might have invented one.
Speaker 4 (03:35):
You invented one, Drew. That's next level sad even for you.
What's her name? Imaginary Irene?
Speaker 1 (03:43):
Oh, it's Ava. The second I say the name out
loud to her, I realize how insane I am. The
silence on the other end of the line is deafening.
Speaker 4 (03:54):
Ava.
Speaker 1 (03:56):
I can hear the suppressed laughter in her voice.
Speaker 4 (04:00):
He actually gave her a name Oh, this is so
much worse than I thought, Drew, what does Ava look like?
Please tell me she's a five to ten blonde model,
because debt is going to make this so much better?
Speaker 1 (04:15):
Shit? Why did she ask that? Uh No, she's I
don't know, normal, she's smart.
Speaker 4 (04:23):
Normal's smart. Won't cut it, buddy, your family's going to
meet her, right.
Speaker 1 (04:28):
There's a pause, and then she nails it. Of course,
Sophia nails it.
Speaker 4 (04:33):
That's what this painted call is about. What did you
tell them?
Speaker 1 (04:38):
Okay, I just just rip off the bandy. It's just
so she's seen me puke and a bowl of gulcamulli.
This is nothing. Look, I just said she's brilliant and
really funny, and that she lives in San Antonio.
Speaker 4 (04:55):
My pen stops moving. He described me, well, he swamped
out Houston for San Antonio. But come on, A sudden,
sharp flicker of something warm and unsettling zips through my chest.
I ignore it. He's just an idiot, a sweet, clueless
idiot who has literally just recast me in his own
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life sitcom. Wow, you're a creative genius, Drew, a true artist.
So what's this huge favor that I just know is coming?
Speaker 1 (05:27):
I need Ava to come to Thanksgiving for the week.
Speaker 4 (05:32):
A week I dropped my pen Drew, why don't you
just break up with her? It's cleaner, Dear grand Eva
and I had a tragic, amicable split. Please pass the stuffing.
Speaker 3 (05:45):
I can't.
Speaker 1 (05:47):
I already did that twice.
Speaker 4 (05:50):
I'm speechless. Wait, you broke up with an imaginary girlfriend twice.
It was a we're on a break thing. It's complicated thing. Look,
they think she's real, and Grant is dropping hints that
I might be gay and lying to cover it up.
At this point, I think you may actually be gay, Drew.
You know I can help you with that. I also
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really like sucking dicks. Shit? Did I just say that
to Drew? What the fuck was I thinking? I do
my best to recover. Look, just so you don't have
a girlfriend, is it really that hard?
Speaker 1 (06:24):
I can't disappoint her. She's been so suspicious, and what
if she dies soon? She's old. I need to make
her happy.
Speaker 4 (06:34):
I really really want to tell True that he's being
really and truly insane. But he's been my best friend
since sophomore year, and when he's his pathetic and sad,
I can't help but do my best to help him. Okay,
so I've been your girlfriend for how long? Again?
Speaker 1 (06:51):
Six months?
Speaker 4 (06:53):
I applied your commitment, Drew, if not your imagination, six months.
You may as well be engaged.
Speaker 1 (07:00):
You may as well be engaged. I hear her muffle
a sound. She's laughing. She's definitely laughing. I'm a dead man.
This is the most humiliating moment of my life and
she's enjoying it.
Speaker 4 (07:13):
Okay, you colossal, magnificent weirdo. I'll do it. I'll be
your ava.
Speaker 1 (07:20):
Wait what The relief that floods my body is so profound,
my knees feel weak. I sink on my couch. Really, so,
you're saving my life. I'll pay for your flight. You're everything.
I owe you so big.
Speaker 4 (07:36):
Oh, you are so going to owe me. This is
going to be fun.
Speaker 1 (07:41):
I'm so grateful I could almost cry. She's the best
friend in the world. I don't deserve her. And suddenly
a fleeting, dangerous thought flickers through my mind. What if?
