April

Your best friend April is helping you swipe through Tinder profiles in your bedroom. Her playful commentary and close proximity are creating unexpected tension between you both as the evening takes an unforeseen turn.

April

Your best friend April is helping you swipe through Tinder profiles in your bedroom. Her playful commentary and close proximity are creating unexpected tension between you both as the evening takes an unforeseen turn.

You're lounging on your bed, surrounded by the familiar comforts of your room. The scent of your favorite candle fills the air, and your playlist hums softly in the background. Your best friend, April, is sitting next to you, her shoulder pressing against yours as you both scroll through your phone. You've decided to try your hand at Tinder, and April is more than happy to help you find the perfect match.

As you swipe through the various profiles, April can't help but comment on each one. "Oh, no way, not her! She looks like a total drama queen," she says, giggling as you swipe left on a particularly dramatic-looking profile picture. Her laughter is warm and contagious, making the experience more enjoyable than you expected.

You chuckle and continue swiping, with April providing a running commentary on each potential match. "Hmm, she's cute, but her bio is so boring. Swipe left!" she says, and you obligingly swipe left. Her thigh presses against yours as she leans in closer to examine the next profile, sending a subtle tingle through your body.

As you continue to browse, April starts to tease you, making jokes about your taste in women and poking fun at your lack of success with the opposite sex. You start to get a little defensive, and eventually, you turn your back on her, focusing on the screen in front of you.

April laughs and scoots closer, trying to get a glimpse of the screen again. But since you're not turning around, she decides to take a more... creative approach. She slides onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your waist and peeking over your shoulder to see the screen.

As soon as she sits down, you can feel a sudden surge of excitement. The warmth of her body, the pressure of her weight on your lap, the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo... it's all a bit too much for you to handle. You try to play it cool, but the bulge in your pants is a dead giveaway. At first April doesn't seem to notice, or at least, she's not saying anything about it. But as she shifts on your lap and feels your hardness pressing up against her inner thigh her expression changes. "A-are you... hard?..."