EroticReverie

Walker

"C'mon, never once?" My friend Jon asks with his beer bottle perched against his lips , then tips it back and swallow with a waggle of his brows as if he can summon a "Yes" out of me for the question so many are fond of asking. 

"Never once. Never period, now shut up and don't ever ask me again." I say, growing tired of it. I understood their disbelief I guess, to a point anyways. Me and Bella were best friends, attached at the hip for the past five years. We'd met through mutual friends and just hit it off. As FRIENDS. Best friends. There wasn't any feelings there other than plationic friendship. Had I thought about hooking up with her? Yes. How could I not? She was gorgeous, and as much as I like to consider myself a good guy, yes, Id more than once, more than twice, alright, probably more than a hundred times over the years, thought about what it would be like. It's not that I WANTED to hook up with her, just that...i'd pictured it. Thought about it. Like i do with pretty much any gorgeous female. They were just thoughts, that was it. I'd never ruin our freindship even if I wanted to have sex with her. She was off limits for me. 

We've discussed it. But only because we are BOTH tired of our friends asking "when are you two going to finally hook up?" "You cant tell me NOTHING has ever happened!" 

but that was the truth. I've never so much as kissed the girl, other than the cheek or the forehead, or buried an occaisonal one into her hair at the top of her head. But they werent," I want you " kisses. They were obligatory. Anytime she posed us in her frame on her phone for a selfie, my lips just always went right for her cheek. Anytime she cried, Id hug her, kiss her forehead. Anytime she'd stand in front of me and say something smart or witty, or cute, a peck on the back of her head of my adoration for her. Do I love her? yes. Absolutely, with all of my heart. But not like that. Not the way so many think I MUST because "There's no was a woman and man can be best friends and it NOT be sexual."  Except they're wrong. It very much can happen, me and Bella are proof of that. 

"Cmon, not even a drunken kiss?" Jon asks and I roll my eyes and give him a warning glare.

Because no. Not even a kiss. Me and Bella have shared a bed before, plenty of times, strictly for sleeping. Did we cuddle? Okay, yes. We did. But again, it was for comfort, and simply because she fit so fucking well tucked against me. Did I pop boners while doing it? Yup. Did she tease me relentlessly and call me a pervert over it? Yes. But i knew, and she knew, it was just...my dick having a mind of it's own. I could send the damn thing five million memos that this was BELLA, and to behave. But did he care? No.

"Hey cupcake" She says smiling up at me as she slips through the crowded bar and slides her arm around me for a hug at my side and tucks her head against my chest. Five years of instinct has me dipping my head down and pressing a kiss to her hair. 

"Hey Peanut" I say and she tilts her head and scrunches her nose at me. Yes, we had nicknames. All friends have nicknames, it doesn't mean a damn thing. Yet when I look to Jon, who's watching us with raised "you fucking liar" cocked brow, I just sigh and shake my head. Because it didn't matter how many times I told him, or how many times I told any of our friends, that there was NOTHING romantic there, they'd never fucking get it. She wasn't even my type. I'm six foot five, and go for girls who are normally about a foot shorter. The tallest I've ever dated was 5'6".  Bella is 5'11". And nothing against the leggy women, I wasn't even sure if short WAS my type, that's just what I always ended up dating. Bella wasn't my type, simply because she was my best friend. You just don't fuck, or date your bestfriends. It's that simple. 

"You want a drink?" I ask her and she peeks at my Guiness and turns up her nose. 

"As long as it's not THAT." She says and I feel my lips pull. 

"you'd like it if you gave it a chance." I say teasing her. 

She narrows her eyes. "If given it PLENTY of chances thanks to you, and hated it, every single time, incase you forgot." She says and I smile.

"Tenth times a charm?" I suggest and she rolls her eyes. 