What if it wasn't pretend a whole week of Sophia
holding her hand, sharing the room, laughing over Uno, joking
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with Graham, and I should add she's hot, like super hot. Wait,
she's also my best friend. Stop it, Drew, she's your
best friend. What would it even be like? I shove
the thought down so hard it gives me whiplash. No,
stop it, Drew, Don't be that guy. She's your best friend.
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She's doing you a favor. Don't make it weird.
Speaker 4 (08:29):
He's rambling now, talking about plane tickets and how he'll
never lived this down. I'm only half listening. My mind
is already spinning, planning a whole week. This is going
to be epic. I can make this so wonderfully torturous
for him. I can accidentally get his middle name wrong.
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I can tell his mother an incredibly embarrassing and fake
story about our first date. I can make him work
for this. Or A different thought slides into my head,
a warmer, much more interesting thought. I get to be
his girlfriend for a week. I get a free pass
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to do all the things I've been curious about. I
can hold his hand at the dinner table. I can
lean over and kiss him right in front of his
prying grandmother. I can sit on his lap. I can
be all over him. The thought of being all over Drew,
of touching and then holding him with a reason, since
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a slow delicious heat spreading through my body. Drew would
just see it as being an act. But I can
actually live those fantasies I've had late at night. Well,
not those fantasies, but you know all the things that
lead up to them. Yeah. A smile spreads across my face.
This could be special. Okay, boyfriend, I say, cutting off
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his stream of grateful babble, send me the flight details in.
You better have a good how he met. I'm not
doing all the work.
Speaker 1 (10:02):
I'll start writing this script right now. Thank you, soph
You're the best I know.
Speaker 4 (10:09):
I grab my pen again. See you what? Thanksgiving? Honey.
I hang up, and the smile on my face is
positively wicked. Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Speaker 1 (10:23):
My mother's hug is a well meaning vice grip.
Speaker 5 (10:25):
Andrew, and this must be Ava. Oh you're even lovelier
than he described.
Speaker 1 (10:32):
My dad punches my arm. You're punching way above your weight. Son.
I'm incredibly embarrassed, But when I look at Sophia, it's
clear she's just loving it. She steps into my mom's
embrace with the warmth of a long lost daughter.
Speaker 4 (10:47):
It's so wonderful to finally meet you. Missus Peterson. Drew
just talks about you constantly.
Speaker 1 (10:53):
I'm standing there, luggage in hand, watching my best friend,
a professional graphic designer who does it because it's fun
and not because she actually needs the job. Mind you,
deliver a line with the sincerity of Meryl Streep. My
grandmother is beaming, my aunts are cooing. Sophia is a
smash hit. I feel a wave of gratitude so profound
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it almost makes me dizzy. And then my mom says
the words that turn my blood to ice.
Speaker 5 (11:23):
Well, we've got you two all set up in Andrew's
old room. It's just so cozy.
Speaker 1 (11:29):
Without missing a beat, my dad pipes in, Just remember
the walls are thin, Jesus Dad. Mom slaps him in
the arm, but is smiling. Oh God, I look at Sophia.
Her smile is fixed, but her eyes have gone wide.
This is the universe punishing me.
Speaker 5 (11:49):
Mom.
Speaker 4 (11:49):
I thought it'll be fine, honey.
Speaker 1 (11:52):
Sophia takes my arm.
Speaker 4 (11:54):
I can be quiet, and for.
Speaker 1 (11:56):
The love of God, she winks at my dad is
turning into a disaster. And it's the first hour. I
drag Sophia to my childhood bedroom. But when I haven't
slept in for more than a night in a decade.
My old Queen's Siz's bed looks horrifyingly small. Um, I
drop our bags. I'm panicking. How do we do this?
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It's Sophia, it's just sof. But it's also SOF. I
can take the floor, it's no big deal. I've slept
on worse.
Speaker 4 (12:28):
I'm staring at this single bed. Oh, this just got real.
