Jillian hung up the phone and realized that her hand was shaking nervously when she did so. The blood was rushing through her veins with an excitement that she hadn’t felt in over a year. What had she just agreed to? Everything was happening so quickly that she was overwhelmed by it all. This was Alex’s best friend!
Alex was her boyfriend of eighteen months. He was a good-looking man in his early twenties. He had a good head on his shoulders, and he treated Jill very well. She loved him dearly. So what the hell did she just do?
She has met all of his friends at one time or another - some were attractive, some were not. So what made Steve so special? He was attractive, sure. Gorgeous even. Tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes…but what set him apart from Alex’s other attractive buddies? Perhaps she was excited by the fact that Steve was her boyfriend’s best friend. That it was such a taboo, so off-limits that the prospect intrigued her sexually. No, that was something she would not admit to herself. Besides, who said anything about sex?
She had a connection with Steve. A strong one. Not as strong as with Alex, but one that was different somehow. At first, he would phone for Alex and on those occasions where Alex was not home, that would be the end of it. As the weeks rolled by, Steve and Jill would make small talk on the phone before hanging up. Whenever the three of them hung out for drinks, either alone or in a larger group, they all got along very well. Sure, she would check him out every so often, but she checked out lots of guys. It’s human nature.
As for Steve, when he first laid eyes on Jill he knew his pal had struck gold. The immediate yearning that he felt for her when they first met was powerful. Every time he saw her after that, the yearning grew to be painful. She was incredible. Absolutely gorgeous. Dark, straight hair that was perfect whether it flowed down just past her shoulders, or was up. The rest of her was no less perfect. Captivating dark eyes, pouting lips, creamy white skin – a wonderful complexion. She was a petit woman, and Steve liked that. Probably 5’2 or 5’3, 110 pounds soaking wet. Likely even smaller. She had a body that was sculpted straight from his teenage fantasies: perfect breasts (small C or large B), perfect ass, and incredible legs. The word perfect is used a lot when describing Jillian.
By six months into her relationship with Alex, her talks with Steve turned from small talk to long conversations. Six months after that, Steve found he was calling their place to speak with Jill, and not Alex. He would actually be disappointed when Alex answered!
When Steve met her, she was immediately added to the Rolodex of hot women that were stored in his head for the purpose of masturbation. Within a few months, he found that the Rolodex only had one page in it – Jillian. He treasured every glance of skin that he could get of her whenever he was over. When she wore a loose top and bent over in front of him, giving him a brief look at her breasts contained in a white bra. Or when he was sitting with Alex in the living room and caught a glimpse of Jill wearing only a towel and darting from the bathroom to the bedroom. Or that time when they went to the beach and she wore that bathing suit…you get the idea.
Things came to a head about a month ago. The three of them were drunk, and Alex had passed out in the bedroom. Long story short – Steve had kissed her…and she didn’t turn away. In fact, she really got into the kiss, and it wasn’t just the alcohol that made her pussy wet. It was a tingling sensation that was happening in her crotch more and more often when she saw this man. It was only her guilt that broke up the kiss. Or was it the fear of getting caught?
From there, Steve began to come on strong to her over the next few weeks. She found that she didn’t mind. He was popping by more often, hoping to catch Jill alone, but never succeeding. Their phone conversations became more intimate, though neither seemed to cross that line.
That may have ended with the phone conversation that she just had with him. She actually phoned him this time. He had been making overtures to her over the past couple of weeks that the two of them should get together and watch a movie. It was a movie that Alex would never watch with her, so Steve took that as an opening and ran with it. She had been afraid to be alone with Steve for that length of time, and was scared to move forward. Until now.
Tomorrow, she and Alex were to go to his parents place for dinner and spend the evening there. The entire plan seemed quite boring to her, and the more she thought about that movie, and Steve, the more she wanted to skip the visit to the in-laws.
Heart pounding, she picked up the phone and told Steve that she would be trying to get out of the visit, and if so, she would be interested in watching that movie. She told Steve that if she could get out of the visit, she would call him as soon as Alex left. The two ‘friends’ spoke for another half hour before hanging up. Jill realized that she was really wet. Why? It was only a movie! Would Steve try and kiss her? Likely yes, she admitted to herself. Would she kiss back? Definitely not! Alcohol would not be an excuse this time! She had been dying to see the movie, and Steve was cool to hang out with.
The next morning, a Friday, Jillian acted sick. She and Alex went to same university, and they drove in together. In the afternoon, moving forward with her plan, she made Alex miss his last class to take her home – she was burning up! A total lie, of course. The only thing about her that was hot was her crotch!
5:30 rolled around, and Jill was weaker than ever. She was in bed, under the sheets, napping when Alex woke her up to tell her to get ready.
“I can’t do it,” she moaned. “I feel like shit.” How could she lie to her boyfriend like that? The best way for her to deal with that question was to not ask it to herself.
Alex didn’t spend a lot of time trying to change her mind. He understood. After all, she had been sick all day, right?
“Okay.” He relented as he finished getting ready. He walked over to her. “I’ll try not to be too late. I’ll come home at 10 or 11 to take care of you. Alright hunny bunny?”
Jill smiled, weakly, eyes still shut.
“Ohhh, you’re sweet.” She replied. He kissed her forehead, which didn’t feel any hotter than usual (but what did he know?), and then kissed her mouth softly.
“I’ll see you later. I love you!” he said as he walked out of the bedroom.
“I love you, too!” she replied in a sick, husky voice.
She heard the apartment door shut, and she immediately grabbed the cordless by the bed. She quickly dialed Steve’s number.
