What's been happening between Quinn and I is literally starting to scare the shit out of me. We have been best friends for years. There is nothing and I do mean NOTHING this guy doesn't know about me and vice versa.
We met like ten years back and have been so tight ever since. For instance, he calls me in the middle of the night if he's bored or wants to know what the hell I'm doing and I likewise have an all access pass to his phone no matter the hour.
We have a lot in common also like how neither of us does relationships and is always chasing some tail. Sex happens to be one of the many things I'm good at and Quinn with his panty dropping good looks is the same. Quinn is tall, 6"3 and built like a quarterback. He has overly long blonde hair and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea.
I am a 5"6 woman of African descent with skin the color of peanut butter and sandy brown hair that is my natural color. I have an athletic build from hitting the gym frequently and from years of being a tomboy.
Quinn is your average boy next door type. He's cool, charming, and a total heart breaker. I've seen it happen with him too many times to think otherwise. Women fall all over themselves to get and keep his attention but I believe him when he says he doesn't do anything to make it happen, well I did. I also understood because with guys that I date I just want to have great sex but they end up wanting much more than I can give them.
Quinn and I talk all the time about how we are both up front with who we date, letting them know that it's about sex but then eventually comes the clinginess and the rest of all of that which neither of us are into.
I honestly don't know whose bright idea it was for Quinn and I to cross the line. It just happened one night a few months back. If I had known how good Quinn was in bed I probably would have fucked him a long time ago.
Our first time together Quinn made my pussy not only come but purr and beg for more. Of course he wasn't as unaffected as I thought he would be. I knew this when he couldn't stop smiling afterwards, no matter how hard he tried.
That next day when we woke up together it wasn't very awkward. Okay it was awkward but not suffocatingly so. We ended up talking about it and admitted that we had both liked it. I knew I had loved it but that wasn't his business.
One night shortly after our first night together, he just showed up on my doorstep and we had mind blowing sex again, without being wasted this time.
For the past six months we've practically lived in each other's beds until he is all I can think about, all I want.
It's becoming a real problem for me because I hang with the guys when I'm not with my close girl friends and usually that includes Quinn. I am thankful that though things have changed some they really haven't gotten too complicated.
Who the fuck am I kidding? It's yeah, it's a problem. *****
I wore a green "Fuck Me I'm Irish" t-shirt. The words were written in black. I wore black leather pants and a pair of throwback combat boots. My wild mane of hair was worn down around my shoulders. My signature hoops completed my "bad girl" look.
Aisha and I watched while Courtney and Taylor played a game of pool. The tables in Bennigan's were mostly taken up so we had to share. It was really packed tonight. Drinks were flowing and we were all talking shit to one another, as was usual.
After Courtney beat Taylor then Aisha beat Courtney then I spanked Aisha we took a time-out to sit down and grab something to eat to go with all of the beer we'd been drinking. Different kinds of music had been swirling around in the background, most of it Rock and Alternative.
It had been one hell of a last few weeks for me. I didn't realize how tightly wound I was until I relaxed back into my seat feeling like I could easily fall asleep.
I had just gotten home maybe three hours before off of a long flight. I had taken a long hot soak in the bath then called Courtney to round up the girls. I had been feigning for Quinn in the worst way while I was gone and didn't want to pick up the phone the minute I was back to see him which I needed to pretty bad. I needed a distraction in the worst way.
This is the thing that pisses me off because before we started going at each other I could call Quinn during sex even and tell him to come over. He would finish up real quick and be at my place in a flash. When he'd get there I'd be like, "well I rented some movies." He wouldn't bat any eye; we'd just grab some food and drinks and sit down to watch movies or talk or whatever. I now find this too intimate a thing to do, which is why I hate that I started fucking my best friend.
Somebody, Taylor maybe, started a conversation that brought my mind back to the present as a waitress came over to take our orders. We talked about Paris, the place I'd recently been, and how things were going at Courtney and Aisha's bookstore. We talked about what Taylor had gotten into at work recently and we talked about everything else under the moon. I was just glad to not be thinking of the lust running through my veins like lava. ***
We were having a good time, being rowdy when I noticed this big eared, green eyed,sexy guy sending me a nod from across the room. I love big eared men. His eyes pierced mine and the feeling went straight into my panties. We continued to send each other looks for a good ten minutes.
I was definitely into eye-fucking him and I could tell that he was getting hard from staring at me. I didn't just walk over though I could have, I was always happy to let the male do the pursuing.
When he finally called me over I got up to go but at that very second Quinn showed up right in front of me. I had no idea where he had come from and he completely eclipsed my view of this guy.