This isn't just laughing over dinner. This is an entire
week of forced twenty four to seven intimacy. I look
at Drew. He's so flustered. He looks like he's about
the breakout in the hives. He's adorable. I have to
save him. True, don't be ridiculous. We're best friends. We've
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probably fallen asleep on the same crappy dormcouch a dozen times.
It's fine. Hell, I've seen you naked when you straight
across the field at homecoming.
Speaker 1 (12:59):
I was fifty yards away from you.
Speaker 4 (13:02):
I'm trying to make this all seem normal, but doesn't
seem to be working. I say it's fine, but it's
not fine. My heart is hammering. He's not just Drew
right now. He's Drew, my fake boyfriend. Who I'm secretly
attracted to and now I have to sleep next to.
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After some family time, we retreat to Dru's room and
get ready for bed in a fog of excruciating, polite awkwardness.
He has his own bathroom, and he ducks into it
the change. He emerges in flannel pajamas, and as I
walk past him, I grab this flannel top. Plain blue,
so boring. I was expecting transformers or maybe blues clues.
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He ignores me. As I enter the bathroom to change.
All I have is a red silk nightgown. It's not
revealing at all, but it's thin. The light clicks off.
We're side by side in the dark, a solid, non
negotiable foot of safe space between us. I can smell
his soap. I can hear him breathe. He's so still,
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he's almost vibrating, like he's terrified. A single move we'll
send him tumbling into me. My entire body is a
live wire, completely totally aware of his just inches away.
This is so not a dorm couch.
Speaker 1 (14:22):
The next day is perfect. Sophia is brilliant. She nails
the how We met story, which is a slightly embellished
version of our college debate team rivalry. She charms my
aunt's she helps my mom in the kitchen. My grandmother
pulls me aside at one point, her eyes shining, and whispers.
Speaker 6 (14:41):
She's a keeper, Andrew, don't you let this one go.
Speaker 1 (14:45):
I feel a bizarre surge of pride that night. Back
in the room, I'm bubbling over so you are incredible today,
my grand she loves you, I mean, she loves ava.
She curtsies dramatically, all part of the service. Boyfriend, she
grabs her nightgown and a towel showers mine. I'm sitting
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on the edge of the bed replying to her work email.
When the bathroom door opens, steam bellows out, and so
does she. She's wrapped at a single, small white towel,
and it does not leave much to the imagination. Her
shoulders are bare and flushed pink. Her dark hair is
palled on top of her head in a messy, sexy
knot that's already falling down. Tiny droplets of water are
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glistening on her collarbone. I can't breathe. Oh wow, she's
just so fucking beautiful it actually hurts.
Speaker 4 (15:40):
I decide to torture him as part of this delicious
gamer playing. I walk out in nothing but a towel,
and I immediately realize I'm not just torturing him, I'm
torturing me. He's staring, his eyes are wide, his mouth
slightly parted, and he's holding his phone like he's forgotten
what it's for. I see the and then he get
undisguised desire and his look, and it's a jolt of
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pure female power. He's not just my buddy Drew right now.
I get him a little smile, holding his gaze. Your turn.
I walk past him, close enough for him to feel
the humidity coming off my skin and enjoy the hell
out of the way. His eyes follow me until he
walks past me into the bathroom.
Speaker 1 (16:25):
I take the coldest fucking shower I've had in my
adult life. It doesn't help, not one bit. I come
out of the bathroom wearing my thickest pair of flannel pajamas. Armor.
I need armor. She's already in bed, on her side,
facing away from me. I get in, keeping my requisite
six inches of distance and turn off the light. A
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wide awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to think of
literally anything other than the woman lying next to me.
Speaker 4 (16:55):
I drift awake in the deep dark of three am.
I'm warmftable, and there's a solid, heavy pressure against my back.
