EroticReverie

Bella

I don't PLAN on anything happening, that's not why I'm not drinking. Sure, lie a little more to yourself, you've only been lying to yourself for nearly twenty four hours you hussy. I wouldnt make a move, I'd keep it all to myself that I was currently having a "got a big ole fat crush on my best friend that I thought i could ignroe, and have, for five years, but now im fucked" crisis. But if HE made a move tonight, I wanted to be sober. So he'd have no excuse to stop. No dont even think about him making a move, because he won't. You're setting yourself up for dissappointment Bella, shut , this , shit, down. Down, down , down. Shove that shit way down deep and dont let it fucking ever come out. You will NOT fuck up your friendship because you're horny. So knock it off, quit being a whore.  My inner monologue is a bitch. She's severe, but I need to listen to her. 

I'm dancing with the girls when a few guys try to join in. We laugh, and let them dance with us, because they're not being creeps, and one even pulls out a really BAD robot dance move making some of the girls laugh. A few of our guy friends are dancing nearby, keeping an eyes on the guys that have invited themselves into the circle. The few guys who are dating some of the girls, lay their claim to their girlfriends and give the "this one is off limits" move, by sliding arms around their waists and pulling them closer and dancing with them. 

As the few friends that are dating pair off, the rest of the girls start to with the other guys in our group as well as some of the new guys that have welcomed themselves into our little group.

I'm smiling at the last guy from the group of strangers and start to dance myself closer, because why not? He seemed cool, and was cute, and this is what I need to do, forget I'm crushing on my best friend, and crush on someone else. Deny. Distract. Deny. Distract. 

His eyes are on mine and then they're over my shoulder and he steps back slightly, and my brows pinch. Did I have something in my teeth? I didnt eat anything. 

But then I feel the "this one is mine" move being pulled on me, as a familiar hand I know all too well, slip between my arm and my waist, then over the front of me, hand splaying over stomach and pulling me gently back, until my backside is against the front of him. No. God, No. 

Yes. God. Yes. 

Walkers head dips down and I close my eyes as I feel his mouth against my ear, the brush of his short well kept beard against my jaw and neck. 

HE doesnt speak, just exhales against my ear and his nose then nudges against my neck by ear. 

"You dont dance" I say, because he doesnt. Not once in five years of knowing him, have I seen this man dance. 

"I dont do lots of things." He says. "but i'd do them for you." he says and shit, my ovaries are melting, thats the only explantation for the warm, wet...very..fucking...wet... heat pooling in my fucking panties right now. My ovaries have melted and are leaking right the fuck out of my body. 

"this makes us even for the hell hike" he says and ....right....he's not...flirting...he's just...being Walker. Being my best friend. 

"right....we're even..." I say as his hips move with mine and his hand stays on my stomach as he holds me tighter.

"almost even" he says against my ear.

"what else is there?" I ask. What do we have to break even for?

I doubt he hears it over the music, but I gasp as he presses his mouth to my neck. Warm, soft lips, push firmly on my the slope of my neck, leading to my shoulder. My knees wobble. Actually fucking wobble and he notices because he slips his hand over my stomach and around me, holding me to him to keep my ass from hitting the floor.

His mouth comes back to my ear. "Now.  Now we're even Peanut." 

I want to turn around, to look at him, to see if he's fucking with me, to see if he'll be grinning at me with a "gotchya" look , or giving me a look that says, yeah , more where that came from, want some more? But I cant turn around, cant look, because im scared of either look. 

"I didnt say it earlier." He says as we keeps dancing, my back to his front, and then I feel it, the hard bulge pressed against my ass as he grinds into me while dancing. Fuck , Im going to pass out, Im so fucking horny. I'm going to fucking scream any fucking second for fucking mercy, because I cant do this. I cant deal with my crush on him, when he's , doing what he's doing right now. 

"but...you look so fucking hot in this dress." he says and I feel my toes curl, my body fucking shiver and I whimper, my nipples tighten, my pussy throbs, it all happens at once, my body reacting to the WAY he says it. Like he NEEDS something. Like its more than a compliment. Like he wants me out of this fucking dress. 

"Is that okay? Me telling you how good you look in this dress?" He asks and I swallow, my head nods. 

"I think we need to have another talk." He says and his voice carries into my ear, and the shiver shoots down my spine.

"about what?" I ask. 

"You know what." he says and then is turning me around and it takes me a second, but when I do finally look up, I wish I hadnt, because there it is, the look. The, let's fucking do this, let's risk it all, let's fuck like two horny animals, and possibly ruin five years of friendship because we dont know how to pretend last night didnt happen, and that everything has ALREADY fucking changed even if we dont want it to. 

WE're not dancing now. We're just standing in the middle of the crowded area where everyone ELSE is dancing, while my panties get fucking soaked, and he slides his hands onto my hips and pulls me against him again, I suck in a breath. Hands on his chest as I look up at him. Don't do it. Don't say another word. Take it back. Take it all back, take it back right now Walker, I plead inside of my head. Dont ruin us. Please. Because im not going to tell you no. Im going to fucking say yes, Im going to come home with you, and let you take all my fucking clothes off, and take yours off, and screw your fucking brains out, because Ive wanted this, for five fucking years. Ive deep down, wanted this, and denied myself, telling myself it would never, could never happen. Don't do it. Dont fucking do it. Please.

"Should we call it a night , and go talk?" He asks and I swallow. I shake my head.

"I dont want to talk." I say. His brow lifts and then his hand lifts, his pointer under my chin as he lifts.

"No?" he asks and I shake my head again.

"Then tell me what you want to do Peanut." he says as he looks me in the eyes and I whimper softly, my mouth parting , my tongue wets my lips and I look from his mouth to his eyes. 

"I don't know." I say honestly . Because what I want to do, probably isn't what I SHOULD do. 

"Want to head out and we can figure it out at home?" he asks and I nod. 

Because, there was no point in staying here. I wouldnt be able to dance or have a good time and avoid everything that was going on inside of me right now. So, I had to go, with him, back to his place..back...home. His home, that somehow was also mine, and had been for a long time. I had to go with him, to either talk this out of our systems, or to....well...make probably the biggest mistake of my life and have sex with my best friend. 

"Let's go home Peanut." he says and drops his forhead to mine and nudges my nose with his.

"yeah" i say and nod with our noses brushing.