panties to the side and starts kissing right there. I am going crazy, just dying to seal the deal when he slips them off and leaves me completely naked. His ability to multitask is both impressive yet worrisome as he unbuttons his jeans and kisses me with his lips. I am practically begging him and aching so badly from the quickening welling all over my body, “Ben, please.” I moan.
He smiles against my neck knowing exactly what I want, lowers his body over mine, and enters inside me. When he moves, I move with him, when he moans I feel the same pleasure, but when it is all said and done, we are both left completely satisfied.
I pull the covers up to my chin, suddenly feeling extremely exposed. Even despite the fact that only seconds ago, he was inside me. Ben on the other hand is anything but shy. He turns to face me, props his elbow up on the pillows and rests his head on the palm of his hand, “Megan, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Somewhere deep inside me, I want to tell him I can’t stop thinking about him either. But my guard immediately goes up and points out the obvious, “This is so wrong.”
Ben takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip. The silence seems to last forever, but in reality it has only been a few seconds when he re-opens his eyes, “What is so wrong about it?”
I laugh and toss my hair back, thinking he can’t be serious. But when I look back at him, his face is stricken with grief, “Where do I start? First of all, we are supposed to be friends, not bang buddies! Second of all, you know as well as I do that sex only complicates everything. Look at Matthew and Michelle. Do you want to end up like that? I know I sure don’t.”
Ben contemplates my comparison and lets out a long sigh, “It doesn’t have to be like that.”
“Why? Because this is just some casual sex between friends?” I snap, wrapping the covers around my body and sit up on the bed. Ben knows just as well as I do, that the only way not to end up like Matthew and Michelle right now, is to clearly define what this is. But I don’t know if he can ever do that.
Ben rolls his eyes and reaches over the bed to stop me from getting up, but I slip through his fingers, bend down and snatch up my bra. He lets out a sigh of defeat, gets up and puts on his underwear. I peak over at him and watch his lean muscular chest while he tugs on his light wash denim jeans and buttons them up. He catches me glaring at him and says, “You know I don’t see it that way.”
“Then what is it Ben? Were you suddenly bored of banging bleach-blonde whores that you thought you’d give your brunette best friend a go?” I say watching him run both hands through his hair.
“None of those girls mean anything to me. You know that.” Ben sighs.
“And I do? That’s all you do is have sex with girls. I was probably the only one left you hadn’t screwed!” I scream feeling tears well up in my eyes. I am completely distraught by letting myself turn into one of Ben’s random flings. I know this is ridiculous, and I know I am ruining everything, but I can’t help it. I just don’t understand where all this is coming from.
“That’s how you see me? After all the years we’ve known each other?” Ben says with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. I now feel somewhat ashamed. I suppose I came off a little harsh, but that is exactly what he’s like and maybe he needs to know that. He has always been the guy who counts the notches on his belt, and from his exceptionally experienced performance a few short minutes ago, I am guessing I must be at least number 154.
“Well? What am I supposed to think?” I shout pulling on my panties.
“Megan…” Ben starts to patronize me, but I cut him off.
“You know what, forget it Ben.” I say and slide on my bracelet. I pause hearing nothing but silence from his side of the bed then add, “So what? You didn’t answer me? Am I just your fuck buddy? Can I see other people?”
“Oh, like Steven?” Ben cockily says and tosses