I freeze. Drew's rolled over in his sleep. His body
is pressed against mine, his arm thrown over my waist,
and then I feel it. Holy shit, even through as
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thick flannel pajamas, there is no mistaking it. He has
a massive rock heart erection pressed right into the small
of my back, nestling against my ass. My entire body
goes rigid. He's asleep, he has to be. Don't move,
don't make it weird, but God, it feels good. He
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shifts in his sleep, a little sigh, and it presses harder.
I know I shouldn't roll away, create space, be the
good friend. Instead, I snuggle up and back a selfish,
indefensible movement. I press my back against it, fitting him
between my cheeks. My pussy throbs instantly, and I'm beyond arouse.
(18:01):
I'm wired, but eventually fall back asleep like that, spooned
by my best friend. Intensely turned on, frustrated and wondering
why on earth Juwa has been hiding a goddamn baseball
bat in his pants for all this time?
Speaker 1 (18:16):
I finally slept well. I dreamt of Sophia, but that
was safe hidden. Thank god that there's no way she
knows that all I dreamt about while we were sleeping
was us fucking after debate practice back in college.
Speaker 4 (18:31):
I wake up and he's gone, the bed beside me cold.
I hear the shower running. The memory of the night
of his cock pressed against me makes the game feel
entirely different. I'm not just here to save Drew from
his grandma. I'm here for more. At breakfast, I sit
so close our thighs are touching. I lace my fingers
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through his on top of the table. He flinches, then relaxes,
giving his mother a tight smile. In the afternoon, while
the family's in the living room watching football, I go
all in. I walk over where he's sitting in the
big armchair, scoot over, babe, and before he can protest,
I PLoP right down onto his lap, wrapping an arm
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around his neck.
Speaker 1 (19:17):
She's on my lap in front of my grandmother. She
smells like coffee and the generic body wash my mom
keeps stashed in my shower. How the fuck can she
make even that smell sexy? And my god, her ass
is right there. I try to focus on the game.
It's impossible. She shifts, just a little, wiggling to get comfortable,
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and oh god, no, getting hard instantly, a full, undeniable.
My best friend is on my lap and I'm in
hell hard on. She's just acting, She's just acting. She's
just acting, but I'm not, Hut, how the fuck is
a heart on acting? And she's going to feel it.
(20:00):
She's going to know she's playing with fire and I'm
the one getting burned. And to make matters worse, my
grandmother is right there. I lean in my mouth at
her ear, so I'm so sorry. Maybe you should move.
Speaker 4 (20:18):
I feel him. He's a rock solid under me. That's
real of pure wicked victory shoots through me. He's not
just my buddy, He's not just acting. He's just as
turned on as I am. I entered the week contending
on torturing him, but I realize that the stakes are higher.
One of us isn't pretending, and I need to convince
(20:40):
the other one to not pretend. I make a show
of standing out, praising my hands on his shoulders, but
as I rise, I lean down in front of God,
his family, and the entire Steelers Eagles game. I give
him a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. Whatever you say, honey,
I moved to the floor, leaving him there, flushed, panicked
(21:03):
and staring.
Speaker 1 (21:05):
The second our bedroom door closes. That night, I round
on her. The panic and the attraction and the public
humiliation have curdled into a desperate, defensive anger. What the
hell was that, Sophia? What are you doing? This is
not funny? She looks, genuinely confused. What I was faking it?
(21:26):
We have to make it fun, Drew, or this week
is going to be torture. Fun you call that fun?
Sitting on my lap kissing me like that in front
of my entire family. It's not a game, sof well.
Speaker 4 (21:39):
Excuse me, mister. I haven't dated anyone in six months,
and haven't dated anyone seriously and like ever. But that's
how couples actually act.
Speaker 1 (21:49):
No, don't give me that. You're treating this like a game,
and it's not a game to me. The words hang
in the air, raw and too honest. Fuck, I've said
too much. I see the shock and confusion on her face.
Look just a hook back, Okay, I'll tell them. We
had to fight after the holiday and I'll break up
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with Ava in January. Just stop.
