Mac looked at the screen. He blinked once, twice. He couldn't believe what she had just wrote, was it for someone else? He looked at the word 'detective'. Was she seeing someone in the lab? He then looked at 'Dark haired, green eyed'. That would rule out- Danny,Sheldon, Don? He thought. No not Don... he has definitely got blue eyes..Oh shit he thought. The only dark haired, green eyed detective in the lab was himself !He thought. His heart was beating rapidly ,he was drunk him self now, having necked his 3rd beer down. He didn't usually drink because he couldn't handle it. He said goodbye to Peyton, wanting to go to bed but now he wasn't going to bed. Too much curiosity to leave it alone. He looked at the message again. She can't stop thinking about me, and us together? He had to admit, before he got with Peyton, he always thought about Stella . She was the most beautiful women ,after Claire ,he had ever seen in his life and if he had the chance to be with her, he would jump at it if he didn't have reservations wether it would ruin there long term friendship.

He jumped as the computer screen gave off a loud ding.

Stella: Have you looked at it yet ,Don?

What the fuck. He thought.DON! He mentally screamed. It was for Don, since when was they together!He knew it was too good to be true. He contemplated closing the computer and just go to bed but he wanted to know what the picture and video was of. He was onto his 5th beer now, and couldn't see what the fuck he was suppose to be writing. So what if it was suppose to be for Don. He didn't really care .

Mack: m no m goin 2 now give me a minute.

He opened the picture and nearly fell of his chair. There she was... laying on the bed, one leg cocked, her hands cupping her breast and pushing them together exposing her ample sized chest to his viewing pleasure. And her shaved pussy, smooth and slick with wetness. After staring at the picture, he realises he's hard beneath his jeans. A flood of guilt flows through him as he feels guilty of pretending to be Don and not closing the picture straight away and deleting it ,because the message wasn't meant for him, it's wrong. He shouldn't be aroused at the gorgeous grecian body on the computer,he has a girlfriend,she should be the one on the computer screen. Not Stella . But fucking hell, he is a man and not had sex since Peyton stayed in London 2 months ago. Stella out done any model in a Porn Magazine he saw. He closes the picture , not deleting it, just closing it down and paused to breath. His breath is coming out in pants through sheer arousal. His cock is still straining against his jeans, hasn't gone down, not when he can't get that damn picture out of his mind. He wondered if he should open the video, having a incline on what it might lets out a low growl at the knot his thoughts have formed and presses the heel of his hand to his crotch once, picks up his 5th beer and finishing it and opened his final one.Fuck it he thought. He needs this, a little pick-me-up and if that meant pretending to be someone else, then so be it. It's not like i'm having sex with her. He a little harmless fun. Tonight, Mac Taylor was Don Flack.

He undid his jeans button and fly to relieve the pressure his hard-on is cause him. He wants it to go down naturally, not wanting to jerk off to a fucking picture of his best friend. No matter how gorgeous,sexy...MAC! He mentally scolds him self. He shouldn't be thinking of her this way but she made him so damn hard, so damn horny, never in his life has he felt a solid erection like the one he has got now.

He opens the video and his eyes bug wide once again. She is on the bed, her legs parted showing her glistening opening and her swollen clit and rubbing her tits with a vibrator. Mac stares wide-eyed now and takes of his jeans reviling black boxers which were stretched to the limit. Fucking hell, this is better than any porn film I thinks. His cock pushing against the fabric, outlining it and showing a damp spot, slick with pre-cum. He moans as the video continues playing and he pushing his boxers down and his rock hard cock springs out and stands straight up to the ceiling. He wraps his fingers round the base and slowly inches them up the shaft and uses his thumb to smear the pool of pre-cum that accumulated on top of the bell-end. He doesn't feel guilty now, drunk on seeing her body and the alcohol he has consumed. He sees her ram her pussy with her vibrator and wishing he was there doing that to her with her legs over his shoulders and going deep into her sheath. Or his favourite sex position- doggy style whilst he cups her tits and rams his cock , rough and fast. 'Oh yeah baby, fuck your tight little pussy'. He whispers. His hand's moving faster now, his jaw is twitching and he's cupping his balls with his other hand, massaging and wishing it was her small hands, wishing that she was in front of him now with those dark lined eyes and full lips. He stands up as he feels his realise coming close, her moans of delight spur him evan more on. He loves it when a girl moans during sex, it turns him on. He has the perfect view of her whole pussy now and as if by magic, they both cum at the same time, ''FUCCCCCCCKKKK' he hears Stella scream and he is also moaning her name as he jets hot streams of thick cum on the computer screen where her pussy is , imagining that it was going into her slows down his movements until he is completely spent. He looks at the soaked cum stained screen and feels happy with himself , never has he cum so hard in his then sees Stella smile at the camera and say 'I love you baby' wishing it was him she was saying it to and then the computer screen goes blank.