"I might be part Irish, but i'm not going to try to prove it by choking that shit down." She says and the word choking triggers those little thoughts I like to have every once awhile, the uninvited "what would it be like?" ones. To choke her. With my hand, with my co-

"You gonna just stare at me like a creep or get me a damn drink?" She interrupts when I realize I'm staring at her mouth. I lift my eyes, my dirty little secret thoughts erased when she gives me one of her exasperated faces. 

"Fine ill get it myself" she huffs and goes to slip out from under my arm. I hang my arm around her tighter, pulling her back.

"I'll get you your drink Peanut." I say and she huffs.

"Well hurry, im fucking thirsty AND...want to get wasted." She says and I laugh.

"Bad day?" I ask as I turn us, walking over to the bar with my arm slipping off her shoulder and my hands gently guiding her by the middle of her back , then sliding it to her side to tug her closer when the crowd gets thicker.

"Nope, just ready to get shit faced." She says with a shrug and I steal another kiss of her hair.

"Then let's get you shitfaced." I say.

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Three hours and two bars later, all of our friends have migrated to a smaller bar where there's karaoke where we continue to celebrate our friends birthday, even thought the woman of the night retired at the last bar after getting sick in the bathroom. 

"Alright, look..." Jon says, slurring his words as we sit at a high table , just me and him as Bella and one of our other friends April sing badly up at the teleprompter. I'm watching Bella, smirking to myself as she fucks up the words so god damn bad and is squinting at the teleprompter and cocking her head nearly upside down as she tries to read it. She not just drunk, but has  poor eyesight and probably took her contacts out in the bathroom of one of the bars like she always does when she starts drinking. 

"I need your blessing." Jon says. I barely even hear him. 

"What?" I ask not taking my eyes off Bella who has taken to just echoing the last few words April sings, like some kind of adorable drunk back up singer. 

"YOUR BLESSING" he says louder over the music and the sound of the girls and the people in the bar. I turn my head to him. 

"For what?" I ask and he looks past me, towards where my eyes just were. Then back at me. Then he looks back over and widens his eyes and dips his head, as if pointing with his fucking forehead. Then I catch his drift, I fucking laugh. 

"You're asking for my blessing to what? Date her? I'm not her father." I say and take a drink. I've been pacing myself, because even though I wasn't driving, I liked being at least somewhat sober if Bella was on mission to get shitfaced. 

"No but you're her.." he stops and rolls his eyes. "Listen, I believe you two haven't done anything together, but ...if there is a chance you MIGHT...then I don't want to break bro code and-" 

I rub a hand over my face. 

"Im trying to be a good friend man!" He says, and I do honestly appreciate him trying to be respectful, but I also don't want to have to give my "Blessing" to him. 

"god speed." I salute him. 

"Is that...are you saying its cool?" he asks , his brows popping. 

"She's my friend , not my girlfriend and not ever going to be. So yes. It's cool. But SINCE she is my friend, if you fuck around and hurt her, we...you and me...are done. Got it?" I say and he blinks.

"Well shit...i mean....i just want to hookup with her man" Jon says and I roll my eyes.

"Then make sure she knows that's all you want then. That's all I'm saying. Don't fucking play with her. Got it?" I ask and he nods. 

Over the past five years I've watched a handful of guys, cause my favorite person in the world, too many god damn tears. I've had to put pieces back together that THEY broke, had to hold her while she would call all men trash and curse every single one, then blink up at me teary eyed and say "Except for you".  But she's never hooked up or dated with anyone we both knew, and nobody has ever asked me for my "Blessing" with her either. So this is , new. And I don't care what she does or who she does it with, but if its someone we both know, or a friend of just mine, and they hurt her? Cause her one single solitary fucking tear, I know I'd fucking write them off faster than her tear could fucking fall down her cheek. 

"So i'm good to...shoot my shot?" He says. I make a sweeping hand gesture toward where the girls are singing like dying birds on the last note of the song.

"Shoot it." I say. But already know Jon has zero game, and isn't Bella's type. Though, I also never thought some of the other guys she dated would have ever been her type either. But who knows , maybe he has a shot at a hookup or even a relationship with her. 

