We were NOT going to do this.
He was married. And even though I was single, I knew I would be filled with regret...
"And a big ole dick..." I said to myself.
Nope. Nope. 1000 times nope.
But I couldn't get Joseph's hard on out of my mind. I tried going on a run, a cold shower, even some extra strong mojitos, but I still had the image burned into my mind.
We'd all come to Panama City to see a show and get some much-deserved R and R and all five of us had been comfortably crammed into our friend Carl's beachfront time-share. This morning we had all partied a little too hard, starting our margarita binge on the beach before noon, and by the time diner rolled around, we all opted for naps over going out to eat. Tony and his girlfriend Sarah took the bedroom (couple's privilege) and Carl took the single guest bed, leaving Joseph and me in the living room, him sprawled on the blow up mattress and me tucked into the couch.
In our afternoon drunken haze, we hadn't taken the time to strip out of our bathing suits or even reach for blankets and pillows. We were quite the bedraggled looking bunch, trying desperately to sleep off this glorious day drunk in time for the show.
Everything would have been fine. Just fucking fine if I had not woken up a few hours later, desperate for water.
I rolled over and nearly fell face first off the couch.
Need. Water.
I wobbled to my feet and made my way to the kitchen. Once I'd downed at least 2 and a half glasses I walked much more steadily back into the living room, only to hear Joseph groan and creak as he rolled over on the air mattress. That's when I stopped in my tracks.
Straining against Joseph's navy blue board shorts was the outline of the single biggest dick I had ever seen.
I was like a deer in headlights, unable to look away or run, just standing there waiting to get run over. Obviously, like most guys, his dick had come alive of its own volition during his sleep, and my god talk about awakening a beast...
I'm pretty sure I would've stood there forever if Joseph hadn't shifted again, this time stretching his back, causing his dick to flex out even further. The way it bobbed in his bathing suit left nothing to the imagination; I could even see the outline of his nectarine-sized head trying its damnedest to poke out of the bottom of his shorts. And it wasn't just the superhuman length; it was the delicious thickness that had me involuntarily biting my lip and tilting my head slightly to the side as I imagined running my hand up and down...
Wait, no! He's married and you're reeeeally not trying to get involved with another person in the friend group. Just forget what you saw, Mia, and go back to sleep.
Well obviously I had failed at that and all of my "Forget-your-married-friend-has-a baseball-bat-dong" strategies didn't work either.
Once everyone was awake, we got dressed and headed downtown to find the hole-in-the-wall venue hosting the concert. We knew it was standing room only, so we'd all dressed comfortably and made the ten-minute walk.
Every time Joe spoke to me I had to avoid eye contact, knowing good and well what would flash through my mind if I let it:
Joseph railing me against the condo balcony.
Joseph railing me in the alley beside the venue.
Joseph railing me in the midnight-darkness on the beach.
God knows I did NOT need to be left unattended with this man...
As we walked into the dark club he finally addressed me directly,
"Hey Mia, wait up," he said with a breathy laugh and sheepish smile, cramming his hands into his pockets. Why hadn't I noticed how handsome he was before now? Jesus, I was dick-matized...
"You okay? You've seemed pretty out of it this afternoon."
"I'm good. Just too much tequila and sun, honestly," I lied.
He smiled and threw an arm around my shoulder, "Well pep up darling, cause we've got a long night ahead." My arm fell naturally around his waist and we walked in, things finally feeling back to normal. See? Things are going to be just fine. Joseph is your friend and friends don't fuck friends just because you've seen their dick. Be cool, Mia.
As the show started and the lights went low, our small group mixed into the tightly packed crowd. Tony and Sarah had managed to push their way up front (lucky bastards) and Carl was macking on the pin-up looking bartender. Joseph was nowhere to be found.
They immediately started playing my favorite song and I didn't care that my friends were scattered to the wind; I was feeling the vibes. I stood on my toes and bounced to the beat, hair falling loose, and sweat sheening my face. Damn these fuckers were good live! As I jumped and threw my hands up I suddenly found myself naturally bumping into a few other concert-goers. No big deal; the space was small and all of our body parts seemed to kind of meld together in damp heat and mutual love of the music.
It all seemed perfectly natural until I felt a particular hand linger on my waist, too long not to be intentional. Then I felt a pair of male hips press gently against my butt. All right, asshole, that's a little too grabby.
I whipped around, "What the fuck man..."
I locked eyes with Joseph, who was smiling and clearly enjoying the music, but a look of concern shadowed his handsome brow. I froze.
Without letting go of my hip, he leaned down and half-yelled in my ear, "Sorry, Mia. These fuckers behind you were trying to cop a feel," his breath ghosted my ear and neck, making me tingle all over.
"Figured they wouldn't want to grab MY ass if I was standing here sooo..."
As he had been talking we'd started to sway with the beat again.
"Thanks Joe," was all I could manage. Since the moment I realized Joseph was the one resting a giant paw on my hip, my annoyance evaporated and I felt my stomach tighten.
It was a lot easier to ignore him (and his giant dick), when his hips weren't grazing against my ass every few seconds.
Did he feel that, too?
That electricity humming between us?
No, of course not. This was platonic and he was just being nice and looking out for his friend. Good guy AND he was anatomically gifted?? Damn his wife was a lucky bitch.
"Shit!"
