EroticReverie

Walker

“This should be -pant- illegal” Bella huffs as I watch her ass in front of me as she bends over. Hands on her knees and breathes hard with sweat soaking the back of her shirt. She has a great ass. Real nice. Itd probably look even better bent over in my bed, naked, slapping off my hips. My dick twitches as I remember that ass pushing up against me last night. As I remember grinding said dick into said ass. Jesus. This was a fucking problem. Last night was…a mistake…she said so right? 

“For someone who works out regularly , you sure suck at this.” I say and smack her ass lightly. Teasingly. And have to actively not take a fucking handful and give it a good squeeze. Smacking it is fine. We give each other teasing swats sometimes. 

She yelps and jerks back upright and reaches behind her and palms her ass and rubs it. She scowls at me. I just grin. I’m trying to be normal. I hope I’m being normal. But last night really fucked with my head. Because if she’s been sober…I don’t think I’d have stopped. I’d have let my dick run the fucking show and probably, no, most definitely would have had sex with my best friend. 

“This is different! Hiking like this is torture! I can’t believe this is a HOBBY and people do this for FUN.” She says and wipes the sweat on her hair line and huffs. I stop and lean against one of the marked trees. 

“And you LIED. this is NOT the baby trail!” She says and I give a little laugh. Because I DID veer us off the baby trail and onto the harder trail. But she’s right. I loved to make her sweat. Loved to watch her glare at me and curse at me whenever I made her do something outside of her comfort zone. Maybe it made me a little bit of a jerk, but it was all out of love for the way I know she’d easily forgive me right after she stopped sweating and panting. 

“Must’ve taken a wrong turn on accident.” I say as I take the water bottles out of my backpack and hand her the yellow one I bought for her with rubber ducks all over it. Then I’m thinking about the time my ex Nicole pulled it out of my cupboard to use and I’d taken it from her and got a different for her. And caused an argument when she realized why I wasn’t letting her use it. Because it wasn’t hers. I’d bought it for Bella. And maybe it was a dick move and I should’ve just let her use it. But I didn’t like the idea of someone else using something is specifically bought for Bella. And because Bella teared up the first time I gave it to her to use on one of the hikes I coax her into. That’s one of the reasons she’s my best friend, because she appreciates the little things. The three dollar water bottle I found at a dollar general, she cried like I’d given her diamonds. 

“Yeah” she huffs as she snatches her water bottle while glaring at me, her entire face pink and red from the hike. “ACCIDENTALLY. SURE.”

“Sadist” she mutters under her breath as I just smile at her. 

“Fuck. it’s so hot out, ITS SEPTEMBER!” She yells up through the trees at the sun beating down. I laugh at her screaming at the sun. 

“Jesus Christ , I’m going to die” she whines as she drops her head and whimpers. 

She trudges over to the other side of the small path and I grin as I watch her growl as she sits on a somewhat thin tree section that fell over. I watch the dead wood snap and she yelps as she drops and then falls back into the brush. I laugh once and stop when she doesn’t move and just lays there. 

“Bella?” I ask as I push off the tree and walk over and look down and then any trace of amusement is gone as I see her with her eyes closed and her lower lip quivering.

“You okay? Are you hurt?” I ask as I drop my water bottle and take off my backpack and drop it and then reaches down and over and grab her hands.

“I’m fine” she croaks and now I feel like a dick. I pull her up to her feet and she’s sniffling and I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her and press my mouth into hair and kiss it. 

“You’re not hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head. 

“You mad at me?” I ask and stroke her back and she whimpers. 

“A little” she says and I smile softly. 

“You gonna forgive me?” I ask quietly. 

“Debating” she sniffles and I press another kiss into the top of her head. 

“I promise to never take you on the bad trail ever again.” I say. 

“I hate being sweaty in the woods, it’s terrible and gross and I hate it , and I..I hate it” she whines and I smile and then step back slightly and she lifts her head. 

“I try to..do the things you like..because I love you and you’re my best friend..but I fucking HATE hiking” she sniffles and I smile and wipe the tears that slip from her eyes. 

Maybe that’s why I liked bringing her with me even though she can’t stand hiking. Because I knew she’d do it anyways , for me. That she liked spending time with me even if it meant doing something she couldn’t stand. 

“I appreciate it you know” I say and she sniffles. 

“Appreciate what?” She asks and looks up at me. 

“You spending time with me, even when it’s doing something you don’t enjoy. “ I say and she shrugs. 

“Well you watch trash reality television with me and you hate it, so it’s only fair” she says and I smile as she looks down. 

“I don’t hate it. Not if I watch it with you.” I say and she lifts her eyes to mine and narrows them. 

“Liar.” She huffs, because she knows my very strong dislike for reality television. 

“You always say it’s trash, and a waste of time” 

“It IS a waste of time, but being with you and spending time with you, isn’t.” I say and she looks at me.  

“Youre forgiven.” She sniffs and I smile at her. 

“Thank you” I say and lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. 

“Get me out of this hell” she sighs and I chuckle against her forehead. 

We grab our water bottles, I grab my back pack. And twenty minutes later after finishing the last mile of the trail, we get in the car and I blast the ac for her as she chugs the rest of her water. 

