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“Me too.” I leaned my head down to touch the top of hers. “I’ve missed you, Gem. I feel like we never see each other anymore.”
She swallowed the last of her cookie, put the bag of chips on the floor, and sat up to face me. Her eyes were completely hooded, and she was licking her lips. I knew it was because of the salt from the potato chips and the sugar from the cookie, but still…those lips.
“Theo,” she whispered, like a sad little song. “What’re we gonna do?” She put her hands on either side of my face, and tried to focus her eyes on mine. And then, something crazy happened.
She got this carnal look in them, bit her lower lip, and before I knew it, she was on my lap, straddling me. “I liked the way you were looking at me tonight,” she said in a husky voice that I had never heard before. “Did you like looking at me?”
“Yes.” I was leaning as far back into the sofa as I could, this blue sofa that we had hung out on countless times as friends, and I hadn’t once let myself imagine this happening here.
“You don’t want anyone else looking at me like that, do you?”
“No.”
“They do, though. Guys. Not just Ben. Guys look at me now. It’s like they know…”
“Know what?”
“How badly I need it.”
I swallowed. “Need what?” I knew exactly what.
“This.”
“Gemma…”
“Shhhh.” She reached for my hands, placed them on her hips, then kissed me on my neck, just below my ear, and God it felt good. “I want this.”
I tried to say her name again, to question this, but I couldn’t because my mouth had found hers, and that was it. There was no question. I never wanted to stop kissing those salty sweet lips. Our breaths mingled, our tongues touched and explored, my hands were squeezing her ass and I wanted to get her out of those tight jeans so bad. She was grinding down on me, making little moaning sounds, and we were making out hot and heavy like teenagers, when only a minute earlier I was just trying to get her to relax.
Her hands were all over my chest and I realized that she was trying to get my shirt off. I managed to pull it off over my head without sacrificing more than a second of kisses, but she pulled away to look down at my abs. The abs that she had been yelling at me to cover up for an entire year.
“Ohhhh,” she cooed. I watched as she carefully stroked my pecs and ran her fingers down my abs, studying and admiring, then leaned down to lick a nipple, and I don’t think I had ever been so turned on in my life.By Gemma.What the fuck?My hands were in her soft wavy hair, and my very hard cock was pressing up against the inside of my jeans, and I could see it in her face when she realized that that’s what she had been feeling against her inner thigh. She gasped, her eyes widened, got hooded again.
“Theo...”
My hands stayed at her hips, concentrated on her face as she dragged the tips of her fingers down my chest while clenching her thighs together so tight around me. I was still holding myself back, as much as possible. I wasn’t drunk enough to make a mistake this big with someone as important as Gemma, butI wanted to. Thirty more seconds and I’d be past the point of no return.
Her hands reached for the bottom of the tight black tank top that had been making me just a little bit crazy all night, and oh yes, she pulled it up and as she struggled to get it off over her head, my face was two inches from the most beautiful round perky tits, all pushed together in a sexy black bra and nothing could stop me from leaning in and kissing the soft smooth mounds of sweet gorgeousness. She smelled like vanilla and caramel and something rich and earthy and dirty and she was groaning and I was groaning, and I reached around to unhook her bra, but her hands shot up and knocked me in the jaw.
I looked up and saw her covering her mouth, her eyes like saucers, her head and body completely still. “Oh no,” she muttered, before leaping off of me and scrambling towards the bathroom, staying low to the ground.
“Shit,” I mumbled to myself. I tried to stand up to help her out, but it took a minute for my body to remember that it existed to do anything other than get inside Gemma.
My best friend.
Fuck.
I managed to get to the bathroom to pull her hair out of her face before she really started to hurl. The bathroom was lit only from the dim hallway lights, and it sounded like a barnyard animal was giving birth and splashing around in a foot of water.
“Go away!” she muttered, in between splashes. “Don’t listen!”
“Honey, it’s okay. Just let it all out.” I called her “Honey” for the first time ever. In a matter of seconds, I went from the guy who was licking her boobs to some sixty year-old diner waitress. This was a weird night.
After every ounce of tequila had been expelled from her system, after she had brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouthwash, after I had brought her a brand new toothbrush from my bathroom because I knew she wouldn’t want to use the vomit one ever again—I found her under the covers in her bed. And by “under the covers” I mean her entire self was one big lump under the covers.
“You asleep?” I whispered.
She grunted.
