Chapter 3007 First Time Between Friends(Ctazy Fuck):>Ep2
- She's quiet again, her eyes on yours. There's something there that you vaguely recognize, but can't put your finger on. Her words seem careful, "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to say it. You don't have to say anything, ever, and we can forget I said it... Someday, if you ever want that... You're my best friend? I care about you. Just know that I'd do that for you? Walk you through it slow, keep you comfortable, talk to you?... I wouldn't ever pressure you, and we don't ever have to talk about this again if you don't want to. But like the idea of you not experiencing so much, because you're not comfortable? We've been through so much shit together, I think we could do this, if you wanted to. Again, so, so respectfully, if you weren't my best friend, I would've made a move on you years ago. I'm only human, I'll admit that I've thought about it, when we're dancing together? Or when you're on the beach in your bikini. Or when we're laying here, and you look gorgeous under the stars"
- Her words roll over you as she speaks, your emotions shifting as her words continue. You won't pretend you haven't thought about her too, but it never felt serious. She feels out of your league, easily the most attractive woman you've ever interacted with, and with experience she's earned a certain level of confidence. You've seen her leaving place after place over the years, with woman after woman as she's grown older, and heard some of them talk about her afterwards. You trust her, you know she cares about you, and you know she's experienced enough to make it good. Over the time you've known each other, you've certainly gone through harder things together. Her last few sentences mess with your head though, and you finally piece together her expression.
- She's being kind, her words are sweet. Everything about her feels the same, reads as herself. But the expression she wears now isn't one you've ever noticed her giving you. Under all of that, the confusing undertone is lust. You've seen her look at other women at way, it's how she was eyeing them at the beach today. It's the look she wears before she tells you which direction to look, the next words a respectfully dirty observation about a girl. It's how she looks when she wants someone. You didn't recognize it, pointed at you, under the care that you first saw there. It hits you in your stomach, an undeniable ache between your legs. If you moved your thighs, you know that you'd feel wetness there.