After the Cum, the Proposal. He arrived as if he didn't want anything—my longtime friend, the kind of friendship that, every now and then, gets lost between the sheets. The connection was always easy: the conversation flowed, the laughter flowed freely… and the excitement, inevitable. That afternoon was no different. Few words, lots of touching. The chemistry already knew where to start. We had sex as always: intense, captivating, 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 playful expression. "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 could fuck me first and declare himself later. But that's life, right? At least I came first, lol.