Authors note: This is my first attempt at erotica so any feedback would be appreciated. I'd also like to thank Seth for his input.
Now, I know how they say men and women can't be friends without sex getting in the way, but John was the exception. He was the best friend any girl could want and I always knew that he would make the best boyfriend. Nothing ever clicked between us, even though to hear us talk about what we were looking for, romantically speaking, you would think we described each other to a "t".
We had met in a study group for a Western Lit class and he was ever as much a romantic as I. For a long time I knew he had to be gay because men like him just didn't exist. He believed that chivalry was not dead, courtly love should forever be alive and well and romance in general was greatly neglected. When you talked to him he made you feel as if you were the most important woman in the world. He would listen with genuine interest and concern for as long as you needed or closing time, whichever came first.
Physically, he was far from lacking as well. John was about six two and one could tell he worked out regularly but as with everything else about John he was very modest which only made him all the more attractive. He has dark brown hair, with golden strands throughout; not long, but definitely not short either, with just the right amount of curl to get your fingers twitching to run though it. His eyes are the bluest blue eyes I have ever seen and when he stares at you, you can feel their warmth or coldness. His skin is the perfect olive complexion that to tan would be a crime. Believe it or not, it's hard to pick one thing about him, but the dimples definitely lend to his overall charm.
After our study group ended we continued to meet minus the rest of the group. Neither of us really mentioned it, it just seemed to be the normal thing to do. We adapted our new syllabi to our sessions and kept on studying together. Occasionally other friends would join us, but we tended to drift off into our own little world so we ended up alone anyway, the way we both seemed to like it.
For me this was nothing too outrageous, I was in heaven. I've been a very social person, I mean I had lots of friends on a casual take em or leave em basis but I was always shy. As far as dating went, well let's just say it never happened. Okay, I shouldn't say never, but you have to wonder about a guy that takes you to Denny's for a first date and doesn't leave a tip.
To say I had never fantasized about John would be a lie. Before I realized he was my best friend I was convinced I was in love with him. I never told John this, but he was so perfect for me that I let my feelings get confused, believing that because I loved him and he was my closest friend he must be my soul mate. Luckily for me I told this theory to my long time friend Melony who pointed out that I loved her too and she had been my best friend for thirteen years but I never thought she was my soul mate. We had a good laugh and I was saved from utter humiliation.
Sorry, I've always had a problem with talking too much when I'm nervous. I never want to leave anything important out you see, and you can never know how important the stupidest detail might be later. I'm sure that that logic really doesn't apply here though, so I'll just get on with what happened...
"Hey what's up?" Gotta love caller I.D.
"I thought maybe, instead of sitting home on yet another Friday night, I might be able to convince you to actually venture out for the evening"
"John...." I must have sounded pathetic, he loves it when I whine, but a night out actually sounded pretty good for a change and at least he wasn't ditching me for the guys.
"Come on Sam, my treat." This got a chuckle out of me because we shared everything like an old married couple.
" I swear you'll have fun. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky. I've heard, that some of our friends actually have...sex." His whispering the word sex followed by a mock gasp garnered yet more giggles from me.
"Wow. Ok, you got me. I need to give it up sooner or later right?" I laughed and started thinking of what to wear, but just for the record, I implied I was a virgin. No, I didn't state it implicitly but he just wasn't listening.
"Oh sooner is definitely better than later. I'll be over in hour or so."
We wouldn't be leaving for at least three hours but I was used to having John over. I rushed around getting all the girly things I needed to do done before he arrived. I could hear his deep laughter as I stepped out of the shower, he was on the phone. I wrapped my robe around me, twisted a towel around my hair and slapped him on the butt as I passed him on my way to the kitchen.
"Hey! Oh Sam's just prancing around here half naked again grabbing my ass. I tell ya, she wants me." He smiled at me, shaking his head as he watched me grab a glass and fill it with ice.
"He doesn't believe me."
"Hmmm?" I just smiled at him as I poured my soda.
"I don't know how you've managed to fool everyone into thinking you're all innocent." I laughed, ignoring him, as I plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote to do some channel hopping.
"No, it'll probably take her forever to get ready, so we'll just meet up with you guys around 9 or so." He batted away the pillow I threw at him, hung up the phone and turned to me with a grin on his face.
"Mike?" I asked, pausing on E! News.
"Yep." he sank down into the couch next to me and casually took the control from my hand. Being friends with him, I learned early how important it is to pick your battles so I let it go.
"You know John, he's so much fun! Tell me again why he isn't my type." The remote was resting on his leg so I took my chance and snagged it.
"I never said he wasn't your type, I said you weren't his type."
I held my hand away as he reached for the control, stopping on the Discovery channel and slowly turned to look at him.
"If I'm not his type then why's he always trying to get me to go out with him? Huh?" At his blank stare I tossed the control to him, he smiled, aiming at the set before he answered me.
"Oh he thinks you're his type, but you aren't."
