Page 43 of Book Boyfriend
“You know, if you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do is ask.”
I place my hands on my hips. “I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I swear I didn’t!”
“Okay, I believe you.” He shrugs.
“No, you don’t. Fisher, I’m telling you, I did not get your pants wet just so you’d have to strip down.”
“I know.”
“I mean it!” I shout.
“I was just joking. I know it was an accident, but I had to tease you. It’s kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
And now I’m singing Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic”. His words hit home and I remember my story and how Kasey ends up wet, not Penn.
“Now where’s that towel?” he asks.
“I’ll get it. Just a second.”
I walk down the hall toward the bathroom, stopping at the door and glancing back in Fisher’s direction. He’s great. I like him. I really like everything about him. Reaching for a towel on the shelf, something flips in my mind.
As I walk into my bedroom I feel different. I turn on the light in the closet, making sure to cast only a small glow in the room. Can I do this? Yes. Yes, I can.
I remove my sweater and toss it on the bed. I unzip my boots and remove them along with my jeans. I stand in the middle of my room in my shirt and underwear. It’ll have to do.
I think about my rubbing the towel on his pants and how hard he became when I touched him. I sigh as I think about placing my hand inside his shorts on the beach. I focus on what it felt like to have his dick in my hands and watch his face as he came.
I drag my fingers over the material of my blouse and grab ahold of my breast, imagining his hands on me instead.
“Greer? Are you okay?”
I hear him call me and know it’s only a matter of time before he comes looking for me. His footsteps down the hall are all the confirmation I need. I prop my leg up on the bed and close my eyes. I’m already wet and I want to do this for him. I want him.
I can sense his presence in the room, so I go ahead with my plan. I touch my nipples through my shirt and slowly trail my fingers down my stomach until I reach the edge of my underwear. Knowing he’s watching turns me on more than I ever dreamed it would. I push my hand into my underwear and I hear him moan lightly. Rubbing gently, I turn slightly to make sure he can see that I’m touching myself.
Confidence runs through my veins. I open my eyes and look directly at him as I touch myself. His eyes are fixed on me and the bulge in his boxers has grown.
I slide my underwear down my legs and toss it in his direction. Then I sit on the bed and open my legs to him as I begin to rub all the right places.
He watches me intently for a few seconds and then unbuttons his shirt. Oh yes. Finally. I want to feel him inside me. He drops his shirt on the floor and takes one step toward me, when I hear the front door open and slam against the wall.
“Greer? Are you hurt? Where are you?”
I jump from my place on the bed and rush over to the bedroom door, closing it halfway.
“I’m fine, Luna! Don’t come back here!”
I struggle to put my underwear on as she flies around the corner and down the hall.
“You can’t send a text like that and then not answer your . . . Oh . . . Um . . . Hi, Fisher.”
A normal person might turn around when they saw their best friend pulling up their underwear, but not Luna. She walks farther into the room and stares at Fisher now sitting on my bed.
She nods to him. “Hey, what’s up?”