Twenty minutes after we’re at the duck pond and I’m smiling as I watch her in her fucking glory as she tosses corn around and yells at the ducks for being greedy while she tries to feed the one that clearly has a bum leg and stumbles around as it waddles trying to get a kernel of the corn. 

“Have you no heart?! No manners? Get! Let your friend get some! Here baby, here you go, damnit, I said let him have some!” She scolds the other ducks as I lean against the truck and watch her shake her finger at the ducks as she tries to step around and make them back up as they quack and retreat. 

“Cmere little baby Frankenstein” I hear her say as she sits on the ground and crosses her legs and pats the ground in front of her as if she can get it to come to her. My lips are tipped high as I watch her softly click her tongue lay a handful of corn on the ground. 

To my surprise after a minute the poor little thing waddles over and I watch her nodding. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Some people might say she cries too much. But she doesn’t. She’s sweet.  She’s emotional, yes. But I love that about her. Emotional isn’t a bad thing when it comes having a heart like hers. If you cry? She’s crying with you. If someone on the tv screen cries? She cries too. Sees something exceptionally cute? Waterworks. You do something thoughtful or nice for her? Tears and sometimes full on sobs. She’s good people. The best. 

When she reaches out to stroke its back she’s smiling as it pecks at the corn and eats its fill while she pets it. 

“Got yourself a Snow White” an older man’s voice says and I look over to find the guy who runs the volunteer stand that hands out the little buckets of corn standing there watching Bella. 

I smile and look back at her. “She’s something isn’t she?” I say as I look at her with adoration. 

He gives an affirmative hum.

A few minutes later the duck is standing there waiting for more. 

She looks around and find me and the older man watching her. 

“Hey Sal, how much can he have? Will he get a belly ache if I feed him more?” She asks and my heart tightens in my chest. I’ve never met a cuter fucking human being in my entire life. 

The man, apparently named Sal, shrugs. 

“He should be good. Probably will stop eatin when he’s had enough.” He says and then looks puzzled as she smiles and returns to spoiling the disabled duck. 

“Well now I feel rude because I’m Not sure how she knows me” he says confused. 

“I bring her here all the time. Well, once in awhile. She probably remembers it from another time.” I say and he hums and then goes back to the little shed. I look back at her and smile. Because it’s just another thing she was good at, remembering peoples names, making them feel special. 

“Walker cmere. meet little baby Frankenstein” she says as she turns her head. 

I walk over. But once I get within twelve feet the duck quacks and waddles back and stumbles. Then is up and hopping and waddling on his bum foot as she frowns. 

I stop walking but the little jerk has already hopped into the shallow water and she calls to him. 

“He’s not as scary as he looks!” She says and I huff a laugh. 

“Gee. Thanks.” I say as I take a seat in the grass with her and she begins to toss the corn into the water for the other ducks waiting. And tosses some out in front of us a safe distance away to allow the ducks to feel comfortable coming to retrieve it. 

“Youre just a big guy. Tall. Intimidating. And Baby Frankenstein doesn’t know you’re just a gentle giant” she says and I look at her. The side of her face. The way the little baby hairs are all curly from the sweat from earlier. Her lashes. The slope of her nose. Her full lips. That lower lip. Fucking tempting. I lick my lips and fantasize briefly about laying her down and claiming it with my teeth right here right now. 

“Youre a giant too. I’m only five inches taller than you” I say. 

“Six.” She says and I roll my eyes with a laugh and she brushes off her hands when she’s done with the corn and then leans back on her hands and uncrosses her legs and slips them out in front of her. 

“I need a shower” she sighs. 

Her. Naked. Shower. Yes. Let’s go. Right now. Let’s fucking take a shower together. Let me wash you, let me put my fucking hands on you because I can’t stop thinking about putting my fucking hands on you now that they’ve been in your body in a non platonic way. Let’s get clean and then work up a sweat again in my bed. 

She turns her head with and then her brows pinch. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asks and shake my head out of my little shower fantasy. 

“Like what?” I ask and cock my brow.

She eyes me skeptically. “Dunno. Just…you were looking at me weird” 

“That’s just my face” I say and she smiles with a little laugh. 

“Want me to take you home or back to my place?” I ask. 

She looks at me for a second and then shrugs. 

“Whatever you wanna do” she says and she doesn’t mean that. Because if she knew what I wanted to do right now. I’d probably get smacked. 

“Do you want to just come back to my place and stay the night?” I ask and I see her swallow and her mouth parts. 

“I…uhm…do you think…we should?” She asks. 

“Should what?” I ask. 

“You know. The thing that never happened? Is me sleeping over a good idea now that you know what my boob feels like?” She asks trying to make light of it. But the fact there’s a shift, and that things have changed enough to make her think she can’t stay the night anymore. Well, it’s upsetting. I don’t want things to fucking change. I want her. In my god damn bed. I want to fucking spoon her and hold her. 

“If it never happened, why wouldn’t you stay?” I ask and she chews her lip.

“You sure you want me to?” She asks. 

“Positive.” I answer with zero hesitation. 

“If you’re sure.” She says and I nod.

“I am.” I say and she nods back.