My Best Friend’s Brother

I quickly separate from him and remove my shirt and return to his mouth again. He holds my waist firmly with one hand while the other is having my hair.

I don’t care if Chantal will get here now or not. I only have one thought at the moment, to get as close as possible to the body of the guy I’ve missed so much these last few days.

His cell phone rings. I want him to let it go, but he says after a while:

”I have to answer it.”

I turn away from him, still feeling frustrated that I must do this. He answers but holds my chin as he does so, and this gesture calms me a little.

When he finishes the call, he looks at me with a face I swear I don’t like. He takes a deep breath and says:

” I’m going to have to go!”

I say:

”What? What do you mean? You’re barely here, and I’m… well…”

I point to my body, which is not as dressed up as it used to be. Chris just looks at me ruefully and says:

”It’s work, baby. I swear I have to go.”

I pout, and he laughs, comes over, and kisses me again. But I’m too embarrassed to start begging him to let it go.

After all, it is his job, and he has to go; otherwise, he wouldn’t leave me like this.

He gets up and leaves the couch. He gives me a quick kiss and says:

” I’ll be back tonight so we can finish what we started.”

He winks at me, leaving me here all melted again.

…

I go into the bathroom, look in the mirror as I put my shirt back on, and see that my face is still a little red.

I look a little desperate. Is it right for Chris to say those things and…

Damn it, and I don’t want to think about that guy right now!

I wash my face with cold water to try to resolve the situation I find myself in.

Thanks a lot, Colin’s work!

…

It was almost eight o’clock at night, and Colin told me that he would be back around nine. And I go to my closet and choose one of my favorite lingerie.

I bought a dark pink one thinking about Colin’s return and even told him I had a surprise for when he returned from his trip.

I put on some makeup and a black hobby. Minutes later, I hear a voice at the front door calling my name. It must be him, and he always forgets the copy of the key I gave him.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I put on some more blush and rushed to the living room with the hobby still half-open because, in my hurry, I didn’t even have time to tie it, but so what?

I have a massive smile on my face. I take a deep breath and open the door.

But as soon as I do, it is not Colin standing there.

I say:

”Chris?”

… Chris…

I arrive in front of our building and notice that the car of that clueless Molly’s fiancé is no longer in the parking lot, so I assume that he is no longer at her apartment.

It is weird because it hasn’t been long since he arrived.

But so what, that doesn’t interest me, does it?

I exit the elevator and walk down the hall toward our apartment. I pass in front of her apartment door. I stop for a moment; I have to talk to her.

I haven’t had much to drink, but enough to feel that I have to give her some explanation about what happened earlier today.

So I call at the door, and before long, she answers. As soon as she opens the door, I get a surprise, and she is wearing only a pink lace bra and panties and a spectacular smile on her face.

I can only look her up and down and say:

”Wow!”

She still can’t believe it’s me standing there in front of her. But when she realizes this, she quickly tries to cover herself with whatever it is there that she is wearing over this excellent lingerie. Because I honestly didn’t see it, I just concentrated on the contents closest to her body.

She no longer looks as happy as when she opened the door. She says something, but I can’t concentrate on what she said. Because I am trying to imagine what it would be like for her to dance and strip tease me. Wearing only those pieces, she has underneath this fabric and arms she now crosses tightly against her body makes me want to laugh at her reaction.

She snaps her fingers in front of me, and I say:

”Huh?”

She says:

”I asked what you came here for it?”

I start trying to explain myself:

”Well, I…”

She interrupts me:

”Seriously, Chris, it is a bit of a while, Colin will be here, and I don’t want to have to argue with him again about his constant presence here.”

I interrupt her:

”Constant?”

She doesn’t answer me, and I continue:

”You mean you two argued with me, eh?”

I cross my arms with a satisfied smile, and she looks all funny now and tries to cover it up.

”No, I mean…”

But she looks at me and can’t finish what she’s about to say. I still have a smile on my face.

I close the door behind me, and she says:

”But what are you doing?”

I say:

”You’re almost naked! You don’t want the neighbors to see you like this, do you?”

She seems to accept this, but only appears to because she starts to say it:

”First of all, you’re not even supposed to see me like this….”

I interrupt her:

”Oh, I see. But where is your fiancé? Isn’t he supposed to be here with you?”

She replies angrily:

”You dont need to know!”