Chapter 1
I'm finishing my fourth beer and look around for the waitress to order another round. Emily is sitting on the opposite side of the table and keeps complaining that I have turned yet another civilized dinner into a drunken night out. It's getting well past midnight. She doesn't want to wake up sleepy and hung over on Sunday morning. I'm sure that would be a horrible setback and derail her exciting and busy life. I bite my tongue and don't verbalise my thoughts. Her boring and uneventful life is something she is insecure about. I don't want to rub it in her face and get her even more pissed off.
Now she's complaining about the wine. She doesn't like it and it gives her heartburn. This is one of her mean and bitchy nights when she's mean to me and everyone else, trying to ruin the fun. On other nights she acts the exact opposite, being extra friendly to me, bordering on subtle and not so subtle flirting. I find both of these extremes equally unwelcome. It's awkward and it can be hard to relax and have fun when I have to constantly keep navigating the social situation to make sure it doesn't escalate into a conflict. I know she's attracted to me, so does her long-term boyfriend and most of our friends. We don't talk about it openly but everyone knows. It's been going on for several years now.
I'm well past the point of feeling smug about how desirable I am and now this situation mostly annoys me. She's quite attractive, with a slim body, long legs and dark hair. I don't like her fashion sense. She's always wearing short skirts to show off her long legs but the whole outfit is not very well put together. She looks like a teenage girl who just started out with her first attempts to look sexy. It's a bit trashy and she could definitely do so much better with her natural looks if she had a bit more sense.
All things considered, I would hook up with her if she was some random girl I met in a club. But I don't want her enough to ruin my friendship with her boyfriend. And I definitely don't see myself being in a relationship with her. I have thought about fucking her but I know that she's too mean and immature to keep it a secret. She'll either break up with her boyfriend and potentially tell him the reason or use it as ammunition to control and manipulate me.
She likes to have power over men and I suspect the fact that she has no power over me is one of the main reasons why she wants me. I'm more intelligent than her and have other options when it comes to women, so her slightly above average looks are not enough to make me lose my mind.
We do share an evil sense of humour and she is quite adventurous, fun and kinky. I know that she could be loads of fun. Unfortunately she had a pretty sheltered childhood and her boyfriend is too boring and conventional to bring that side out of her. She tells me I'm an immature idiot when I tell all my stories of parties, drugs and random hook-ups but I know that deep down inside she's just jealous she didn't have a chance to do all that herself.
I've had a few fantasies about seducing and perverting her, as well as giving her a nice rough, spanking fucking to punish her for all the nights she was mean to me and getting on my nerves. Again, I decide to refrain from turning them into reality because I don't feel all the drama is worth it. It's good material for my mental wank bank but in real life I'd rather stay away from her.
We stay in the bar and drink some more. Emily and her boyfriend mention that she's moving some stuff from one apartment to another next week. He will be away for work and they want me to help her carry the stuff. The idea annoys me – I already feel a bit irritated with her bitching and agreeing to be her errand boy on top of that doesn't appeal to me. I also can't be bothered to deal with her boyfriend and his poking around and jealous passive aggressive comments that is sure to follow when he comes back. I agree but mostly because I'm making an effort to be nicer to people to counteract my douchebag personality. They give me a lift home and her, together with her stupid short skirt and boring boyfriend drive home.
Chapter 2
It's Monday evening. Tuesday morning is the day when I'm supposed to help her move her stuff. She's going to text me and pick me up. I don't want to go because I'd rather go to the beach and tan instead. My thoughts drift to fucking her. If there was a convenient time to do it, this would be it. It would be so much fun to drag her into the bedroom and fuck every hole in her body. That would teach her a lesson and put that little bitch back in her place. In terms of the risk of getting caught it's not the best idea in the world because her boyfriend knows I'll be meeting her and will be suspicious right off the bat. I think of all the drama this would cause and cringe. My thoughts drift off to something else and I continue watching rubbish on tv.
Next morning I wake up and have an idea. I can be really flirty and suggestive with her in subtle ways but stand my ground. She'll get the message but I doubt she'll have the guts to come onto me herself. I picture her horny and unsatisfied. Maybe she'll rub one out when I'm gone. I wonder if she masturbates. After fucking her rough and hard and turning her into a total whore this is the second best option for getting back at her. I grin and congratulate myself on my ingenuity.
