DISCLAIMER: This story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental.
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The music was pounding as we stepped into the dimly-lit club. Callum's hand was wrapped possessively around my waist, and on my other side was his best friend, Ben. It had been such a normal, fun night out that I never would have predicted where it would end up...
Callum was my boyfriend of six months. We had met when I began my new job as a care assistant - his grandmother had been one of my very first clients. One day, I walked in and there he was by her bedside, holding her hand and talking quietly. When I entered, he fell quiet and his eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my appearance. Gloria introduced the two of us and we've been practically inseparable ever since. I cared about Callum, he was sweet, funny and kind. The only thing our relationship was missing was a sexual spark, but he was such a good guy that I didn't want to give him up for something that seemed so superficial.
Ben was Callum's best friend since school. Where Callum was fair-haired, shorter and stockier, Ben was tall, dark and muscular in a lean way. Such diametric opposites in looks, but they shared so much in common that they had become integral parts of each-other's lives from a young age. The main difference between them besides their looks, was their intensity. Callum was bright and fun-loving, with a comfortable kind of vibe. Ben was darker, more intense and had an air of danger about him somehow.
That night, we had gone for dinner. I had dressed nicely, in a tight-fitting black dress that hugged the curve of my breasts, hips and ass like a second skin. The back of the dress dipped low, so I had had to forego a bra. My long hair was loose and curling down my back and I had slipped on a pair of heels. Ben had brought a date and the conversation had flowed along with the wine, but the woman had had to leave early and the three of us weren't quite ready to call it a night. Ben had suggested we go to Chemistry, the local nightclub, for a dance and a few more drinks to finish the night.
When we reached Chemistry, Callum squeezed my waist to get my attention.
"I'm going to go get us some drinks, why don't you and Ben try and find us a table?" He murmured in my ear.
I nodded and he stepped away towards the bar. I tugged on Ben's sleeve, gesturing that we should go find a table and he followed me, resting his hand lightly on the small of my back to guide me safely through the crowd. As his fingers grazed my skin, I felt a flutter low in my belly that sent images through my mind of big hands moving all over my body. I frowned at the thoughts - 'don't be ridiculous, it's only Ben' I told myself furiously, squeezing my thighs together briefly to tamp down the sudden moisture that had dampened my lace thong. Clearly it had been too long since I had taken care of myself - I would remedy that later once Callum was asleep.
We reached a booth and slipped into the curved seating that wrapped around a small table. I slid in first, the material of my dress shifting up my thighs as I scooted. I glanced up at Ben and was surprised to see him staring intensely at my now exposed thigh, his eyes dark.
"Ben?" I questioned, quirking an eyebrow at him.
My voice seemed to shake him out of whatever thoughts he had been having and he slipped into the booth beside me, shaking his head.
"Sorry, I was miles away there!" He chuckled, meeting my eyes.
I smiled gently back at him "I know the feeling, I drifted off for a moment while we were walking!"
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrow and a smirk crept across his lips "and what were you thinking about that had you all distracted?"
"Uh..." I blushed "Nothing! Nothing at all!"
"Mmm" he narrowed his eyes as though he didn't fully believe me, but thankfully he didn't ask any further questions.
We sat quietly for a minute and I tried to ignore the fact that his thigh was pressed against mine in the small booth. I must have subconsciously started shaking my leg, because the next thing I knew there was a large, warm hand wrapped around my knee. I looked up at Ben in surprise, and he reflexively squeezed my knee.
"Sorry, your leg was jiggling - it was kind of annoying" he explained, his dark eyes locked on mine. His thumb gently stroked my leg and I felt my thighs part slightly at his touch.
His gaze fell to my lap, where his hand rested on my knee and as he licked his lips hungrily, I felt a sudden flood of dampness soaking the flimsy lace under the hem of my dress. He looked as though he was about to move his hand up my leg, when Callum set down three drinks in front of us.
My thighs snapped closed and Ben straightened, sliding his hand away to take the beer. Thankfully, Callum didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and he began chatting away about football.
