wrong, and I could read her like a book.
Excuses were given as I made my way to check on her, the reaction she gave me I had never expected to receive, as she ran, jumped, and wrapped her legs around my waist whilst she nestled her face into the crook of my neck and cried, tears of raw emotion. Her nipples pebbled against my chest as my cock hardened at her touch, my eyes devoured her as I took in her beauty before me, skin-tight leather trousers and a see-through blouse with a black lace bra. The look of pure wonderment as Violet tried to not notice and show realisation of her body’s reaction against mine, but I had sure taken note.
My mind though on the other hand needed to play catch up as I realise that this goddess wrapped around me was so much more than just a friend. I wanted more but being the male best friend meant I had to protect her at all costs, therefore I had to keep my feelings hidden for now. Once I had calmed her, got her out of the way of prying eyes and home the whole story unravelled, I realised this jerk was the last straw, the one who had caused Violet’s dwindled hope in love.
Neither of us mentioned that night again, the feelings or the way either of our bodies reacted, just that I was certain both of us felt this sudden connection which in my head I had linked to the wine Violet had consumed. With not wanting to embarrass her further or myself for that matter, it remained locked away, like it never happened. The issue was I could never forget that night, to be honest, I’ve spent many a night with my hand around my dick imagining the different scenarios that it could have actually played out. A fantasy in which I wished would become reality.
The dates continued though, just with her being more cautious and her mindset in a place that it was for fun only and nothing serious at all. The alpha male in me wanted to roar at the other guys, as the protectiveness came in place, as I hated the fact other men could touch her at all, when all I wanted was to make her mine. Especially when she went on about a crazy night on the town and enjoying that ‘one-night bit of fun’, the thought of her with one man and a quick fuck drove me crazy with jealousy, why would any man only want to devour her the once? Violet was an obsession, once caught in her Venus flytrap you couldn’t escape her net even if you wanted too, the power to resist her clutches overwhelms. If Violet said she was out with someone else one evening I would try and avoid the opportunity to talk and divert the conversation until she messaged and let me know they weren’t right together. Then who comes along? That’s right, her knight in shining armour. Me with all the supplies to comfort her and make everything seem fine again.
Though this year seemed different after Violet’s most recent experience with a guy, I pushed more than I would normally and joked with her when she said a sexual marathon weekend was a possibility so quick as a flash, I thought every girl has her own B.O.B., right? I never imagined in a million years for her to open up and talk to me about it especially in the detail she did, even if it was in a jokey manner. I was so glad at that particular moment that I had placed a cushion on my knee as the hot and flustered look I sported underneath the clothes, of my engorged rock-solid hard-on would have caused quite a few awkward unexpected raised questions that would need to be answered.
So, when she said no more guys anymore; the shock to my system was evident as in the past, she had broached the subject plenty of times in a jokey humorous manner but something about the direct eye contact she had locked onto with me made me actually question if this time it may be different. I needed to cover the emotions before they registered on my face quickly so with distraction primed, I brought over a tub of her favourite double chocolate ice cream with pieces of gooey brownies out of the freezer and two spoons and put on her favourite chick flick. A