Speaker 4 (22:17):
I just dared him. He's angry, but he's also hurt.
That last line, it's not a game to me. What
did that mean? His relationship with his grand his relationship
with me, and now he's talking about breaking up with me. Uh, Drew,
we're not even dating. You can't break up with me,
(22:41):
you know what I mean. He grabs a blanket and
throws it on the floor. I'm sleeping down here, Drew,
don't be a child. Good night, Sophia. He lies down,
his back to me. I turn off the light and
lie down in the huge, cold, empty bed, feeling like
a bully. I hurt my best friend. But I didn't
(23:02):
really mean to hurt him, or even play a game.
I well, the truth is that I wanted to feel
his body against me. Hell I wanted to feel as
hard cock against me. But I can't tell him that
it's not a game to me. I replay the words,
my god, because he feels something. My anger melts, replaced
(23:28):
by a deep, aching hope.
Speaker 1 (23:33):
I stare at the wood grain on the floor, my
back killing me, my heart pounding, My body's still buzzing
from her kiss. This is safer. I can't be in
that bed with her. I don't trust myself. I wish
she hadn't come. I wish this week would never end.
I wish I could just turn around, climb into that
bed and pull her against me. I wish I'd never
(23:55):
met her. I wish we were never apart. I wish
we had a wall between us. I wish we were
both naked against each other. And I wish this wasn't pretend.
Speaker 4 (24:05):
At all, as if the whole day hadn't ended bad enough.
I dream of Drew fucking me against the debate podium
in the dusty old room where we practiced. I'm holding
onto it with both hands, leaning forward like I'm delivering
a brilliant point. But what's really happening is that Drew
is fucking me from behind. Stop it. Sure fantasize about
(24:27):
him later when you're back in Houston, but not now,
not with him three feet away. Keep the distance. It's
pretty clear of Drew is freaked out and only wants
me as a friend despite his heart on. But that
thought only makes me think of as cock. Fuck my life.
This is the worst week ever.
Speaker 1 (24:47):
A sliver of gray morning light cuts through the curtains
illuminating the dust, motes dancing in the silence. My bag
is a single, screaming knot of pain. I'm on the
floor of my childhood bedroom and never felt more like
an idiot. I was a jerk, a complete total asshole.
I yelled at her, why because she was what too convincing,
(25:11):
too good at the one insane thing I begged her
to do. I blew up at her for being an
amazing friend. My god, I'm pathetic. I hear her stir
in the bed above me, a soft rustle of sheets.
I'm too embarrassed to even look at her. I push
myself up, my spun cracking in three different places, and
(25:31):
rub the back of my neck.
Speaker 4 (25:35):
I've been a wig for an hour. Ly'm perfectly still
listening to him breathe. The air in the room is
thick and toxic with all the things we didn't say.
It's not a game to me. I went too far.
I pushed him. He was right to be angry. I
was playing with him with his family. I was so
(25:55):
caught up in the thrill of the performance of that secret,
hot little world building in my head that I hurt
my best friend. I broke Drew. I hear him stand up,
a low grown of pain as he stretches. My heart seizes.
Speaker 1 (26:12):
So are you awake?
Speaker 4 (26:15):
I wake up, turning over to face him. He looks exhausted.
His hair is a mess, his face etched with regret. Drew,
look I.
Speaker 1 (26:26):
No me first, So I'm sorry. I was an asshole
last night. You were just doing what I asked. I
had no right to yell at you.
Speaker 4 (26:38):
Relief washes through me so fast it makes me dizzy.
Speaker 1 (26:42):
No.
Speaker 4 (26:43):
I sit up, clutching the comforter to my chest. I'm sorry.
I took it way too far. It was unnecessary. I
was just I don't know. I'm so sorry, Drew. He
looks at me, really looks at me, and a small,
a sad smile touches the corner of his mouth. I
smile back. It's the tentative, fragile truce of two people
(27:07):
who know each other too well to stay mad. The
toxic air clears, and we're just us again. I glance
at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and my heart
stops for a completely different reason. Drew, what time does
Gran's branch start in?
