One of the most frustrating things in life is lusting after your best friend's girl. Not only is she doing things with your best friend that you can only dream about, but you have to be in her company, bathe in her beauty, and never even touch her.
Kyle hated being around her. Somehow his best friend John always seemed to find girls that were incredible in Kyle's eyes, pretty, smart, sexy, just like she was. All too frequently John didn't appreciate them though, something that didn't help Kyle's frustrations at all. Amber was the latest in a lengthening line of girlfriends John had introduced him to and then appeared to lose interest in after only a few weeks. A tall blonde administrator in a finance company with a winning smile and a fantastic figure, Kyle felt sorry for her not getting more of his friend's attention, but more than anything he wished she was his girl.
John's girlfriends normally just disappeared, never heard of again as he moved on to the next one. Kyle often wished he had their numbers but some stupid macho gene stopped him from ever asking John for them. Enough was enough though and he vowed to change that. Seeing Amber every week and watching as she got less of John's attentions, he had already resolved to asked for her number when John stopped seeing her, macho gene or not.
The night he got the call it was the last thing he as expecting.
"Hi. Kyle? It's Amber."
"Hi." He knew it was her voice, but couldn't imagine why she was calling.
"Look," she sounded quite serious, "I know this sounds a bit strange, but do you think we could talk a little?"
"Sure." He shrugged his shoulders even though she couldn't see him. "Go ahead."
"I kind of meant, like, over a coffee or something." This time he caught a few notes of clandestine activity in her voice. "I'd... well, I'd like to talk to you about John. If that's okay with you?"
They arranged to meet at a coffee shop near her apartment. Kyle took a quick shower and drove off to meet her wondering what it could be about. He wondered whether he should be meeting her at all, maybe he shouldn't be talking about John behind his back. When it was all said and done though, the prospect of spending an hour or two across the table from a beautiful girl and the fact that John was already losing interest in her cleared his conscience.
Amber was dressed a little more casually than he was used to seeing her when they were out at a bar or somewhere. She had on a pink summer top that revealed a lot of skin and ample cleavage and when she stood up from her table to say hello Kyle saw that she was wearing a short powder blue skirt with a black belt. He kissed her cheek and hugged her loosely then asked if she wanted another coffee. She nodded, seemingly not quite able to start the conversation she wanted.
While he waited for their drinks he frequently glanced over at the divine creature that apparently needed his help or advice. Amber's blonde hair hung around her shoulders, straight but full of body. Her face smiled naturally with bright, intelligent, eyes, bright teeth, full pink-tinted lips, a nose that curved perfectly and held up the blue-tinted frameless glasses she was wearing. Kyle had never seen her with glasses before and assumed that she wore contacts when they were out. They made his heart beat a little faster though; he had always had a "thing" for women in glasses.
When he got back to the table they joked about how coffee was getting as expensive as alcohol and how coffee shops were getting more like bars every day. Kyle mentioned her glasses, complimented her on them and the small talk gradually died.
"So, what's this about John then?" Kyle decided to save her the pain of bringing the subject up.
Amber sipped at her drink, looking like she was delaying her answer just a little more. "Well," she paused to put the cup down, "I was just wondering if he'd said anything about me? Maybe said I'd done anything wrong?" Kyle shrugged and shook his head. "It's just that he seems to be... well, like he doesn't care for me too much anymore. He says he does, but he doesn't call and, you know, doesn't pay me much attention."
Despite almost knowing that this was what she would want to talk about, it was Kyle's worst fear. Now what did he say? It was his turn to use his drink to delay his answer. "John doesn't say much about girlfriends." He started. "He hasn't said anything about you, certainly not that you've done something wrong or anything like that."
At first Amber seemed a little disappointed in his answer, and then she smiled. "I guess that's good then. It's been hard to figure him out these last couple of weeks."
Kyle watched the beautiful creature in front of him smile and wanted to tell her that this was all just normal behavior for his friend but he neither felt it was his place to break her heart, or rat out on John. "I thought you guys were getting on pretty good."
"Yes." Amber smiled now. "He's been good for me. John's a nice guy and well, it's just been a lot of fun with him, up until the last week or two anyway."
"I'm sure he'll be back to normal soon." Kyle lied for Amber's sake.
"Yes." She looked down into her coffee, avoiding his eyes. "He hasn't said anything about, you know, not liking what we do... in bed."
Kyle gave a small laugh, he hadn't been expecting that. "Er, no. He's never mentioned anything about that." The silence between them got a bit heavier as it hung around for almost a minute. "Of course," he laughed again, "now that you've mentioned there's something in that area you're worried about, you've got my curiosity meter peaking. Maybe you should tell me all about it."
"No, I shouldn't, it's not..."
He could tell that despite her reluctance to open up about it, she really wanted to. "Look, we're friends, right? It's okay. Tell me what it is. I won't discuss it with John, we don't talk about things like that."
"You won't?"
"Of course not."
"Okay, I'll tell you." Amber shuffled her seat and moved a few inches closer to him across the table. "Well, we have this thing that we do, like, in bed, very intense, amazing really. It's probably been the best... sex I've ever had, with anyone. It was just something we started together and now John doesn't seem to want to do it anymore. I'm kind of worried he was going off me because I liked it so much and wanted to do it so often. I don't understand it. It was always really good for him too. He said so."
I refrained from informing her that my friend might not have been completely truthful with her at times. "You still haven't told me what it is."
