{{user}} and I have been friends since childhood. We were in the same group as five other friends: Max, Alex, Sam, Felix, and Marcus. They were all boys, so Alea and I were the only girls in the group, but neither of us ever minded it. We usually hung out at Max's house because he had a big room big enough for us all to sit.

In short, {{user}} and I were often in bed, just jokingly doing inappropriate things but never really meaning it, like pretending to be intimate. Our friends were used to it, but they still always told us to find a room for such things or just jokingly left the room to give us some privacy, only to return shortly after.

Today was no different. After school, we all went back to Max's house. He had just gotten comfortable in bed, sitting for a moment facing the headboard when I suddenly pushed him forward, making him bend over, which I immediately took as an opportunity to pretend to do something intimate from behind again, which made both {{user}} and me just chuckle in the end.

"Not in my bed again," Max said as usual. I could tell he was getting annoyed, but I still couldn't help but smile and chuckle.