We've been friends for a while, Jack Hart and I. Neither one of us in a steady relationship and Jack always counting on me to fix him up with someone, "like you, Rose, but not like you."
I knew what he meant by that and I was never really hurt by it. Trying to set him up with friends and acquaintances. But things were changing. My feelings began to change towards him and today of all days was my first Valentine's Day without anyone. I was in a relationship that lasted over 3 years. It was great in the beginning, but things just never really seemed to work out. Bob was a terrific guy, handsome, tall and set in his ways. He felt that Jack and I could never be friends. He was quite threatened by that relationship and that pretty much destroyed ours.
You see, Jack is gorgeous. I have never really been one to like light-haired guys, but Jack is different. He has blondish-brown hair, green eyes and always, always has a tan. I swear it's fake, but he denies it, saying, "Hey, I'm part Italian. It's in my genes."
He has a great body, too. He works out every day and has no problem flexing for anyone who wants to see his muscles, and believe me, everyone, mainly girls, want to see his muscles! Jack and I frequent the same health club in town. He goes to the Weight Room and I take on any aerobic class I can handle. When Jack's there, the women always seem to notice. Jack of Broken Hearts is my nickname for him.
I love Jack. He is always there to make me laugh and to have a shoulder to cry upon. I won't lie, I have thought about him in a sexual way, but I stood by my "Men and Women can be friends" theory. Or at least I thought I could. I treasure his friendship.
Jack and I have plans to go for drinks after we exercised, that was until Jack noticed the new aerobics instructor. He zeroed in on that Blond bombshell the moment we walked through the club doors. He said he thought she was "pretty hot". Even I couldn't deny it. She was hot. A great body and huge tits!! How does that happen? I caught a peek of myself in one of the millions of mirrors in the club. I was in great shape, but lacked in the upper body department. Jack saw me looking at myself.
"You're pretty hot, too, Rosie", Jack laughed and then insisted on taking this particular Cardio-kick class with me. I got such a sinking pain in the pit of my stomach, but what could I do or say? Actually, I did tell him not to make a fool of himself, but he just laughed, flashing those beautiful white teeth of his and winking at me. At that moment it was confirmed. I had deep feelings for him.
During the class the "hot" instructor spent a lot of her time showing Jack all the "right moves" and Jack gave her his absolute attention. Basically, the class sucked for me and I decided to just head for the lockers. Jack didn't even notice I left, he was talking to the instructor very closely. As I went through the doors of the locker room, I heard her laughing at one of Jack's jokes. Hook, line and sinker! Tonight I am definitely on my own, I thought.
When I came out, Jack was standing by the counter, the instructor right by him. I knew the drill.
"Hey, Rosie, Candy and I are going out for drinks. Do you want to come?" Jack said. I read between the lines to that question. "I really don't want you to come, please say no".
"That's okay, Jack," I say, evenly, "I think I pulled a muscle during one of...what did you say your name is, Candy? One of...Candy's routines. I'm going home to soak it a bit." Actually, I was going home to soak my heart in wine!
"Oh, no!", exclaimed Candy, (Yuck, I hate that nickname) "Make sure you put......" blah, blah blah, is pretty much what I am hearing. I look over her head and see Jack thanking me and motioning that he will call me.
I give him a smirk, thank Candy (YUCK) and leave. On the way home I say to myself over and over again, why are you so upset. He is your friend. You don't even feel sexually attracted to him. Right, RIGHT!!!??
When I get in the house, I strip down to my undies and bra. It is so damned hot in this apartment. The heat making my house feel like a sauna! I call the landlord, just to hear the same old story.
"I'll be there in the morning, I promise" He says. I looked at the thermostat, 80 degrees! I'll be leather in the morning!
I go to the wine rack and pull out a bottle of red wine. As I pour myself a very healthy glass, I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. "Cheers" I say to absolutely no one, take a gulp of wine and remove my underthings. As I wait for the shower to get to perfect temperature, I pour another glass of wine and down it, feeling extremely sorry for myself. I check the water, pour another glass of wine and jump in.
The water feels great against my hot skin. As I begin to lather myself, I start to think about Jack. Sliding the soap across my breasts, I think of Jack touching me there. Slowly, I caress myself and close my eyes. I bring my hand lower, gliding down my stomach and then reaching my pussy, picturing Jack's tongue licking me there. I continue to caress myself, enjoying the way it feels, moving my fingers deeper and deeper....and then I hear doorbell.
"Ahh, shit," I say out loud. I do a quick rinse, jump out of the shower grabbing a towel and make my way to the front door.
I look through the peephole and see Jack standing there.
"Jack?" I say, as I open the door, "What...?"
But before I can finish, Jack says, "Hey, Rosie, can I come in?", his voice very husky as he steps through the doorway.
He looks me up and down from head to toe and at that moment I realize that I only have a towel on. I blush, gripping the towel closer, feeling a bit self-conscience.
Jack looks at me, but doesn't laugh. "Nice, very nice" He says staring at me. "Whoa is it hot in here!"
