We Both Came Watching the Same Screen

The afternoon started with nothing more than two phones and too much free time. We were side by side on her bed, half-watching reels, when she asked me, out of nowhere, if I’d ever watched cosplay porn. I hadn’t. She shifted closer and handed me her screen.

The video was twelve minutes long. By the midpoint, a scene by a pool had the room feeling warmer than it should have. I noticed her breathing change before I noticed mine. Then, without a word, her hand disappeared under her shorts.

“Are you masturbating?” I asked. She said yes, like it was the most natural thing. She told me I should too.

I hesitated. We’d changed in front of each other a hundred times, but this was different. Then she slipped her shorts off entirely and just… waited.

I kept my underwear on at first. Slow, careful. Still very aware of every inch between us. But the video kept going, and the room kept getting warmer, and eventually my panties were just pushed to the side.

We’d glance at each other sometimes. Not saying anything, just looking. Her bare leg kept drifting toward mine, warm skin brushing warm skin, until it was pressed almost all the way up my inner thigh. Close enough that I could feel the heat of her.

When we both finished, we were quiet for a second. Then she laughed softly and went back to her phone.

Nothing between us changed. But nothing was quite the same either.

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