Author's Note: This story was inspired by "Baby, Its Cold Outside," a song with words and music by Frank Loesser. Enjoy! Comments, votes and feedback are always welcomed.
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Have you ever felt like life has this weird way of working? Well that's what my life feels like time and time again. You think you have life figured out right and then BAM it slaps you in the face when things are too perfect.
I'm 26 sitting outside the house of the girl I'm totally in love with, waiting for her and her girlfriend to finish "getting ready" so we can all go out. Third wheel, no not really we're going out with a friend of mine, Jenna. She's been with me since middle school and is currently sitting next to me in the car, nagging me about why I put myself through this and don't just get over her.
It's easier said then done wouldn't we all agree. It's been 3 years from the day I met her, back at our college graduation. She was a Psychology major as was I, and yet we had never met. Surprising but I always took morning classes, working evenings, as she worked mornings and took night classes.
I walked onto the field where we were all supposed to wait. It was about 10 of us when I got there. See if your family wants decent seats and all together, you have to get there super early as did mine and they made sure I was there at the same time, her family had done the same to her. How early, an hour and a half early.
"Mercedes, Psych and you are?" She put her hand out to shake. I'm left handed so it was a bit awkward.
"MJ, Psych also."
"Like Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, Mary Jane?" I couldn't help but laugh at how different all of them were.
"Um, no, no and no, Marilyn Jean."
"Nice your mom or parents were a fan of Norma Jean, but just Marilyn Monroe or Norma Jean was too much so they went creative with it?" How could anyone know how impossibly crazy my parents could be about Marilyn?
"Yea actually that's exactly what it was, are you a Marilyn fan?"
"No but I did do some research on her for a paper. MJ it suits you, are you a spider-man fan, you know Mary Jane?"
"No actually Superman all the way." And that's how we started our first argument.
"Why doesn't he just kill Lex Luthor? He's just a mere human."
"If he killed him, he would be evil like the villains he fights to protect the world from."
While we waited for our ceremony to start we talked about everything possible. Ultimately we exchanged numbers and sat next to each other laughing like old friends during the ceremony. Since that day I've been totally into this girl.
First it was just friends you know, we would hang out sometimes, movies, dinner, clubs, but never anything more than friendship. Her smile made me smile, her voice brought joy because it meant she was near. Seeing a car similar to hers made me wonder what she was doing. She was amazing, perfect in every way possible.
Anything she needed, anything she wanted anything I could give was hers. What's worse is she never took advantage of it. You know when someone's a jerk to you you can try and get over them because they're jerks. But with her she was the perfect friend never a taker and always a giver. A great listener and always had time for me as I had for her.
Why didn't I ever go for it? Simple, in my life great friends are hard to come by. Hell good friends are hard to come by period. I wasn't just attracted to her because of her looks, we were friends above all.
I had seen her go through shitty break ups with girls who didn't deserve her and all I could do was hold her and tell her it would get better. She loved with all her heart and when it broke it was hard on her. I was the one who held her hair when she threw up from drinking too much after a break up. My bed was the one she shared when she didn't want to be alone. Now here she was again with another girl who didn't deserve her and treated her like crap.
I could tell you every detail about her and never miss a beat. From the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Long brown wavy hair, always done. When she's having a hard day she pulls it back into a ponytail. Her eyebrows arch into a sharp peak and her eyes are soft and brown in an almond shape, giving her an exotic appeal. She has a tiny scar on her nose that she hates but I love it. I have a similar one on my chest. Her lips are so fucking luscious, not that I would know right. But I mess with her all the time I tell her she's Jay-Z's cousin, because they're so big. Damn I would give anything to bite down on one of those.
Her breast are so beautiful and perfect a handful each, definitely smaller than my own. She's envious of my large breasts that I say are each as big as my head. My only answer is she can have them any time she wants. She always laughs, but I'm so serious. She's perfect the way she is and I would never change anything about her.
I finally saw her come down the stairs from her place and she smiled when she saw me. That smile makes my heart warm and I smile automatically. She was gorgeous in black skin tight jeans, and her Burberry Brit Shawl-Collar Belted Coat. I was with her when she bought it, and I had wondered what she would look like with only the coat on and nothing underneath. The outfit was completed with a pair of solid black Louboutin Heels. She was wearing almost a whole paychecks worth of work for me, her birthday present to herself.
Laura, her girlfriend, looks pissed as usual. Mercedes, like most women I know, likes to look good when she goes out and takes forever to get ready. When I wait I play video games to pass the time. Over the last 3 years she has bought me a Wii and a PS3 to entertain myself when I wait for her. Laura on the other hand just goes around grumbling about how long she's taking. She's not allowed to touch my toys.
"Hey Jenna, hey Doll." Only person who calls me Doll. I don't think I've used her name since we first met actually. She's shorter than I standing at 5'3" and I'm 5'8", so her way of greeting me is not the usual kiss on the cheek. She wraps her hand around my neck and kisses it.
"Hey Sugar, Laura."
"MJ. Jenna" No, she doesn't like us.
"Hello ladies, everyone ready." Mercedes jumped in the back seat and Laura walked away, wasn't she coming, not that I minded if she didn't. "Laura?"
"Nah."
We didn't really like her so Jenna, took off with nothing else said. Turns out Laura had a job that night, she was an on-call security guard and had to work a concert tonight. So we had fun without her and I later found out that Mercedes was done with her and her crap. It had become obvious to Mercedes that she would only be on-call to work when Mercedes wanted to spend time with her outside of the bedroom. So she was done with her. Fine by me.
That night she stayed in my bed after we all came home from the movies and dinner. Jenna was my roommate and stayed in her own room. I had a guest bedroom but I knew she preferred to sleep with me. This part is torture on me but what can I say I'm a glutton for punishment. Every time it's always the same, she wakes up curled into me, with my arms around her and won't let me out of bed until we absolutely have to.
"Sugar let me up, I have to go to the gym." She's practically on top of me with half of her body on my right side, her leg wrapped around my right and her right arm on my stomach, yup she was making it difficult not to feel aroused, horny, WET.
"No, you look fucking amazing Doll, toned, tanned and trim as perfect as can be." Now she was tracing the muscles on my stomach.
"If I stayed out of the gym every time you wouldn't let me out of this bed, I wouldn't look this good." She laughed and looked into my eyes, why can't she see how much I want her.
"I wouldn't love you any less." She kissed my neck.
"Sugar please." I tried to move but she's so quick to hold me down. "I really can't stay." I tried to roll away.