She turns up in her car wearing a leather miniskirt, heels and a white top. It looks nice on her tanned skin. It's a bit overkill for moving furniture but that's one of her standard outfits and it doesn't surprise me. I say hi and give her a hug. One of my hands goes inbetween her ass and lower back, the other barely touches the side of her boob. I know she will notice it but it's not enough to accuse me of groping.
We exchange pleasantries and I can see a sparkle in her eyes. She knows what's up. While we talk I make sure to maintain strong eye contact. I know the message it will send and that's one of the ways I'll employ to tease her. I throw my backpack in the back seat and get in the car. I'm planning on going to the beach after and also bring my camera because I want to take some photos.
We chat in the car. She seems friendly and upbeat. I'm glad she's not in bitch mode today. I pretend to look ahead while checking out her long legs pressing the pedals with my peripheral vision. In my mind I'm thinking of how these legs will look when they're up in the air while I'm pushing my cock deeper and deeper inside her cunt. I smell some perfume in the air. She smells nice and definitely made an effort to doll herself up. I wonder how she would smell like when I'm kissing her body, working my way down to her pussy.
Normally I would avoid thinking such thoughts in front of the person I'm talking to. I know that our feelings and intentions are reflected in our body language that other people pick up naturally with their unconscious mind. They might not know it logically but they'll feel a hunch about what's up. In this situation I'm doing the exact opposite.
I wonder how she'll react when she gets a sense that I want her. I know she'll get horny but it will probably come through as nervousness or friendliness. I'm pretty sure she won't make the first move because she doesn't have much experience with guys. I wonder how much teasing it will take to get her to do it. I'm sure it would take a lot more than one day if I was serious about making that a reality.
I exchange glances with her and talk about innocent unrelated subjects while picturing her riding my cock. She smiles a lot and has that naughty little girl expression on her face. I take note that whatever I'm doing is working.
We get to one of her apartments and go up in the lift. It's really hot. I can smell her sweat and perfume mixing with the natural smell of her skin and hair. You can really notice it as we ride up in the small cramped elevator. It's giving me a mini boner.
We walk inside. She tells me to get the microwave and bends down to pick up some cardboard boxes. I glance in her direction and can see her bent over. Her miniskirt is stretched over her bum and I can see a bit of her white underwear. It's a nice view. I take it in and look away – I don't want her to catch me staring. I wonder if she's doing it on purpose.
I ponder the thought. If she strikes a few more poses like that I'll know it's not an accident. I'm very socially aware and know exactly the sort of games women play.
I take the microwave downstairs and return to pick up a few more boxes. She's upstairs drinking a glass of water. We have a chat. She mentions that she can't take her necklace off because something's wrong with the lock and asks me if I can help her take it off.
I'm happy to oblige and stand behind her. I take the little chain in my hands and make sure that I accidentally stroke the back of her neck. The lock opens straight away and I take it off. Now I'm almost certain she is trying to tease me while I'm teasing her – she could have easily undone it herself and there was absolutely nothing wrong with the lock. There's a cross on the chain. She's not too religious but I wonder if she's trying to get fucked by me and doesn't want Jesus to see her being a naughty little whore. Or maybe it's her way of saying that I'm welcome to start taking other things off her body.
We pick up a few more items, walk downstairs and get in her car. We talk and I can see in her eyes how giddy and excited she is. She puts a pair of sunglasses on. Maybe she doesn't want me to see how horny she is. I picture her pussy getting wet and soaking the fabric of her underwear.
The prospect of fucking her is starting to sound much more appealing to me. Fucking her behind the back of her boyfriend makes it even more exciting. I'm still committed to not actively pursuing it but thinking about it is fun. Besides, thoughts can't hurt anyone. What goes on in my head is my own business. We drive to her second apartment and get out the car.
Chapter 3
Getting her stuff unloaded doesn't take long. We're done. She offers me a drink, I get a beer from the fridge. It's really hot inside because the air conditioners are not on. She fans her palms next to her chest and complains about the heat. It looks very cute and sexy.
She keeps chatting to me. It's obvious she doesn't want me to go just yet. I tell her I'm planning to go to the beach later. She says she wants to do the same and asks me if I want to come with her. I'm thinking that this is moving into dangerous territory but I'm also excited. I say yes. Going to the beach doesn't equate with fucking her. I can tease her some more and work on my tan. I'm sure that as long as I don't make a move on her nothing will happen.