Page 30 of Right in Front of You

As Carter went upstairs to change, I stepped from one foot to the other, then ventured through the kitchen toward the backyard with hope of finding a bathroom. When I didn’t, I stepped on the first stair and called up, “Is there a bathroom downstairs?”

“No, but there are two up here. Feel free to use the other one.”

“Sure.”

Feeling the pressure in my bladder reaching the limits, I ran up the steps and opened the first door.

Bedroom.

I pushed the door across the hall open and gasped. There he was, standing in the bathtub in his naked glory, drying his hair. Water was dripping down his torso, over muscle hills and carved valleys, down a beautiful v-path… and lower. Oh, my!

“You know it’s not polite to stare.”

I jumped up at his words.

Oh, my God!

This wasn’t happening. Carter, my good friend, had just caught me drooling over his perfectly toned body.

How embarrassing.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were further down the hall. I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” I began turning.

“Wait – the other toilet’s broken.” He was holding his towel so that it partially covered his abs and draped down over his crotch. His strong legs were still visible, and oh so sexy.

“Carter, I gotta pee.”

“Go ahead, Molly. I’m not stopping you.”

“Well, turn around, at least.”

With a smug smile on his face, he finally turned, giving me a long, perfect view of his hard ass before he wrapped the towel around his waist. Shy was definitely not part of Carter’s vocabulary. But mouth-watering was. Oh, indeed, it was.

On a normal day, I would have found peeing in front of my friend alarming, but today, I had no choice. It was either do it or soil my panties. I quickly wiped myself and washed my hands before leaving the bathroom, nearly tripping over my own feet.

Friend. He’s a friend, and you’re not ready, I kept repeating in my mind. And neither is he.

Those daisies in the front yard had to remind him of Daisy.

School.

I had to graduate and become a self-sufficient woman who could support herself and didn’t need a man to rely on before I made any life-altering decisions.

When Carter came downstairs, I could barely look him in the eye. I was sitting on an arm chair. He came closer and crouched in front of me, sighing.

“I’m sorry, Molly. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Talk to me. I may not be shy, but I’m still your friend.”

“Carter, I know what flirting looks like. If you’re my friend, you’ll stop.”

“That’s impossible, Molly.”

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