He grabs a tissue and cleans the screen and for some stupid reason, decides to call Stella.

Ring Ring

''Bonasera''.He hears Stella slur a bit.

''Hey, video youu sent me waass amazing, thankss baby''. He slurs

Stella immediately perks up at what he just said.

''What video''. She slightly snaps.

'' The onee which was meant for Don''.

Stella's apartment

She nearly drops the phone at what he just quickly hangs up and she nearly could she of been so stupid. Stupid fucking Wine. She contemplates for a moment and a grin breaks out . Its only Mac, not like it was some unknown perv, she knows that he might be sexually frustrated and it's only a bit of harmless fun.

Mac's apartment

Why did he just do that? Why did he decide to call Stella and thank her for giving him the most amazing orgasm of his life?. He feels stupid now, she is probably really embarrassed and things won't be the same now because he just told her that he seen a video of her, pleasuring herself for another man. Just as he was going to apologise for what he just done, a message pops up from Stella.

Stella: Did you enjoy it?

He is shocked she asked him that. Of course he fucking enjoyed it, he has never felt such a enormous realise in his life. Sitting down at the computer, he quickly types back.

Mack: Oh yes Stella, yor so gorgus Im so sorry that I opened it, I honstly thogt it was for me.

Stella wonders why he is typeing so weird. Was he drunk like she was? Eather way, she didn't care at this moment of time.

Stella: It's ok, just don't tell ANYONE about it .

Mack: Of course not,so when did u start seing don?

Stella: After the whole Jess thing, we both just comforted each other one night and we both realised we needed each other. I was hurt, so was he so it just happened...

Mack: Oh ok..

There's a moment of silence in both apartments as there is no typing going on. Neather one not knowing what to say next. Sort of a awkward atmosphere even though its over the internet.

Stella: What did u think about whilst you was watching it?What did I do to you?She boldly asks. Biting her lip as she becomes more confident.

Mac looks at the screen again and smiles. He startes to become hard again at the thought of telling her how he felt .He takes him self in his hand, stroking softly this time wanting to prolong the pleaure.

Mack: ur drivng me crazy, stell. i cant stp thinnking about u, abot u straddling my lap. aabout how i wish itt was ur hand on my cock rihgt now

Stella feels a gush of arousal hit her body. She has never dreamed of Mac that way before, he was her boss, best friend but the thought of actually doing something with him made her wet..She doesn't care about Don at this moment of time, the Wine made her brain fuzzy and tonight, she is having cyper fun.

Stella: imagine I'm there, straddling you…what would you do?

Mack: Kiss you, your neck,, and put my hands on youyr thighs..i can feel you, pressing against me.

Stella: mmm yes Mac, I feel you're hard cock pressing against my big are you Mac?. She couldn't believe what she had just asked! She just asked her best friend and boss how big his cock was.

Mack: m 7inches and thick too. Wanna c a pcture?

Stella's mouth suddenly gapes open. What the fuck, he must be really drunk he would never do something like that!

Stella: Yes

She feels excited now, he hand traveling under the shorts she is wearing to press against her naked clit, t's not enough pressure or friction but it's better than nothing. A few moments later, he phone vibrates to life, her heart is racing in anticipation of what she is about to see and she slowly presses the button. She gasps at the picture. He had the biggest cock she had ever seen, it was beautiful. Smooth with a pink bell-end, little curls of dark pubic hair and a thick , he was right it was thick, thicker than her vibrator. Peyton is so lucky...Wow where did that come from Stella?She ask's her has Don, but oh, is so good.She then notices a message from Mac.

Mack:Do u lik it Stell? are u wet just lokig at it.

Stella: Yes, im touching my wet pussy now, thinking about your hard cock.

God damn it, she must be trying to kill him, he can't take this and he increases his speed, grips his flesh harder and lets out a shuddering breath as he types one handed.

