ONE
AN INCONVENIENT BONER
SIX WEEKS EARLIER
There’s knowingyour best friend is a woman, and then there’s seeing it.
Or…
Literally seeingthem.
“Where did those come from?” I splutter, accidentally dumping my duffel bag onto the floor in surprise.
She jolts at the noise it makes and spins to face me, revealing?—
Not only is Denver Parilla wearing a dress, but she also has titsandlegs. The legs shouldn’t come as a surprise, aside from the fact that she lives in jeans. But the tits…
I think of her usual getup.
Hoodies. My jerseys. Tees. Everything oversized.
Blushing at my bewilderment, too embarrassed to notice what I said, she flips me the bird. “Don’t you dare bring up this dress, Zach Bradley.”
The dress?
She thinks it’s the dress I’m gawking at? Not what’swithinit?
I mean, the dress is hot. Cute, even. A little black number that clings to every inch. But it’sher.
She’s wearing it.
The black velvet that dips in between those gorgeous tits. The strap thingies that accentuate her shoulders, those multiple bands of fabric constricting her movements in a way that shouldn’t make me think of that rope porn I’ve seen floating around, but it does.
Fuck, does it ever.
The material gathers around her hips, tight enough at her knees and thighs to make it hard to walk, before cutting off at the calf so she still has minimal freedom of movement.
She looks like all of my wet dreams come to life. Except, my wet dreams used to consist ofSports Illustratedmodels.
Clearly, my imagination is boring because why was I thinking about those chicks whenshe,this freakin’ G.O.D.D.E.S.S, is standing within touching distance?
Still, she’s uncomfortable with my gawking. At least, what she assumes is gawking. Not my eureka-shaped adulation, so I lift my hands in surrender. “I won’t say a word.”
And I won’t.
But look? Hell, I can’t. Not without making it creepy…
Peering at her from the corner of my eye, I plunk myself on the couch and as I do, I’m suddenly aware that things are pretty tight in the crotch area.
I grab one of those dumb throw pillows she insists we have everywhere and shove the stuffed Magic 8 Ball on my lap.
This is so fucked up.
I’ve been best friends with Denver since I was four years old.
It’s not my first erection around her—not my proudest moments—but it’s definitely the first she triggered.
When she bends over to adjust the strap of an insanely high heel, I swallow.
