Best Friends
“Why has it taken us so long to do this?! We haven't just
chilled out and had a catch up in so long!” she exclaimed collapsing on the
sofa smiling at her old friend.
“I know,”
he replied. “I guess we just became so busy... life got in
the way of living!”
“Life
should never get in the way of living! We have to do this more. Just meet up,
relax, talk about old times and forget the world. For a couple of hours, we can
be the only two people alive. That's how it used to be, right? Me and you; no-one else got a look in.”
“I know, it
was fun. But I guess back then...”
“What is
with all your guesses?! Stop guessing and start knowing what you want!”
He rested
his tilted head on his hand and gazed at her for a moment. He knew that face so
well. The crooked smile. The tiny gap between her front teeth. The faded scar
near her left ear. The freckles on her nose which only showed up properly in
the sun. All his life he had know that face, that laugh, the twinkle in those
eyes. She had been his best friend for so long, yet they barely saw one another
anymore
“Can you
guess what I want?”
The hairs
on the back of her neck stood on end under his intense gaze. A cold finger ran
down her spine as she felt her blood warm. His deep brown eyes had hers locked
in place, drowning in a dark chocolate pool of something that could only be
called Desire. Her stomach tightened as he inched closer to her.
“I want,”
he murmured quietly, “to...”
She bite
her lip as he moved up the sofa. He was close enough for her to feel the warmth
radiating off his smooth, tanned skin.
“...tickle
you.”
“What?”
Before she
could register it, he was bent over her, tickling her ribs in just the right spot to have her crippled. An involuntary scream
issued itself as her body automatically tightened up to protect itself against
the onslaught.
“Ahhhhhhheeeeeeeee,”
she screeched, laughing as she tried to fend him off. “Yooooouuuu giiiiit!”
They
laughed and yelled as the play fighting continued. Finally, laughing too hard at
her high-pitched yelps, he backed off to catch his breath. As her body unfroze
from its protective tension, she launched herself at her unsuspecting friend.
Grabbing the only cushion that hadn't been tossed to the floor in the scuffle,
she started to beat him with it.
“Ahhhh! No
fair!” he cried as she forced him back against the arm of the sofa. “No weapons
allowed!”
They both
giggled and panted as he tried to grab the cushion from her hands. Holding it
out of his reach, she used her body to pin him down. Finally, her laughing
became so hard that she gave up and collapsed upon his chest gasping for air.
Shaking with his own chuckles, he wrapped his arms around her and stretched
himself out upon the dishevelled sofa.
“Truce!” he
mumbled into her cascade of curls as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Her hair
smelt of strawberries. Had it always smelt of strawberries? Without realising
it he was burying his face in her auburn locks and drawing in deep breaths of
the fruit scented hair. In her attempt to pin him down, she had straddled him,
and he now felt her toned thighs locked around his own, her long, hot body
pressing down. His arms were loosely encircling her, his hands resting on the
middle of her back. Somehow, her tee-shirt had risen up, so that the little
finger of his left hand was touching her supple skin. Should he? He couldn't.
He did. That hand, as if with a life of its own, slowly moved down her spine so
that it rested upon that bare, warm skin.
She felt
the change in his body, the tension building as his hand slipped down her back.
His touch was so soft and gentle, yet it seemed to burn her deeply. Without
realising it, she curved her spine slightly, thrusting her body into his. She felt his body's response. Her heart started to race as this time she
shifted her weight in a more deliberate fashion. She felt him straining against
her. Pressing herself against him hard, she reached out for him as his hands
slid down her body and gripped her pert bottom, pulling her to him with a deep
hunger. Finally she raised her head and looked down upon him. His brown eyes
were burning now with a hot passion. He moistened his lips as he stared up at
her wanton gaze.
The mobile
was vibrating for a few moments before either of them noticed. Her lips looked
so juicy, so red. Phone? Phone. He looked wildly around and saw his mobile sat
on the coffee table next to the old photos she had got out earlier for them to
laugh over. School pictures. Baby pictures. All the memories from a childhood
long gone. Phone. Grabbing it, he looked up at that familiar face once more.
“It's the
wife. I had better take it."
The descriptions are a bit boring. But there is something sexy and evocative about this story. and I like the twist at the end
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