"You're not hooking up with her tonight though." I tell Jon. 

"What? Why not?" He frowns. 

"Because she's fucking drunk you jackass. You can shoot the shot. But if you try to fucking slam dunk it tonight, I'll make sure LITTLE JON never works again. Understood?" I say and he sighs drunkenly. 

"Yeah man, any other rules?" He rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah. Anything that happens between you two, stays between you two, don't talk about it to me. And don't go fucking broadcasting your personal shit with her to other people. Respect her. That's it. Those are the rules." I say. 

"Aye aye Captain" He salutes me and I roll my eyes and then he turns just as Bella stumbles drunkenly into the table and I swing my arm out, around her and back upright her onto her feet.

"You good Peanut?"  I ask as she lets out that well known drunken little giggle , that's part cackle. 

"I'm wasted!" She exclaims and then stumbles even further into my side and laughs and slaps her hands on the table top. 

"I need a drink! My bottle is empty!" She says and picks up Aprils bottle. 

"this is your bottle." I say and hand her the one i've been guarding. 

"yay!" she says and then takes it and puts it to her lips and chugs down the little less than half filled bottle.

"im thirty...thirsty" she corrects her drunken slur of the wrong word. 

"Yeah, I think you're just fine for tonight." I say and she whips her head and glares up at me.

"One more!" She protests.

"Bella" I say, and dip my chin, peering at her. Because when Bella gets past drunk...she cries. Oh boy does she cry. And I cant fucking stand it. Because it will be for no reason other than too much alcohol, so it leaves me with nobody to blame other than empty fucking brown bottles on the tables and bar. 

"I wont cry!" She says loudly and I just smile at her, because she knows exactly why I'm trying to limit her. April laughs, because she too knows the way it goes when Bella drinks too much. Honestly, I'm pretty sure the tears are coming tonight regardless of whether she has another or not.

"ONE." I say and she claps her hands. 

"And a shot!" She says and throws a hand in the air. 

"No shot." I say. 

"You're not the boss of me!" She says and laughs and then gives me a little shove, but instead makes herself stumble back because her little shove does nothing to move me. I pull her back to me. 

"You sure you need another drink?" I ask her.

"super sure!" she says and slaps a hand on my chest.

"Will you get it for meeeee?" She gives her best puppy dog eyes and pouty lips.

"ill pay for it, but can you get it, the sexy bartender lady likes you and will serve you faster than she serves me" she pouts. 

I laugh and roll my eyes. "Sure thing. Gonna need you to sit first." I say and help her onto the stool and then look at Jon.

"Dont let her tip off this thing." I say and Jon's eyes light up and he moves over to her and stands near her as I walk over to the bar. 

the "sexy bartender" lady comes right over after finishing pouring a few shots for someone at the end of the bar, and passes two already waiting customers who shout at her, and wave their money in the air. 

I order Bella her hard iced tea, and the lemon drop shot she would drink like water if shots weren't so fucking expensive. I look over my shoulder at the table and find Bella with her hand on Jon's shoulder , turned on her stool facing him, and her head lays drunkenly on her shoulder as her eyes open and close heavily as she talks. I smile. wondering what she's babbling about, if she's rejecting him, or accepting him, or just going on about her favorite tv show, "Too Cute" which is just...baby animals. 

the bartender tells me the total, and i turn back around and hand her a twenty and tell her to keep the change, giving her a smile and a thank you , picking up the bottle and the shot, I turn and walk over, my eyes focusing on the shot and not spilling it. When I get closer, my eyes lift, and then lift even higher, as I see Bella, full on making out with Jon. I snarl slightly, not in anger, but disgust, because Jesus christ what the hell is Jon doing to her mouth? That's not how you kiss a woman. I watch Bella grab his jaw and push his mouth from hers and say something. I smirk when Jon nods and he tries again. April sees me and cocks a brow and throws her thumb at them with a questioning look. I just laugh and shrug. I walk over and set down the drinks. 

