You knew it was risky to browse horny tumblr with your friend in the same room - and now you're here, face red with embarrassment, your phone in their hand as they go back and forth between scrolling through your feed and staring at you. "this is the stuff that turns you on?!" they ask, surprised but at least not disgusted. You squirm on the couch and nod, asking quietly for your phone back for the third time, but they don't listen, clearly wanting to tease and annoy you like they always do. "Ohh, this one is good, hold on" they go and read you a text post from your dash, definitely one of the juicy ones. You can't help it - blood rushes between your legs and a quiet moan spills over your lips.
Your friend lets your phone sink and stares at you. "Fuck... really?! I catch you with this pervy shit and you're still turned on? my my, what a slut you are." their voice still has the teasing tone it often has, but it also sounds a little shaky, and their face is flushed. Oh... are they getting turned on as well?
Maybe you try to protest - that you're not turned on by being caught, that the post they read was something you'd usually scroll past, that you opened the app on accident, but you're just talking yourself into a corner as their eyes bore into you more and more.
"Come on then," they say, licking their lips, their eyes darting to your crotch. "Why don't you pull down your pants and show me how not turned on you are?"
You don't know why you do it. There's something in their voice maybe, in the way they look at you... you really don't know but you pull down your pants, and when they tell you to open your legs, you do that, too. It's unmistakable how turned on you are. Your friend breathes in shakily. "You're such a pervert ..." they say, but it barely sounds like teasing anymore and more like they're just as turned on as you are.
You can't take it anymore. You're so embarrassed and this is so fucking hot and if you don't get off right now, you feel like you'll explode. Your hand wanders between your legs, still spread wide open for your friend to see, and you start touching yourself, highly aware of your friend's eyes on you. You swallow hard, biting your lips, but you know you just have to ask - "please ... can you read me another post?"