She lives twenty feet from my house.
“Wanna dance, big fella?”
I look down at her and wait for my dick to weigh in.
Brown hair. Long legs. Tits pushed up like they’re demanding attention. Lips made for bad decisions and worse ideas.
Nothing.
Fuck.
Maybe feeling her, touching her, letting the music drown everything else out will get my body on board.
I stand, take her hand, and let her pull me onto the dance floor. The bass is heavy, pounding through the room and straight into my bones. I slide my hands around her waist, then lower, gripping her ass and hauling her up against me.
She fits well enough. Tall for a woman. Warm. Solid.
And finally…there it is.
My dick wakes up like it’s been waiting for permission. I grind with her, let the movement take over, let the noise and heat and bodies press in around us. For a few songs, I let myself pretend this is enough. Then I’ll take her out back, fuck the edge off, and walk away satisfied.
Crude? Yeah.
Honest? Absolutely.
I’m not here to give this woman my heart.
That useless fucking organ already belongs to someone else.
Someone that I’ll never allow myself to have.
***ABBY***
“Why am I here?” I ask Cody.
Cody is Lila’s best friend. He came into the shop a few months ago to see where she worked, and we hit it off the second he opened his unfiltered mouth.
Nothit it offlike he’s my soulmate. He’s gay. But he is, without a doubt, one of my best friends.
Unhinged as he is.
“Because it’s ladies’ night,” he reminds me.
“Then why amIhere?” Eli asks.
“Because I need backup,” I tell him. “I’m almost positive this crazy person brought me here to help me lose my virginity.”
Both Cody and Eli laugh, but I know for a fact that was Cody’s original plan.
“I will not… nor have I ever… nor do I ever want… to pick some random man at a club and have sex with him,” I say firmly. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“The kind who’s going to die a virgin if she doesn’t loosen the hell up,” Cody shoots back. “Back me up, Eli.”
“No can do, buddy,” Eli says, shaking his head. “One, she’s my best friend. Two, helping her find a random guy to sleep with would get me killed by not one, but several, Shadows. My fiancée included.”
“Skip wouldn’t hurt a hair on your head,” Cody laughs, turning to him. “Would you?”
The man in question glares at my new friend.