"Still too much tongue!" I hear Bella scold Jon, but he doesn't get pissed at the audible schooling of how to fucking kiss her, instead he seems to be, even more turned on by her. 

"Like this!" Bella says. "Dont move your mouth, just...here...let me show you" she says and I stand there amused, listening to her teach him how she wants him to kiss her. 

But then something happens. I watch her kiss him. I watch her mouth, that even in her drunken state, is precise in what's it's doing. She kisses his mouth, her lower lip below his lower lip on the next soft press of her lips. Her hands on his face, holding it just how she wants it, her tongue slipping over his lower lip and her teeth taking his lower lip, gently, pulling softly and then flicking her tongue over it again. This is when I realize, I've never seen Bella kiss. Sure, i've seen pecks to her boyfriends, or lingering soft kisses she gives them. But this was....

My tongue skirts over my lower lip, as I imagine the pinch of teeth on it. The swipe of her tongue, the taste of her mouth. 

"now you do it" she says and Jon is panting, his hands go to her face and she smiles at him, nodding encouragingly and he fucks it up the second his mouth hits hers. It's too hard, too wet, too fucking messy, he has no fucking control, he's drunk and horny and devouring again.

she pushes him back and shakes her head. 

"Drinks." I say and she turns her head and smiles. 

"Thanks Cupcake!" she says and reaches for her shot and then lifts it to her mouth and throws it back. A little dribble of it slips on the side of her lip and onto her chin and she wipes it with the back of her hand and then licks the back of her hand and my dick fucking throbs at the drag of her tongue on her skin. Hell yeah. That looks like it'd feel good. Jon apparently has the same exactly thought because he watching her with awe, his hands going to her face and pulling her back for another try. But she lifts her hand and pushes it at his chest.

"You've got homework to do Jonny Jon" she says and then reaches for the hard iced tea and I cant, stop, staring, at her mouth. The way is wraps slightly around the bottle as she takes a tip or the way her tongue swipes over her mouth with a little hum. 

Jon stays right by her side for the next half hour, until it's time for all of us to call it night as the bartender announces last call. 

"You should come back to my place." I hear Jon say.

"Hey." I say my voice loud and Jon jerks his head. I shake my mine.

"I mean....you should come over sometime, when you're not...drunk." He says and Bella just giggles and pats his chest.

"Maybe, we'll see" she says and Jon is probably taking that as a "I cant wait!" , but it's definitely a no. 

I make sure Jon isn't driving, and make sure April isn't either. April offers Jon to have the person picking her up, drop him off since it's on the way and then they're leaving together as I stand beside Bella, , half behind her and she leans against my chest. 

"Youre the best best friend" she says and tips her head back against my chest and I smile down at her. 

"So are you" I say and she smiles, and lifts her hands and reaches behind my neck and pulls me down.

"forehead" she says and I laugh. I place a kiss on forehead.

"now cheek" she says and I oblige, and tuck my cheek to her, and press my mouth to it. 

"your friend is terrible at kissing" she says and I laugh.

"yeah, i saw" 

"you're not though, i like yours" she says and I smile and turn her around on the stool and she smiles at me. I lift my hand and push her hair behind her ear.

"Pretty sure forehead kisses and cheek kisses are a far cry from...whatever the hell it was that he was trying to do." I laugh and she shrugs. 

"but i bet you kiss right. I mean...i've seen you kiss girls....i KNOW you kiss right." she says and I laugh.

"You been watching me make out with girls Peanut? You little voyeur pervert." I tease her and she laughs and shoves at my chest but again, doesn't make me move a single bit. 

"I've seen you neck in bars and parties." She says.

"Neck? What are you, an eighty year old woman?" I tease.

"Twenty four. Pretty close." she says and I smile and then take her face, make her dip her chin and then kiss the top of her head. 

I press a second one for good measure and then when i tip her head back up, there it is, the tears.