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Emily
1 month, 1 week, and 5 days prior…
Who once was my safe place, was now all my restless emotions. I was hyper-aware of my attraction to him. I tingled and burned around him. I watched him as he walked through our apartment. I patiently waited for him to shower and come out with nothing but a pair of shorts or jogging pants looking like absolute perfection. I wanted him close, but at the same time hated it because I was so self-conscious of everything I said or did, thinking I might give myself away. I couldn’t remember who I was before this feeling burst through my skin. I also couldn’t understand how I’d never thought of him of anything beyond my Benjamin until now.
But I didn’t know what to do except be us as best as I could be.
While in my head, I fell in love with the idea of us.
I poured what I craved into Gorilla Ben and Rosie. Then my skin burned some more as I thought of how much Benjamin wanted them together, not realizing it was us. It felt so wrong and so right. I felt so bad and so good.
He slept across the room from mine every night, and every night I felt restless and hot because my mind played out me sneaking into his room and being with him, over and over…
This wasn’t me. But it was.
I was fantasizing, obsessing, and craving my best friend. So much that I felt like a depraved person for letting our bodies graze each other while we were in the kitchen or innocently touching his arm or something throughout the day.
It was like I wanted to get caught. Or at least for him to notice me.
So it was arousing, to say the least, when Benjamin tossed a paper in my face and said, “Here, I wrote them a scene.” I looked up from the couch, expecting him to be goofy and grinning, but instead, he was looking the other way.
“Why would you do that?”
“Because you won’t,” he muttered.
“I just decided to turn their friendship into a romance. You gotta give me time.”
“Ben doesn’t have time. He was taken, and now he’s suffering in the white room.”
I smiled. “I’m aware. You know, since I’m the writer? How the hell do they have a ‘scene’ as you call it when they aren’t even together right now.”
“Just read it. I can give you some ideas at least.”
I grabbed the paper and lifted my hips to place them in my pocket. “I don’t need any ideas, I have plenty.”
“You’re not gonna read it?” He flopped down beside me. “Read it, Emily.”
I sighed. “I will tonight.” Just not around him where he could watch my reaction. Who knew what he wrote. It might do something to my already clouded head. “I don’t feel like reading first thing in the morning.”
“You work this evening?” he asked, and I nodded. “Guess I won’t see you until about eleven tonight then.”
“Go convince someone they need a car today,” I muttered.
He shook his head at me. I grabbed my coffee cup off the table and ignored him.
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He was up watching TV when I got home. I hung my keys by the door and kicked my shoes off as I sauntered over to the couch and collapsed, my legs landing on his lap. “Bad day?” he asked.
“So busy. Summertime keeps everyone out.” I groaned.
“Technically, it’s still spring.”
“You know what I mean. Why you gotta be so annoying?” My voice was slightly muffled because my face was against the cushion.
He snickered and placed his hands on the back of my legs. “Hopefully we’ll get a chance to go to the beach this year if our work schedules don’t collide.”
“You wanna rub the back of my legs?”
“Shouldn’t you ask for a massage instead of asking if I want to rub them?”
I laughed and placed my arms up, so I could lay my head on them. “That was me asking.”
Only he was already massaging the back of my legs. He rolled my pants up to my knees and I was glad I decided to shave last night. I was exhausted though. My legs were throbbing after walking on concrete all day waiting tables. Then I had to deal with enough drunks tonight to last me a lifetime, or at least until tomorrow night when I worked again. I was exaggerating, most nights I never dealt with drunks. It was something occasional, like tonight.
When he started working my calf muscles, I moaned. “That feels so good.”
“Does it?”
“Mhmm.”
And I could enjoy his touch. It was a win-win kind of deal.
Only he shoved me onto the floor a second later. “Hey.”
“That’s enough for you.” He was already heading for his bedroom before I got my head up.
“You going to bed?” I sounded disappointed.
“Yeah, I work early.” He yelled from inside his room, right before he shut his door.
I dropped my head back down and sighed.
Oh yeah, I remembered I still had his scene to read. Getting off the floor, I went to my bedroom and grabbed it and some clothes to take a bath. I ran some water in the tub while undressing. I was careful not to get the paper wet as I sat down into the scalding water and sighed happily. I added some bubble bath in as well before I leaned back and let the water fill up.
I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to read. It would either be really dumb, or really bad, or surprisingly good.
Rosie found Gorilla Ben. She attacked him with a hug as he rounded the corner of the building.
I was curious as to where the two of them were at, but I let it slide since he just wanted to write a sex scene and nothing else. I continued reading.
Her legs wrapped around Ben as she hugged him. Her reaction surprised him that he sprouted an impressive woody.
Sprout? Good God. I couldn’t stop laughing.
Rosie gasped. She felt him against her pussy and blushed scarlet before squirming against him. He took her movement as a sign that she wasn’t displeased by his aroused state. He carried her until he found a soft patch of grass to set her down. Then he held his giant hand against her shirt and waited for her to tell him no. When she didn’t, he ripped it from her body. She moved to cover up her tits, but he stopped her.
Ben’s eyes drank her in. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. Deep down, he knew Rosie should only belong to him this way. He was the only one that could love her the way she deserved.
Ben’s thoughts made him braver. He pulled her pants down her legs and tossed them aside. Then he dove headfirst into her pussy. Rosie tried to close her legs and push him away. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, and she was nervous, but when his tongue darted out, she made a noise in her throat and fell back to the ground and let him have his way.
He ate her until she was boneless and coming on the tip of his tongue. Then he scooped her up in his arms and brought her down over his dick. She cried out, and he held her firmly in place. He controlled her hips, her body, her mind, and her desire as he lifted her up and down until she whimpered for something she couldn’t put into words.
He gave her everything she needed. What she always wanted. And then more.
I looked away from the paper in time to see my water was close to overflowing the tub. I squeaked and raised up, splashing some water on the floor as I turned it off. I let some water out before settling back into the tub and rereading Benjamin’s words.
This sounded nothing like Gorilla Ben and Rosie. Gorilla Ben wouldn’t know how to do these things, and Rosie was completely innocent as well… This was Benjamin. Words like pussy and tits weren’t words I’d use for them. Their lovemaking would be sweet.
Benjamin’s made me hot. Hotter than what this water was making me feel. The intensity of how much I wanted him shook me. I didn’t know this side of him. I didn’t know what kind of lover he was, whether he was giving or the one to lead, but now I knew a bit of the way his mind worked while thinking of a woman. It was only a glimpse, but it was enough. It somehow felt more erotic than any experience I’d had with a man before.
It had me thinking about the dildo he had given me, and how much I wished I had brought it in the bathroom with me. I hadn’t used it yet, but I was past the point of crossing the line. My mind crossed it every second of the day. I needed relief, and I was going to let myself have it.
Letting the water out, I didn’t even put on my clothes. I just wrapped a towel around me and ran to my room where I used what he had given me. Only I didn’t feel relieved when I made myself come, it made me want my best friend more.