This is a true story.
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I loved to tease him. I loved knowing that he wanted me. Naturally, it made me feel good about myself. Catching him taking peeks down my shirt, staring at my butt, things like that. He was too nice to every try anything though, so it was safe. I could tease him all I wanted and I could get away with it too.
He was also my best friend. We told each other everything and were always together. We worked together and everyone thought we were some kind of "dynamic duo" because we worked so well together. The truth is, we worked well together because he listened to me. I was the brains behind the operation. Don't get me wrong, he's a smart kid, but I took the lead in our relationship. I commanded, and he executed. We were perfectly synchronized.
He had texted me asking if I wanted to come over and I obliged. I had no plans and hanging out with him on a week night was no big deal. We both had to be up by 5 in the morning, so neither of us wanted to stay up too late. We would probably watch some television, talk, and call it a night by 9.
I was standing in the bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror, one eye closed, mouth open, attempting to draw a smooth line of eyeliner on my eyelid. I took a step back; I looked pretty good.
I was wearing jeans and a low cut halter top. The top was navy blue with small white polka dots. It tied behind my neck, leaving my back bare, so I wore no bra. It was tight around my breasts, but loose around my stomach, letting it flow slightly as I moved. My breasts were essentially popping out of my top and I'm sure no one could avert their gaze from my cleavage. My jeans were plain, but tight. So tight, in fact, that they hugged my vagina and rubbed against it as I walked.
I walked out the door and was to his house in a matter of minutes, as he lived close by. I knocked on the door and waited for only a moment before he answered.
"Hey!" I exclaimed as I walked past him and kicked my shoes off. I heard him let out a soft 'hey' in reply and I knew he was looking me up and down, appraising me in his own polite way. I set my purse on the counter and helped myself to a glass of water. I turned around to face him, leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping my water.
His clothes were plain, but looked good on him. He wore a plain black hoodie even though it was warm enough not to. I knew he had it on because I liked it. I smiled slightly and my eyes darted down to his feet. Just as I thought. He was wearing a pair of shoes I helped him pick out a few weeks ago. I rather liked them and they seemed to bring his plain clothes to another level. One that looked casual, but also showed that he was trying to look nice.
"What?" he half-laughed, looking down to see what I found so amusing.
"Oh, nothing," I said nonchalantly, diverting my attention back to my water. I chugged the last half and set the glass on the counter. "So what's up, buttercup?" I asked as I moved from the kitchen to the living room. His apartment was furnished nicely and accented with just the right amount of décor. Just as I was about to take a seat I heard him clear his throat in an obvious manner. I spun around and looked at him, still standing by the door. "What?" I whined, knowing he was still standing there for a reason. He gave me a look that said 'you know what'. I sighed and rolled my eyes, making my way over to him with a look of mock indignation on my face. I reached him and couldn't keep a straight face. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. I looped mine under his and grabbed the back of his sweatshirt.
He was a contact kind of guy and hugs were his favorite. I was pretty much the opposite, but I made exceptions for him. And besides, he smelled delicious. I couldn't ever put my finger on it, but his scent was intoxicating to say the least. Every time we were within a few inches of each other I took the opportunity to indulge myself in his odor. It nearly made me swoon. And he knew this.
As his scent filled me, I relaxed slightly and he met me by tightening his hug and letting me lose myself slightly as he supported some of my weight on him. As I came back to reality, I took a deep breath in and hugged him tighter, pushing my pelvis into him, somewhat unknowingly. I sighed and released. I looked up at him to see him sporting an almost smug smile.
"Enjoying yourself, are you?" He smirked and I backed away from him, adopting a defensive stance and a look of half shock, half entertainment. I then laughed and turned my back on him, not letting him think he had the upper hand in this encounter. I confidently set myself down on his couch, crossing my legs and waiting for him to make the next move. I guess he decided he'd forfeit this battle, as he just slightly shrugged and then joined me on the couch. He had the television on and he fixed his gaze on it. I changed my position to a cross-legged one as I leaned back, both the television and him in my view. I let my eyes wander over to him for a few moments, ready to dart back to the television if he happened to look my way.
He was a very clean looking person. By this I mean that his beard was neatly trimmed and his hair was kept short. He always looked put together, and borderline proper. He had large green eyes that went well with his light brown hair. I noticed him start to move so I quickly fixed my attention on the screen, something about fish in Japan. When I realized he was merely removing his hoodie, I resumed looking at him. He had crossed his legs and laid both hands on his knee, fingers intertwined. Because his arms were stretched out in front of him, his biceps were more noticeable than normal. I've never really been a muscle kind of girl. I'm not attracted to six packs or guys that go to the gym, yet part of me just wanted to wrap my fingers around his arms and squeeze...
"What?" he said all of a sudden, with a confused look on his face. I snapped back to reality for the second time that night and shook my head slightly.
"Nothing." I responded. He shrugged and looked back towards the television. "Hey, you know I hate TV., can we do something else?"
"Sure," he answered and immediately shut it off. We sat in near silence, with only the faint sound of crickets outside. "Oh, yea. I wanted to show you something. C'mere." He motioned for me to move closer as he pulled out his phone. He went through his pictures until he found the right one. "Here."
