Page 32 of Beau & Autumn

I only need to think about her bare tits bouncing to our thrusts and I’m nearly done. I’d bury my face right in there, tugging at her nipples and then suckling each one, teasing with my tongue as we both ride out our orgasms together.

The lure of that scene is just too much as my body stiffens and I come undone, groaning as I shoot my load into my hand. The pulses of my release vibrate through my body, my growl rumbling as I breathe heavy. When I’ve milked every last drop, I wash myself off and try to shake away the vision. Because I know that’s all it is.

A fantasy.

Maybe one I’ve just created, but again, we’re friends. We can’t be more.

People always say friends can’t be lovers and be friends again. Now I see what they mean. If I had Autumn in my bed, I know I’d never be able to go back to being “just friends.”

Even if we wanted to be, I’m reminded about that whole arranged marriage thing that I just don’t get. Her family are nuts. Who has rules like that? I mean, it’s not like she’s going to stay single forever; it will happen sometime if her family has anything to do with it.

But the thought of anyone else with her — of anyone else having her — makes my blood boil. It’s the same reaction I had when she made that joke about Only Fans.

I want it to be me. I don’t want to be witness to another schmuck coming along that doesn’t deserve her. And maybe I don’t either, but I would always treat her right.

I’d never hurt her, cheat, or lie.

If only we weren’t best friends… And her family weren’t so hell bent on her marrying someone pre-arranged.

Her dad isn’t all bad, in fact, he’s a pretty good guy and we’ve had some great conversations whenever we’ve met. Her mom I try to avoid where possible. She’s the one that seems to have all the control, while her dad kinda goes with the flow. I’ve met her Grandma once, too, and despite the fact she’s set in her ways, she was a charming lady. I almost find it hard to believe she’d have these archaic rules in place for her granddaughter. I know she wants what’s best for her, but that’s not how anyone does things anymore.

She was married to Autumn’s grandpa for fifty-odd years before he passed away and they didn’t meet each other until their wedding day. I guess sometimes it happens.

Maybe people get lucky, I don’t know.

I guess that’s where her gran’s thinking stems from. And I get that she doesn’t want Autumn to struggle. But she wouldn’t have to do that with me. I’d make sure she had everything she ever needed and treat her right.

As I dab on some of my favorite new cologne, Sauvage by Christian Dior; a heady mix of mandarin, sandalwood, cedar, and vanilla, I know I’m putting way more effort in than I ever have before.

I dress in a pair of Levi’s, choosing a dark blue corduroy button-down as my shirt of choice and a pair of Nikes. I glance in the mirror; I don’t look too bad, even if my hair isn’t sitting right. I’ve been sporting some scruff on my face lately, not a crazy beard or anything, but enough to look like I’m not fifteen. I decide to keep it and not shave tonight. I remember one time Autumn saying she liked men with some facial hair.

I quickly text Fletch on the way back into my room because I need to meet with him this week to discuss our findings on the new app since he had to cancel Saturday. We’ve both been doing a tonne of research.

Me

Yo, bro. I hope you’re feeling better. If you’re free this week let me know so we can grab that drink

I don’t know how bad his flu was so I don’t expect an immediate response. However, I do need to touch base with him on a few things and while I’m at it I upload one of the glitches I found to see if he can help. He’s always been better at the more technical side of the app.

Me

Let me know if you can figure this out. I think I’ve exhausted every avenue trying to fix it

I head on out to see if Mom and Aunt Patti need a hand with anything and at least try to be useful before everyone arrives; like set the table or something.

I peeled some potatoes earlier before I snuck off to have my shower and let off some steam. One thing is for sure, the smells coming from my parents’ gourmet kitchen are gastronomical.

“Hey, son.” Dad is chalking up his pool cue in the expansive games area off the kitchen while Uncle Jack takes his shot when I walk in.

“Hey Pops. Uncle Jack.”

“Beau.” Uncle Jack stands upright after sinking his ball.

“Are you getting Dad into a bind again?”

“Something like that.” Uncle Jack chuckles.

“Nothing I can’t get out of!” Dad frowns while Uncle Jack lines up his next shot.

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