Page 63 of Fabulous Filthy Friend

Which is why I couldn’t say no when she wanted tacos tonight…and a rematch on the mini-golf course.

Long weeks require a release at the end, and this one was hell. The emotional aftermath of Rachel’s date with Dan, the attack on my car that building security was zero help with, more late nights working now that the market is climbing…it all added up to utter exhaustion.

The only thing that would have gotten me out tonight was Rach. But spending a night with her has its drawbacks—on top of the hangover I’m going to have tomorrow.

I unbutton my jeans and work my already hardening cock out. It can be a gift. The only time it becomes a curse is when I’m hanging out with Rachel, and she’s bending over and wiggling that tight little ass at me all innocently.

Some people might think it’s intentional, that she somehow senses what she’s doing to me and enjoys playing with me, but it’s one hundred percent innocent—like she is.

Rachel doesn’t have any idea how badly she affects me. And if she did, she would probably end our friendship because she would never go there. She wouldn’t want to risk sending me “mixed signals” if we kept hanging out so much.

It always gets so awkward when one friend develops these feelings for the other. Things are never the same. I’ve seen it happen to other people, and I won’t let it happen to us when I know that door is closed.

Sitting on her bed with her the other night, eating Chinese only emphasized that fact. Her crack about passing out in her bed was just that…a joke. Because we have slept in the same bed together. Several times. But it was never sexual, even when I started realizing how in love with her I was.

Her comment wasn’t an invitation or sexual innuendo. If it had been, she wouldn’t have agreed to go out with Dan again only hours before. And the rest of this week has been a blur of meetings, telephone calls with happy clients, and avoiding angry ones who are now even more angry because they missed out on the huge market surge by pulling out.

I needed a night out. Really, I did.

I just could have done without all the cockteasing.

But at least it gives me a “little” something for my subscribers.

I reach forward on the coffee table and flip open my laptop. It takes a second to get the perfect camera angle of my hard-on. I snap a still pic and upload it to the site with a little message.

HRD4U

Hope you’re having a nice Friday night, everyone. I’m exhausted and a little bit drunk, so no show tonight. I’ll catch you soon. I promise to make it up to you.

Hearts, sad faces, and comments pop up within seconds in the comment section under the photo.

I don’t know whether to be flattered or sad that viewers follow my site so closely that they see an upload so fast.

Damn HRD4U! I’ve been waiting all night.

Thanks for the “little” treat.

I’ll save this for later.

Get some sleep HRD4U so you can give us a good show tomorrow.

Why are you ignoring my PMs?

HRD4U if I were there, I would keep you awake.

HRD4U, come on, you know you’re gonna take care of that might as well do it live.

Normally, I would. But I’m not even in the mood. Thinking about Rachel being on another date with Dan next weekend when he’s back in town has my stomach churning and my tacos threatening to make a reappearance. I lean forward to close the screen when the red personal message icon rolls over to 22.

Ugh.

I don’t really want to deal with any of the PMs tonight. The angry ones. The horny ones. The begging ones.

But what if it’s INEEDSOMED?

I wouldn’t mind talking to her tonight. There hasn’t been a single conversation with her that I haven’t walked away from with a smile on my face. Even though the rest of this week has been little more than checking in with each other and saying hello, the fact that she isn’t pushy and doesn’t seem to want anything from me is incredibly refreshing.

The fact that she gets me thinking about a possible future with someone other than Rachel is both sickening and hopeful.

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