Mack: wht r u wearing,, Stell tell me.

Stella: Short's and a t-shirt.

Mack: Is it 1 of thm low cut ons Stell, I love them on you. I alwys look at ur tit's when ur nt loking.

She grins as she saw what he wrote. She knows he looks, she has caught him a few times when he thinks she didn't notice.

Stella: No, it's a tank top

Mack: Wht r u wearing undernth them?

Stella: Nothing.

He can picture her, mostly, but he needs more from her if he can't actually put his mouth on her body. He's tensing, the sensations are getting to be too much as he moves his wrist,slows his strokes his cock knowing he will cum soon , and he stops to type again.

Mack: are you in your bedroom?

She carries her laptop to her room, knowing Mac would want her in the bedroom, and sits on the bed. Laptop on her lap.

Stella: I am now.

Mack:are you on ur bed?

Stella: Yes

She feels wetter than ever now, loving the fact that she still does what he wants evan through the internet.

Mack:fuck

Mack: take your shorts off

She's not sure which causes her to moan out loud, the expletive or the final message, but she's sort of panting as she does as he says.

Mack: Are they off?

Her computer dings with a new message and she looks down as she dips her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and drags them down, off of her legs and drops them on the floor.

Stella: yes

It's killing him now, picturing all of this and not being able to do anything more than grope himself and think of her doing the same. He wants this, her, like this, but what he really wants is more, is her in front of him, so he can see the passionate look in her eyes, the slight flaring of her nose when she gasps for breath as he brings her to orgasm.

Mack: I want u to toch urself for me Stella, magin its me there with u. Strokin ur nipples with my tongue and fingerings ur tight pussy, getting ready to fuck u.

She is, she's touching herself quickly and trying to type and that's the worst part about all of this because she doesn't want to have to make sense, she just wants to feel . She's been close for a while now, her tension is mounting, has been since she seen the pic of his cock and his commanding presence, but the constant let down while she types is getting to her. She starts to think that if she doesn't come soon she'll keeps rubbing circles on her clit, types her response with her free hand.

He strokes his cock harder, alternating from hard strokes to soft strokes as he pictures her small fingers between her thighs, her skin wet and slick and knows that she would taste amazing.

Mack: Are you doing it Stell?

Stella: I'm touching myself, rubbing my clit, and wishing it were you, that you would touch me like this

Mack : r u fingering urself?

Stella: Yes, two fingers slick with my juices, going in and out wishing it was you.

He's been so close this entire time but her typing, the fact that perfect Stella Bonasera is so fucking turned on right now and he feels the same way, is making him evan hornier.

Mack: i wante to se u on ur bed, to see your spsreaded legs out on mmydesk when evryone has gne out of the lab and bury my face in your pussy, taste youas u com apart.

Stella: I want to feel yu, too.

She's still stroking herself, her circles are getting tighter on her clit, she's getting closer, and she hopes he knows how they do this because she's new to this, to all of this, but she knows that she wants him to fall over this edge with her.

Mack: wev been dnying ech other fo years now Stell, I lve you

Stella can't think straight at the moment due to the fact that she is on the verge of a amazing orgasm.

Stella: i'm close Mack, i dont think i can hold back.

He's close himself now, rubbing his cock faster and faster at lightning speed.

Mack: me too, comw with me.

Her mouth is dropping open as her eyes slide closed. Rachel can see him, his expression mirroring hers as she leans her head back against her pillow as she squirts her orgasme, moaning his name.

He just keeps stroking, harder and faster until his balls tighten under his hand and his back straightens and finally, white sticky fluid shoots in the air and lands on his t-shirt and dribbling down his closed fist. 'Oh fuck Stel'. He shouts in exersy.

Stella:Are you ok?

Ok? he's more than ok, but nearly dropping to the floor after another intense orgasme. Twice in one night he shot his load. Fuck.

Mack: m fine thanks that was amzing , guna clean up n go to bed. Tierd .

Stella has to go now and clean up to but she knows that this isn't over for the both of them deciding to face it tomorrow, if she has to, before things get too awkward.

Stella: Ok, goodnight.

Mack: g'night.

A/N. Hope you liked it. Shall i continue? do i need to continue? if u want me to continue please PM me on possible chapters or just press the review button for some suggestions.