Not getting caught is the interesting part – 02

Her words and open admiration of our naked bodies had me believing that the opportunity might be there to be REALLY good friends. I looked at her over smiling, and as unbelievable as it was, I felt myself getting hard.

“Look, Mark, I think he likes me,” Denise giggled.

He grinned, reaching out and cupping her ass. “What’s not to like?”

Elena looked down and saw my reaction. “Jesus, Derek. Again?”

I reached over and pulled my friend, my very special friend, close. “I think we might just take you up on that offer sometime.”

“Great. Come over any time. I’ll let the parents know you’re guests. But next time bring a suit, just in case.” Denise came over and gave us each a hug. “Don’t be strangers, and don’t make us wait too long.” Her hand reached down and brushed my awakening cock, sending shivers down my spine. Shivers? In 100 degree weather? I guess I did like her.

They turned and left us, heading back indoors, looking just as hot from behind. Elena and I made a beeline for the gazebo where we got dressed, silently.

I had just fucked my best friend. Even after she asked me not to. I had fucked her over and over again, like an animal out of control. What was I thinking? I was no better than Zoey. Fuck.

I didn’t know how badly things were messed up between us. Elena looked quiet and pensive as she covered up her sweet body, turning away from me, giving me one more long look at her oh-so-incredible ass. I wanted to say something. Tell her how special she was. How it wasn’t an accident, I’d wanted her for years. I couldn’t help myself, I would explain, she was too hot, too naked, too available. Fuck. I didn’t know what to say. I had to say something. Had I ruined everything?

“I guess Zoey made a clean getaway,” I finally blurted.

How lame.

“Like I really give a rat’s ass?” Elena answered.

Shit. I had totally fucked things up. Fifteen years of friendship down the drain. The best and worst day of my life, all in a span of 30 minutes. I could at least be a man about it. I wasn’t going to let her see me cry. Not this time.

She reached over and took my hand, and led me back between the houses. When we got to our yards, she turned left heading toward her place, still pulling me along by the hand.

“My parents won’t be home for hours. Let’s see if it’s half as good, with a real bed under us. And this time, let me breathe when I’m coming.”

It was going to be an awesome summer.

THE END