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Asher

 

Her headlights disappear down the road, after I dropped her off at the gas station after we ate.

I head in the direction of my house, wanting to know so much more about Payton. I tried so hard all night to not kiss her again. It was all I wanted to do. Why can’t a man and a woman just be friends? Well, I think being friends with Payton is impossible.

When I get home, I head off to the bathroom to grab a shower.

The hot water pounds my tired muscles, and I want more than anything for Payton to be on her knees sucking me off right now. I think back to her baby blues watching as that other girl sucked me.

She wanted it. It’s with these thoughts that I find myself stroking my now hardened cock in my hands. Fuck, Payton. I can only imagine how sweet it would be to fill up her pussy. I continue pumping, thinking about her smile and bright blues.

The hot water feels good, and I stroke harder. “Fuck,” I say. What it would be like to sink my teeth into those perfect tits. The image of her naked body flows through my mind, and I rub myself harder and faster.

“Payton,” I say on a moan, the steam of the shower drowning out my calls. I could lose my job over her, but I think she’d be worth it. Her perfect round ass, her plump lips. I bet her pussy is what dreams are made of. Which is exactly what I picture as I pump my cock faster—my face buried in her hot, wet pussy, getting her taste on my tongue as I plunge deep inside. “Fuck,” I groan when my legs start to shake. Making her come, listening to her moan my name, that’s all it takes and I find my release.

Drying myself off, I wrap the towel around my waist and head to my room. How the fuck am I supposed to be just friends, when I just jerked off picturing her? Pulling on a pair of black boxer briefs, I climb into bed and pick up my phone. Before I can even stop myself, I pull up her name.

Me: Just making sure you got home alright

What the fuck am I doing? This isn’t me, this isn’t how I usually am. Once they leave, I don’t give it a second thought. Yet, here I am, worrying if she made it home safely.

 

Payton: I did. Thanks again for dinner.

For dinner. Christ, if she knew I jerked off to her.

 

Me: Anytime. If you have no plans tomorrow, maybe we can meet up for a movie.

 

Payton: Maybe. I’ll let you know.

 

Me: Alright Miss for now, text me tomorrow. Night.

 

Payton: Night, Asher.

 

Rolling my eyes at what a pussy I feel like, I plug my phone in and decide I need sleep. Which won’t be easy, because the only thing I can think about are her piercing blue eyes, soft full lips, and sweet taste. Friends, what a great fucking idea.

As soon as I wake up the next morning, I check my phone like an asshole and feel a bit of disappointment that she didn’t text me yet. I need something to occupy my mind, so I call Brett and tell him to meet me at the gym. I’ll get my frustrations out there. He agrees, and an hour later we meet up.

“Hey, man. You missed a good time last night,” he says, slapping my back as we make our way inside.

“Oh yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah. You know those two blonde chicks we saw last weekend? They both ended up in my bed last night,” he boasts with a victory smile.

“Nice, I’m starting out with free weights.” I don’t even care that he had a threesome, I really just want him to shut up so I can work out and forget about Payton. I don’t want him to ask what my night was like. What would I say? I scored a kiss with the boss’s daughter the other day, and we decided to be friends. It’s sounds even more pathetic than it did last night.

Once I get home, my phone vibrates and I pull it out of my jeans.

 

Payton: Hey.

 

Me: Hey. Ready for that movie?

 

Payton: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

 

Me: Well, how about you get ready and meet me at my place at nine?

 

Payton: What are you planning, Asher?

 

Me: You should just try to trust me, Payton.

 

She doesn’t reply quickly like she was, and I squeeze the back of my neck. Maybe that was too pushy for her. I’m not used to dealing with girls like Payton. The girls I’m with like when I take control, tell them what to do. She might not like that.

 

Payton: Ok, see you at nine.

 

No shit. I mentally high five myself. Now just to kill a few hours until I get to see her again.