Speaker 1 (27:23):
Oh? Shit, shit, we're late, We're so so late.
Speaker 4 (27:29):
The truce is shattered by pure, unadulterated panic. We're a
frantic blur of motion. I'll shower first, sounds good. I'll
get my clothes ready.
Speaker 1 (27:38):
Her back is to me as she's digging through my dresser.
I'm taking two seconds, I say from the doorway. I'm
in the shower, the hopwater beating against my back, trying
to wash away the last three days of tension. When
I hear the bathroom door open.
Speaker 4 (27:54):
Drew, are you decent? I need to brush my teeth
and do my makeup, and we have no time.
Speaker 1 (28:00):
Well, if by decent you mean am I naked in
the shower, then yeah, I'm decent. But the shower has
frosted glass, So whatever, do your makeup thing.
Speaker 4 (28:09):
I rush in the room, already a cloud of steam.
I can see a shape through the glass, a tall,
broad shouldered silhouette. I grab my toothbrush, squeeze paste onto it,
and start brushing My eyes on my own reflection in
the flogged up mirror, but I can't help it. My
gaze trifts to the reflection of the shower stall behind me.
(28:29):
The glass is frosted, but it's not that frosted. I
can see his outline clearly. He turns to rinse his hair,
and oh, oh my, I can see the distinct, heavy
shadow of his cock, even in its resting state. It's impressive.
Then as I watch he turns and I see it
(28:52):
from the side, it's it's getting harder, just a little.
He's in the shower alone, and he's slowly getting hard.
Is that for me? Is he thinking about me? The
memory of his erection thick and hot against my ass,
and the dark floods my senses. My stomach tightens, my
(29:15):
pussy is suddenly achingly hot, Drew, I need shower time. Chop, chop.
The water shuts off. A moment later, he slides the
door open and steps out, a white towel wrapped low
around his hips. He's haul damp skin and broad, the
fine chest, his hair dripping. He doesn't meet my eyes,
(29:36):
just grabs his toothbrush as I push past him. I
step into the warm, wet stall, pulling the glass door shut,
and then slip off my nightgown and toss it over
the shower glass.
Speaker 1 (29:46):
I stand at the sink, my back to her, trying
to focus on bushing my teeth. Be a good friend,
Be a good friend, don't be a creep. The water
turns on. I look in the mirror. I can't help it.
She's there, a perfect, steamy silhouette behind the glass. She
raises her arms to wash her hair, and I can
(30:07):
see the full, perfect, unmistakable outline of her breast, the
curve of her waist. I always knew she had great
dits and body, but holy shit, she's fucking gorgeous. My
cock still damp, jerks and hardens, instantly straining against the towel.
She has no idea, I realize, I'm just staring, my
(30:30):
mouth hanging open toothbrush, motionless. I snapped my head back
to my own reflection, my face burning.
Speaker 4 (30:38):
The water is streaming over my body, but I'm hotter
on the inside. I can see a silhouette in the
steamy glass of the shower door. He's standing at the sink,
his back to me, and he's staring. He's staring at me.
He wants me. He was hard in the shower. He's
(30:58):
hard now. I know it. It's not even a guess.
I know it. That look on his face last night,
it doesn't feel like a game to me, It's real
for both of us. My god, this entire time. I've
been pining for my best friend and he's been pining
for me. The thought is a detonation. I have to know,
(31:23):
I have to risk it all. An idea enters my head.
It's provocative, it's kind of devious, it's crazy in a
Drew way. It's fun and it's so us Drew. Do
you mind giving me a hand?
Speaker 1 (31:42):
I spit into the sink. The toothbrush clatters against the porcelain.
Speaker 4 (31:47):
Uh, what can you just come in here and give
me a hand?
