know what that was about. Staking his claim on Brooks? I rub my forehead, as a grin spreads across my face. She said my name while he was eating her out? That’s fucking awesome. Picking up my phone, I fire off a quick text to her.
Pizza and beer tonight? You and me? Or do you have a date with the food critic?
A few minutes later she responds.
No date. Pizza and beer sounds great. Love you.
Before I answer, I stare at her message for several minutes wishing it meant something different than it does.
Love you too, Brooks.
A few hours later, I walk inside the apartment and hear music playing. After looking around for a minute, I pull off my coat, throw it on the chair, and walk down the hall to Brooklyn’s room. When I see her, I lean against the doorframe, watching as she dances around her bedroom, oblivious to my presence. Her normally wild mane of hair is piled on top of her head in a bun and she’s wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her ass is literally perfect, but I guess it should be with all the hours she spends working out.
As she wiggles that perfection, I chuckle, catching her attention. She twists around, gasping in surprise.
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
She laughs. “I know. I just thought it would be later.”
“Surprise.”
Brooklyn shakes her head, turning the music down. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.”
“Awesome.” She laughs. “How was your day?”
“Good. Got a lot shit done. I’m gonna take a shower then we can eat?”
“Perfect.”
Like your ass, I want to tell her. Oh, and those perky tits staring me in the face. Her erect nipples press against the fabric of her tank, making me want to tear it off. Brooklyn is the hottest chick in New York, and I can’t touch her.
“Something on your mind?” she asks, tilting her head.
“Nope. Be out soon.”
“Okay.”
Forcing myself to walk away, my mind drifts back to my interaction with Rhys earlier. Is she thinking the same things I am? Or maybe, it was just an innocent slip-up. That’s what I need to convince myself to avoid doing the things I want to do to her.
In my room, I strip off my clothes and hop in the shower, fisting my engorged cock until I reach the relief I need. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jacked myself off fantasizing about her body. That lucky bastard Rhys has touched her, kissed her, tasted her. I look down at my still hard dick and shake my head. I gotta get my head right. Bracing myself, I twist the handle until I’m sprayed with freezing cold water. Ah, fuck.
After pulling my hair out of the bun it’s in, I run my fingers through it, maintaining the waviness created by the previous hairstyle. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smile at the woman looking back at me. My new workout regime has succeeded in tightening my abs. I can see new muscle definition in my biceps. I look strong, but still soft and feminine. As I run my hand down my flat tummy, my smile fades. I wish I had more to offer than just my looks. Actually, that isn’t true. I know I do. What I really wish is that I was brave enough to show myself to someone. Brave enough to let a man get to know me, and maybe take a chance on having a real relationship. I know what Rhys wants. The same thing they all want.
“You want sausage?” Flynn calls out to me from the living room.
Looking back at the doorway, I call back. “Yes, please.” Smiling, I apply some lip gloss and start to walk out to meet Flynn for dinner. He’s the only person that knows me, understands me, and accepts me as I am. Maybe what I should wish for is enough bravery to admit what I really think about him. I should wish for enough bravery to admit it to myself. I know I won’t though. There’s not enough bravery in the world. There’s just too much at stake. It’s so rare to find a friend like the one I have in Flynn. Crossing the line is too risky.
Entering the living room, I
Pizza and beer tonight? You and me? Or do you have a date with the food critic?
A few minutes later she responds.
No date. Pizza and beer sounds great. Love you.
Before I answer, I stare at her message for several minutes wishing it meant something different than it does.
Love you too, Brooks.
A few hours later, I walk inside the apartment and hear music playing. After looking around for a minute, I pull off my coat, throw it on the chair, and walk down the hall to Brooklyn’s room. When I see her, I lean against the doorframe, watching as she dances around her bedroom, oblivious to my presence. Her normally wild mane of hair is piled on top of her head in a bun and she’s wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her ass is literally perfect, but I guess it should be with all the hours she spends working out.
As she wiggles that perfection, I chuckle, catching her attention. She twists around, gasping in surprise.
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
She laughs. “I know. I just thought it would be later.”
“Surprise.”
Brooklyn shakes her head, turning the music down. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough.”
“Awesome.” She laughs. “How was your day?”
“Good. Got a lot shit done. I’m gonna take a shower then we can eat?”
“Perfect.”
Like your ass, I want to tell her. Oh, and those perky tits staring me in the face. Her erect nipples press against the fabric of her tank, making me want to tear it off. Brooklyn is the hottest chick in New York, and I can’t touch her.
“Something on your mind?” she asks, tilting her head.
“Nope. Be out soon.”
“Okay.”
Forcing myself to walk away, my mind drifts back to my interaction with Rhys earlier. Is she thinking the same things I am? Or maybe, it was just an innocent slip-up. That’s what I need to convince myself to avoid doing the things I want to do to her.
In my room, I strip off my clothes and hop in the shower, fisting my engorged cock until I reach the relief I need. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jacked myself off fantasizing about her body. That lucky bastard Rhys has touched her, kissed her, tasted her. I look down at my still hard dick and shake my head. I gotta get my head right. Bracing myself, I twist the handle until I’m sprayed with freezing cold water. Ah, fuck.
After pulling my hair out of the bun it’s in, I run my fingers through it, maintaining the waviness created by the previous hairstyle. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smile at the woman looking back at me. My new workout regime has succeeded in tightening my abs. I can see new muscle definition in my biceps. I look strong, but still soft and feminine. As I run my hand down my flat tummy, my smile fades. I wish I had more to offer than just my looks. Actually, that isn’t true. I know I do. What I really wish is that I was brave enough to show myself to someone. Brave enough to let a man get to know me, and maybe take a chance on having a real relationship. I know what Rhys wants. The same thing they all want.
“You want sausage?” Flynn calls out to me from the living room.
Looking back at the doorway, I call back. “Yes, please.” Smiling, I apply some lip gloss and start to walk out to meet Flynn for dinner. He’s the only person that knows me, understands me, and accepts me as I am. Maybe what I should wish for is enough bravery to admit what I really think about him. I should wish for enough bravery to admit it to myself. I know I won’t though. There’s not enough bravery in the world. There’s just too much at stake. It’s so rare to find a friend like the one I have in Flynn. Crossing the line is too risky.
Entering the living room, I
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