Page 32 of Accidentally Falling For My Best Friend
“It’ll still remain exclusive, though,” I add.
“I can’t wait to see it all in person,” Greg says, now matching Oakley’s level of excitement.
“They’ve already started construction on the new structures. Plus, we’ve lined up a ton of different activities to offer!”
“I’m excited for it to be over so that Oak can stop coming upwith new expensive ideas,” I add in a teasing tone. Greg will understand better than anyone just how ambitious Oakley’s suggestions can be.
“He’s lucky to have you at his side to rein him in,” Greg adds with a laugh, giving me a solid pat on the back.
“Seriously, though, Parker has been amazing at helping me figure out how to justify the cost of everything, or even finding more affordable ways to bring my vision to life, I don’t know what I would do without him,” Oakley agrees, smiling at me, and the comment makes my stomach squirm.He’s just complimenting your work, stop twisting everything into more.
“My biggest concern is making sure that we’re ready before the season next year. We have a pretty tight timeline, and I don’t want to give up our friends and family trip,” Oakley teases.
“Glad that you’ve got your priorities in order,” his dad jokes back.
The group in front of us finally offers to hang back and let us pass them, and the rest of the day flies by as we all try to outdo each other and end up with the lowest score. We all do pretty well, but Oakley ends up on top. Watching how happy he is about it makes me glad I missed a few easy shots.Definitely missed them on accident. I would never lose on purpose just to see Oakley happy.
“The girls saidwe don’t have to be ready until five thirty, right?” Oakley asks me as we enter our condo after having a drink with Greg at the club.
“Yeah, we’ll meet them at their place then, and our dinner reservation is at six,” I confirm. Sage and Aspen got us all tickets to one of the Broadway in Chicago shows tonight. Thefour of us have still been hanging out once or twice a week, and Aspen posts the pictures of us so that her family will continue to believe we’re dating.
The first few times the four of us were together after the night Oakley and I walked in on the girls kissing, I was concerned he might have a hard time hanging out with Sage after the way they ended things. The last thing I wanted was to put him in a situation that would make him upset or uncomfortable, but it was immediately evident that he was completely fine. It was almost as if they had always just been friends because there was no awkward tension or silences like I was expecting.
We really do always have a great time with them, and Aspen and I’s reality show nights have turned into the four of us watching in our living room, Sage and Aspen cuddling, while Oakley and I are usually close enough that I spend half of the time too distracted by fantasies ofusbeing the ones casually tangled together to actually watch. I think we all can agree that the four of us were always meant to be friends, even if we did have an unconventional beginning.
I’m looking forward to the show tonight, but we have a few hours before we have to get ready.
“I might take a nap after I shower,” Oakley says, more to himself than me.
“Have fun,” I respond anyway, heading into my own room to shower off the day in the sun. I’ve always had to worry about burning, even more than Oak does. We probably put on sunscreen three times today, and I’ll still end up pink later.The joys of being a redhead covered in freckles.
After I shower, I decide to figure out what I’m wearing tonight, so I wrap the towel around my waist and head into my large walk-in closet. Aspen informed me that she would be in a lilac sundress and that she’d like me to wear my purple button-up. She doesn’t want to give her family any reason to dislike me, soshe usually requests something specific that she knows they’d approve of for me to wear. I don’t mind because I like not having to worry about something so trivial myself, but I can’t remember when the last time I saw that shirt was.
Sure enough, a thorough search of my closet reveals that it isn’t here. The cleaning staff probably put it in Oakley’s closet again. I don’t want to wait and find out it needs to be ironed, or worse, isn’t actually in there, so I might as well grab it now. Even if Oak is napping, I’m pretty confident I can be quiet enough that he won’t know I was there. Plus, he wouldn’t care that I’m in his room without knowing, we’ve always shared everything, so it won’t be the first or last time one of us is in the other’s space without asking first.
I slowly open his door, hoping that it won’t creak as I do, and slide through the gap as soon as I can fit. My back is to his bed as I try to quietly step toward the closet, but I stop in my tracks when I hear a moan, accompanied by the distinct sound of a lubed hand working a hard cock, what can only be Oakley jerking off.
My own dick thickens, instantly interested in the situation we’ve found ourselves in, and the towel that’s still wrapped around my waist isn’t doing anything to hide it.
I clutch the towel to make sure it at least stays in place, and slowly turn, unable to stop myself from looking. Oakley is laying back, propped up on a few pillows, with absolutely nothing covering him. His abs are flexing, showing off each curved ridge of his muscles, and a thin dusting of hair framed by the V of his hips seems designed to draw my attention right to where he’s roughly tugging on his very hard cock. The angry-looking purple head is swollen, and he looks completely consumed by how good it must feel, his eyes squeezed closed and his face twisting in pleasure.
It’s the hottest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen.
If I thought lying across the room and hearingOakley pleasure himself under his duvet in college was arousing, it has absolutely nothing on watching it happen in a bright room with him fully exposed to me.
My own cock is fighting to free itself from the towel, and I quickly adjust myself. I attempt to tuck it up under the waistband I’ve created, pressing my hand where I’m still holding the towel closed against as much of it as I can, trying to give myself any sense of relief. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this desperate. I feel both consumed by my desire, and completely frozen in place as I watch my best friend’s private moment.
I know I should leave, try to slip out as quietly as I came in, and hope that he never learns I was here. But I can’t seem to translate those thoughts into actions.
What if I never get to see this again?
Then Oakley shifts his other hand to play with his balls, letting out another deep moan, and the sound is so erotic that a soft whimper escapes my mouth.
Fuck.
Oakley’s eyes fly open and immediately lock on mine. He doesn’t stop his movements, though. His eyes drop to my towel and the poorly concealed erection there, and a myriad of emotions flash across his gaze in an instant. Surprise, confusion, pleasure, amusement, and finally something a little darker, almost wicked, maybe teasing.
“Well, are you going to just stand there with that giant thing waving at me?” he asks, nodding his chin at my visibly rock-hard dick. “Or are you going to address the monster-cock in the room and get off too? It’s not like we’ve never jerked off at the same time before,” he taunts, all while maintaining his slow twisting rhythm up and down his shaft.
