ran into Brianne someplace around town, what would she say? You look like a skinned rabbit or It’s about time! Should’ve shaved that ragged mop off years ago . She was harsh in her brutal honesty but Eric liked the fact he could trust her to tell the truth as she saw it.
That acid tongue contrasted with a pair of plump, pouting lips he couldn’t look at without thinking of kissing. How such sharp comments could come from something so sweet and soft was beyond comprehension. Her lips alone had been the focus of his fantasies many times over the past few years, but then so had her shampoo commercial, shining hair, her perfect skin and her incredible dark brown eyes. But at that particular moment, standing in the privacy of his shower, it was her mouth he pictured—stretched around his cock.
He slicked soap the length of his erection, closed his eyes and pumped slowly at first then faster until he was pulling with punishing strokes. The shower turned from cool to cold against his back as he stood under the spray, one hand braced against the lime-encrusted tile, the other pumping his slick cock. At last it pulsed in his hand, spurting white jets that swirled down the drain with the wastewater. It had taken pitifully few minutes to bring himself off with erotic images of Brianne in his brain.
Turning his face into the icy stream of water, he let it rinse him clean once more, but it couldn’t wash away the guilt that burned like a low-grade fever deep inside. Two years of lusting after his best friend’s girl. Seems he’d have found something better to do by now--a girlfriend of his own, maybe. But he couldn’t stop constantly thinking of Brianne, imagining her and Josh doing it, then picturing himself in Josh’s place. Occasionally, he’d even fantasized himself with both of them. How wrong was that?
He needed to find some willing chick at the party tonight and nail her. Just a no frills, simple one-off. A perfect summer fling. He didn’t need either Josh or Brianne in order to have a good time. He could find some fun on his own.
* * * *
At the party, Eric slipped through the crowd of people he’d gone to school with for four years but barely knew and went straight for the beer. He spent the next hour standing around and drinking steadily, pretty much ignored by the other guests. Although he wasn’t exactly an outcast in high school, due to hanging out with Josh and Brianna, he also wasn’t enough of a talker to leave an impression. Girls drawn to his looks, which weren’t bad, soon discovered it was boring to hang with someone who rarely spoke.
Standing on the patio under a starry sky with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean, Eric watched everyone having a great time. How many were acting? He’d always felt separate from these privileged assholes who’d never done manual labor in their lives. Maybe he liked to think himself superior for having struggled in life. They were butterflies who hadn’t even had to fight their way out of a cocoon, but simply lived in it.
Maybe he was just jealous.
Eric set down set down his beer on the railing, planning to make his way back to his car and drive someplace he’d fit in a little better--maybe hang with his brother’s friends at the bar where they practically lived. He’d hook up with some girl there and forget all about this world where he didn’t belong. Before he could move, soft, strong arms wrapped around his neck from behind. The scent of familiar perfume wafting from warm, feminine skin sent a sharp stab of arousal racing to his cock.
“Hey, Errric, what’s up?”
He let Brianne’s arms remain molded around him for a few beats longer than he should before breaking free and turning to face her. She swayed on her feet, pink lips glistening, red-brown hair tumbling wildly around her face, eyeliner smudged beneath eyes so dilated he couldn’t tell where black ended and dark brown began.
She staggered and he caught and held her upright. “Hey,
That acid tongue contrasted with a pair of plump, pouting lips he couldn’t look at without thinking of kissing. How such sharp comments could come from something so sweet and soft was beyond comprehension. Her lips alone had been the focus of his fantasies many times over the past few years, but then so had her shampoo commercial, shining hair, her perfect skin and her incredible dark brown eyes. But at that particular moment, standing in the privacy of his shower, it was her mouth he pictured—stretched around his cock.
He slicked soap the length of his erection, closed his eyes and pumped slowly at first then faster until he was pulling with punishing strokes. The shower turned from cool to cold against his back as he stood under the spray, one hand braced against the lime-encrusted tile, the other pumping his slick cock. At last it pulsed in his hand, spurting white jets that swirled down the drain with the wastewater. It had taken pitifully few minutes to bring himself off with erotic images of Brianne in his brain.
Turning his face into the icy stream of water, he let it rinse him clean once more, but it couldn’t wash away the guilt that burned like a low-grade fever deep inside. Two years of lusting after his best friend’s girl. Seems he’d have found something better to do by now--a girlfriend of his own, maybe. But he couldn’t stop constantly thinking of Brianne, imagining her and Josh doing it, then picturing himself in Josh’s place. Occasionally, he’d even fantasized himself with both of them. How wrong was that?
He needed to find some willing chick at the party tonight and nail her. Just a no frills, simple one-off. A perfect summer fling. He didn’t need either Josh or Brianne in order to have a good time. He could find some fun on his own.
* * * *
At the party, Eric slipped through the crowd of people he’d gone to school with for four years but barely knew and went straight for the beer. He spent the next hour standing around and drinking steadily, pretty much ignored by the other guests. Although he wasn’t exactly an outcast in high school, due to hanging out with Josh and Brianna, he also wasn’t enough of a talker to leave an impression. Girls drawn to his looks, which weren’t bad, soon discovered it was boring to hang with someone who rarely spoke.
Standing on the patio under a starry sky with a cool breeze blowing in from the ocean, Eric watched everyone having a great time. How many were acting? He’d always felt separate from these privileged assholes who’d never done manual labor in their lives. Maybe he liked to think himself superior for having struggled in life. They were butterflies who hadn’t even had to fight their way out of a cocoon, but simply lived in it.
Maybe he was just jealous.
Eric set down set down his beer on the railing, planning to make his way back to his car and drive someplace he’d fit in a little better--maybe hang with his brother’s friends at the bar where they practically lived. He’d hook up with some girl there and forget all about this world where he didn’t belong. Before he could move, soft, strong arms wrapped around his neck from behind. The scent of familiar perfume wafting from warm, feminine skin sent a sharp stab of arousal racing to his cock.
“Hey, Errric, what’s up?”
He let Brianne’s arms remain molded around him for a few beats longer than he should before breaking free and turning to face her. She swayed on her feet, pink lips glistening, red-brown hair tumbling wildly around her face, eyeliner smudged beneath eyes so dilated he couldn’t tell where black ended and dark brown began.
She staggered and he caught and held her upright. “Hey,
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