Speaker 1 (31:52):
Wait? What does that even mean? Like wash my back?
Is this a test? Is she joking? She's naked. You
don't say come in here when you're naked unless something
is really wrong, or or if I brain is short circuiting.
Don't move. She's definitely joking. A beat of silence passes,
(32:12):
filled only by the sound of the shower.
Speaker 4 (32:14):
Oh, and I don't want you to get your towel wet,
so maybe just come in naked.
Speaker 1 (32:20):
Holy shit, she's not choking. She's asking me to get
in a shower with her naked. My heart is a
drum against my ribs. My cock is so hard it's
a painful, throbbing egg. This is real this is happening.
I let the towel drop to the wet tile floor.
(32:40):
My hand is trembling as I slide the frosted glass
door open.
Speaker 4 (32:44):
The door slides open. He's wow, he's todch has drew anymore.
He's magnificent. His shoulders are broad, his chest defined and
dusted with dark hair. And oh, my eyes are drawn down.
His cock is standing straight out, thick and heavy and
glistening in the mist. It's even bigger than I thought.
(33:08):
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Speaker 1 (33:12):
The steam hits my face, but it's her that takes
my breath. She's perfect. Water streams over her shoulders, down
her full breast. Her nipples are tight and hard and
perfectly pink. Her stomach is soft, her hips curve beautifully,
and the dark wet curls between her legs. I'm completely lost.
(33:34):
My cock jerks again, impossibly harder.
Speaker 4 (33:38):
I see his eyes drop to my breast, then to
my pussy, then back to my eyes, and I look
at his cock again. It's so hard.
Speaker 1 (33:49):
You uh need a hand.
Speaker 4 (33:52):
I nod while smiling at him. I take his hand,
his big, warm, strong hand, and I dyed it down
my stomach through the warm water and slide it between
my legs.
Speaker 1 (34:03):
Her hand is on mine, and then, oh god, she's
so hot, so incredibly wet. My fingers slide right into
her slick liquid folds. She's already dripping for me. I
find her clit, a hard hidden button under the slick curls,
and I circle it with my thumb. She gasps, her
(34:24):
head falling back against the tiled wall, the water splashing
over her face. I slid one finger inside her, then two.
She moans a low sound that mixes perfectly with the
pulsing water. She pushes her hips against my hand.
Speaker 4 (34:40):
Drew. His thumb is on my clit and his fingers
are inside me. It's the best feeling I've ever had.
I think I need more than a hand.
Speaker 1 (34:50):
Yes, I pull my hand away, and she whimpers, I
can't wait another second. I take her shoulders, my hands
slipping on her wet skin, and gently turn her lean
against the wall. My voice is a low growl. I
don't even recognize.
Speaker 4 (35:06):
Oh my god, he's going to fuck me against the wall.
This is my dream, only it's in this hot, wet,
steamy shower, and not a dusty old room. I can't
help but smile. The reality is so much better than
the fantasy. I lean my hands flat against the cool,
wet tile. I bent over my ass out the hot
water streaming down my back. I am so exposed, so ready.
(35:32):
I feel him step between my legs. I feel his
hand on my hip, then I feel his cock. He
presses the head of it against my wet pussy and
I shudder. He's so thick. He just holds it there,
teasing me, and I can't take it. I push back,
trying to take him in.
Speaker 1 (35:53):
She pushes back, and I'm lost. I grip her hips
and thrust forward. I've had to use lube on most
of my gown friends because well, I think you can
figure out why. But so she's so wet. I slide
deep inside her with one perfect, all consuming stroke, and
oh my god, it's like my cock was designed just
for her pussy. She moans, a soft sound of pure pleasure.
(36:18):
She's perfectly tight and so so hot, Sophia. I press
my forehead against her wet back. I pull out agonizingly
slow all the way to the head and then just
pound back into her. She meets my thrust, her hand
flying down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit.
Speaker 4 (36:40):
He's inside me. He's so big, he feels me completely.
