But I’m not trying to prove anything. What drives me is pure and simple want.
It’s too strong to fight. It’s overwhelming. It’s fierce and dangerous, like a wild animal finally set free.
Part of me thinks it’s for the best that she’s not on the same page. That it’s safer.
And this may be simply an experiment for her, but she seems to be enjoying every second of our lab test. She arches her hips, such a desperate thing.
And it’s so arousing that my dick throbs insistently.
“I will make sure beyond any reasonable doubt that you come hard for a second time, maybe even a third. Sound about right?”
She moans. “Sounds perfect.”
Getting on the bed, I wrap my hands around her ankles, opening her legs.
But she shakes her head. “Let me be on top.”
“What the lady wants.” I flop onto the mattress as she shifts, straddling me. I reach for the condom, open the packet, then roll it down my length.
With avid eyes, she watches me, a wild sort of hunger in her gaze. It’s something I’ve never seen there before. Something I never expected from her.
But it’s incredibly erotic to experience her like this.
To see my friend come alive in a whole new way in the bedroom.
As she settles her knees on either side of me, I don’t need any proof to know I want so much more than one time with her.
Because I’ve been wanting her for a long, long time.
How did I not realize it sooner? I’ve been craving this, denying this. Moments over the last few years flash before me. Snapshots of the flush on her chest, my gaze on her lips, our bodies nearly touching.
The way I felt.
How I reacted.
I shoved all those wants away each time, ignoring, denying.
Pretending.
That was where I was truly faking it.
Now, here I am with her for real, and I’m pretty sure my want is so much more than physical.
It’s hitting me in a much deeper way.
And evidently, like a stupid idiot, it took me getting naked with her to learn I really, really like her.
On a whole lot of levels.
Even if she’s only feeling it on one level.
I’ll have to take what I can get.
27SUMMER
I hardly feel like me.
Gone is the outgoing, upbeat, peppy, positive Summer.
I’m suddenly this wildly different woman.
I’m lust-drenched and dipped in desire, rolled in it from head to toe like a sugar coating.
As Oliver sheathes himself, I’m vibrating with desire.
I’m enrobed in lust.
I can’t entirely believe I’m doing this.
I’m about to fuck my best friend, and a part of me wonders why we waited so long to cross this line.
Here in my room, everything about us together feels . . . undeniable, like maybe all our touches, all our teasing, and all our kissing was always pointing right to this.
He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as I position myself over him. I take his cock in my hand, and I breathe out, hard. It’s a relief and a thrill all at once to touch him at last. To touch the man I’ve been crushing on for years.
And the only way—literally the only way—I can get through the sheer intensity of this moment is to act like it’s just a game, an experiment.
But it’s so much more.