'You are with Callum.' I told myself firmly, ignoring the way my stomach clenched at the loss of Ben's touch. 'Get your shit together girl!'
I managed to shake off the odd feeling enough to join in the conversation, that had shifted to a new tv show and things started to feel normal again. Callum's arm went around my shoulders and I nestled in to his comforting warmth and tried not to focus on the way his touch sparked nothing exciting in me. It didn't matter, Callum was safe and he cared for me - that was what I wanted.
Under the table, my knee brushed lightly against Ben's and he stiffened slightly beside me. He downed his drink and asked if we wanted another round, before slipping out of the booth and disappearing into the crowd towards the bar. Callum's fingers traced soothing circles on my shoulder but I barely noticed as all I could think about was the sudden loss of warmth on my left hand side.
When Ben returned, Callum excused himself to go to the toilet and we watched him go in silence. I played with the straw in my drink idly and nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand rest on my knee under the table again. Shocked, I turned my gaze towards Ben. His eyes were dark and intense again, and this time he trailed his fingers a little further up my thigh. Automatically, I parted my legs for him, giving him space to roam. I bit my lip as I gazed into his eyes and his fingers slipped down to caress the soft skin of my inner thigh. I gasped lightly at the feeling of his fingers, teasing close to where sudden heat and moisture had gathered and his eyes dropped to where my chest had heaved. When they flicked back up, his stare was hungry and I squirmed, hoping he would finally touch the lace at the juncture of my thighs. Just as his hand twitched towards it, he quickly pulled his hand away. Confused, I looked around and spotted Callum's hair heading back towards us. Shifting, I sat back up and crossed my legs, squeezing them together to relieve the throbbing of my pussy. Just as Callum reached the table, my phone dinged and I grabbed it to read the new message that had appeared.
'To be continued.' It said. I frowned in confusion at the unknown number but then noticed Ben set his phone down on the table in front of him. I quickly saved the contact before I could overthink it and locked my phone, realising that the message was from him and he was promising a continuation of our encounter. My head was conflicted, torn at the fact that I had betrayed Callum by allowing his best friend to touch me but also eager to let him do it again. I cared about Callum, but I couldn't deny that I was attracted to Ben. While they talked, I quickly tapped out another message to Ben.
Me: 'What about Callum?'
I hit send and saw his phone flash up with a message. I quickly switched my app to Facebook so it wasn't obvious that the message was from me and I watched him smirk slightly as he read it.
"Your date texting you, mate?" Callum asked, smiling.
"Nah, it's a new girl - I don't think my date from earlier is going to work out." Ben replied, tapping a reply out on his phone. A few moments later, a new message popped up at the top of my screen.
Ben: 'What about him?'
"Is she hot?" Callum asked, sipping his beer.
"Oh, very hot." Ben agreed, sending a subtle glance at me. "Curvy as fuck!"
Me: 'He's my boyfriend and your best friend. Isn't this a betrayal?'
"Well damn, good job man!" Callum grinned "Curvy girls are awesome. I did get the best one though!" He took my free hand and squeezed it lovingly and I smiled back softly.
Ben: 'Not if he never finds out. Tell me you don't want it though and I'll back off.'
I ponder my response as they chat about Ben's past bad luck with women. The thought of going behind Callum's back with his best friend turns me on a lot more than I want to admit, and I couldn't help but wonder how bad of a person that made me. As much as I cared about Callum, the sex with him was often brief and a little lacklustre. Whenever he asked if I enjoyed it, I always said yes because I didn't want to hurt him. It had been so long since someone other than myself made me cum that I wasn't certain I could resist Ben - so far all he had done was touch my knee and thigh and I was wetter than Callum had made me in 6 months!
Biting my lip, I made my decision.
Me: 'I want it. I want it bad.'
I hit send and a thrill of excitement shot through me. I watched his face as he read the message and swallowed hard, subtly reaching a hand into his lap to adjust himself. I subtly grazed my foot against his leg as I shifted position, scooting a little closer to the table under the pretense of sipping my drink.