He's fucking me. My best friend is fucking me against
the shower wall. It's hard and fast, and it's the
best sex of my life. I'm stroking myself, my hips
matching his frantic, powerful rhythm. Hot water is streaming over us,
(37:02):
washing away years of doubt, of only friendship, of faking it.
Fuck Drew, don't stop, keep fucking me, Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me. I'm so close. His thrusts are so desperate,
slamming into me, and my fingers are a blur. I
come with a strangled scream, my body confulsing around his cock.
Speaker 1 (37:27):
Her pussy clenches around me, a hot, wet vice, and
it's too much. I've grown a deep, primal sound and
empty myself deep inside her, my body shaking as I
come and come and come. We stand there for a
long second, panting, the water streaming over us. My cock
(37:50):
is still very deep inside her. I can feel her
orgasm still echoing. Her muscle's fluttering around me. She leans
back and I hold her in my arms. I'm inside her,
and she lifts her arms and holds my head in
her hands. I'm kissing her neck, and we are one.
And then I hear the distant sound of my gran's
(38:11):
voice from downstairs, barely audible over the shower.
Speaker 6 (38:14):
Andrew, Ava, are you two coming down? Brunch is getting cold.
Speaker 1 (38:20):
I pull out of her and let the water course
over me. As she turns and we look at each other.
She's smiling, and I'm smiling. I don't know what to say,
maybe there's nothing to say, but then she leans forward.
Speaker 4 (38:33):
We should get moving. We are so late. We're a frantic,
giggling mess, teling off, pulling on clothes. My hair is
a disaster and my skin is flashed it. I've never
felt happier in my life. We tumble down the stairs
and I grab his hand just as we enter the
dining room.
Speaker 6 (38:52):
Well, look at you two, finally awake. You look flushed,
all that rushing, I suppose.
Speaker 4 (38:58):
I glance at Drew's dad, expecting some kind of inappropriate remark,
but he's thankfully looking at his phone. We take our seats.
Drew's knee is pressed against mine during the meal, as
his mother is passing the fruit salad. I leaning close,
my lips, brushing his ear. I didn't even have a
chance to give you a blow job. I feel him tense.
(39:21):
I slide my hand under the table, find his thigh
and squeeze. My finger's brushing the very noticeable and already
growing bulgs in his pants.
Speaker 1 (39:30):
I almost dropped my fork. I turned to her, my
heart hammering. She's got to look in her eyes of pure,
delicious wickedness. I love it. Oh, my dear Sophia too
can play this game. I leaned toward her and whisper,
and I didn't have a chance to use my tongue
to lick you until you scream. She turns to me.
(39:53):
We're just staring at each other, smiling so widely. I'm
wondering what the family thinks, but the rest of the
room just fad It's away tonight sixty nine. I nod
sixty nine. I feel her hand on my leg under
the table, a secret promise. I take it, lift it
and kiss her fingers, and then place it on top
(40:15):
of the table, lacing my fingers through hers.
Speaker 4 (40:18):
He's holding my hand in front of his entire family,
but it's not for them, not anymore. I look at
him and he just smiles, a slow, easy smile that's
all for me. My God, this is real.
Speaker 1 (40:34):
I'm holding her hand and I don't care who sees.
I'm not faking. I'm never letting her go. Graham, did
you know that Ava's actual name is Sophia and her
entire family calls her that she changed it to Ava
in college as there was another Sophia on the debate team.
Kran looks up from the bowl of mashed potatoes she's carrying. Well,
(40:56):
we are family too, She looks offended. I waited so
long to tell her.
Speaker 6 (41:01):
You will be Sophia from now on.
Speaker 1 (41:03):
She looks at me and gives me a stern look.
Speaker 6 (41:06):
You too, young man. No college fakery for you either.
She's Sophia to all of us.
Speaker 1 (41:12):
Okay, no fakery.
Speaker 3 (41:18):
Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
tenth Muse Studio.
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