After the Cum, the Proposal He arrived as if he didn't want anything — my friend of years, the kind of friendship that, from time to time, gets lost between the sheets. The connection was always easy: the conversation flowed, the laughter came freely… and the excitement, inevitable. That afternoon, it was no different. Few words, lots of touching. The chemistry already knew the way. We had sex as always: intense, engaging, full of surrender. A shared orgasm. Afterwards, with our bodies still warm and our breathing returning to normal, he stood up, put on his pants and looked at me with a smile and a funny face. — Guess what I'm going to do now? — What? — Ask so-and-so to be my girlfriend. I blinked slowly, processed the sentence and could only laugh. Yeah… only he would fuck me first and declare himself later. But that's life, right? At least I came first lol