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“You cannot touch this dress. Not until the wedding.”
“Comehere,” he pleads. “Let me touch you in that dress.”
“Nope,” I say.
“Meg, dammit. I have to touch you now. Can you see what you do to me?” He nods to his cock. It’s magnificent standing straight up like that.
“You can’t touch the dress,” I say, “but you can touch me. But only with that.” Now I nod to his cock.
“Fair,” he says. He spreads his arms and legs and just waits for me to climb on.
So I do.
For the third time today.
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MAGUIRE
Where is my brain? Where is it?I ask myself as we lie in bed together after sex.
Oh yeah. It exploded along with my third orgasm with Meg this morning.
I don’t understand what she’s doing to me, and I hope she never stops.
So when she asks me what kind of girlfriend I want for the wedding, I’m honestly confused. What kind of girlfriend? I just want Meg.
And that, my friend, kicks me in the gut. It has the ring of truth to it.
I need to backpedal the fuck out of this realization about wanting Meg, but how? I could tell her that she doesn’t need to be my date for the wedding.
But honestly, I want her to come with me.
So I’m just going to do some breathing exercises like Lance suggested and see if I can just tamp those thoughts down. I don’t need a girlfriend. I need a FWFB. (A friend with frisky benefits.) And Meg is the best one in the world. Hands down.
I finally leave her apartment and slink over to my place for a shower and a quick bite of breakfast before I start my shift. I made toast and a couple of eggs, and all the while I’m eating, I’m aware of Meg next door. What is she doing? Is she wearing one of her silky robes? Is she rearranging those damned decorative pillows? Is she touching herself, thinking about me?
Arggggg!!!
Why is she still in my brain?
I have things to do today. Big things. I’m actually meeting with my supervisor for the final interview for the promotion I want. I need to focus on that, and then I’ll have the next four days off and I won’t need to focus at all.
The interview will change my life. Or it won’t.
And I need to think about the wedding too.
Maybe at the wedding, when she’s pretending to be more than a friend, I can just pretend she’s mine. Like a real couple. Maybe I can own that for a bit. Just, you know, to try it on.
Then again, that’s not fair to Meg. None of this is. I’m not an idiot. She’s hoping for more. I can see it in her eyes. She deserves it, too.
If I were capable of being the man she needs, I’d be that guy. I really would.
I finish my eggs and head to work. And I think about Meg the whole way there.
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