10. Mac
Mac
I drive home from MJ’s on cloud nine. When she told me to drive safely, my heart squeezed a bit. I know she still cares about me. As a friend at least, but maybe if the way her eyes darted to me all night is any sign, maybe more than friends too.
Between the stolen glances she thought she was getting away with and the little “drive safe” when I left, I didn’t want the night to end.
I had to text her when I got home, knowing she would be worried if I didn’t.
I didn’t expect her to respond though, and now I’m staring at my phone, trying to figure out what to say.
MJ: Thank you!!! How did you know?
ME: Just had a feeling you’d be worried ??
A wink face? What the fuck? Oh well, it’s done and sent now.
MJ: I was.. Thank you… again
I should really let her get some sleep, but I can’t seem to leave her alone now that we’re actually talking again.
ME: Np. What a re you doing still up?
My phone pings with a notification and I see there’s an attachment. When I open the photo, I see she has her tan legs propped up in her bed and the book I gave her tonight is in her lap.
ME: Ah, I see. Well, I won’t bother you, enjoy!
That came off a little more dismissive than I meant it, so I follow up with another text.
ME: Goodnight gorgeous
I scrub my hand down my face and groan. I’m in such deep shit.
I get out of my car, heading into the shop and upstairs.
I usually spend most nights in the shop’s loft, especially since work has been so busy.
Since Dad got sick, I try to not disturb his rest, and coming home at odd hours of the night usually does just that.
Plus, staying at the loft gives me a false sense of independence.
Dad used to do the same when I was a kid, not wanting to wake me or Jake up, especially on school nights.
I’ve cleaned up the space and made it my own, with Dad’s blessing, of course.
The sheets and comforter on the bed are blue, no longer the awful red and green plaid my dad used to have.
The only thing the loft is missing is a kitchen, but I make the space work for me.
I rarely cook anything while I’m working anyway and if I really need something other than the snacks or drinks I keep stocked in the refrigerator downstairs, I can always pop over to my parents’ house behind the shop.
The shower’s hot water is a welcome reprieve from the chilly creek I was just swimming in.
I lather up my shampoo and wash my hair with thoughts of the evening running through my mind.
If I’m being honest, MJ consumes my thoughts more often than not, especially lately.
She looked so good in her red bikini today.
It’s not lost on me that the color she chose is the same as the one she wore when we were sixteen.
I haven’t seen her all that often since I started working at the shop full time, but I’ve seen enough posts on social media to know she rarely wears red bathing suits.
She should, though, because damn, she looked good.
Her cute ass filled out the bottoms perfectly and her tits. I groan as my cock hardens.
I rinse out my hair and lather up more soap to wash my body.
Memories of being in the water with MJ, so close to touching her skin-on-skin, float around in my mind.
I have definitely popped more wood because of MJ in the last week than I have in the last few years.
I imagine what it would have been like if I had actually wrapped my arm around her waist in the water.
If I had pulled her into me like I wanted to.
Sliding my soapy hands down my chest and stomach, I fist my now throbbing cock.
Using the soap as lubricant, I grip my cock at the base and start pumping slowly.
Images of MJ in her bikini with her legs wrapped around my waist hit me, and I let out a deep groan.
What I wouldn’t give t o grip her thick thighs with my hands and fuck her right there in the creek.
Another image of those thighs enters my mind from the picture she sent me earlier and now I’m envisioning MJ on her bed, legs spread wide for me while I lick her pretty pink pussy.
I bet she’d taste sweet like sugar covered strawberries.
I can almost hear her soft moans as I grip my cock harder and stroke it faster.
Another image of MJ hits me. This time she’s on top of me, bouncing up and down, making the sweetest sounds.
Her blonde hair cascades down her back and hits the tops of my thighs and she looks down at me with those hazel-green eyes as she moans out my name.
I groan as my release shoots from me and hits the shower wall, abruptly bringing me back to the present where I am, in fact, alone in the shower, jerking off to my childhood best friend. Fuck !
I finish rinsing off all the soap, clean the shower wall of any proof of my wicked thoughts, and shut the water off.
Grabbing a towel off the hook, I wrap it around my waist and pad over to the connected bedroom.
I step into a pair of boxer briefs and a comfy T-shirt and then grab my phone to plug it in on the charger on the nightstand.
I glance at it once more and see two messages.
MJ loved “Goodnight gorgeous.”
The other message is in the BAMF chat, both Blake and Austin thanking me for showing up to the Grill and Chill. I crawl into bed and text them back.
ME: Np. Thank you both for the pep talks
BLAKE: Np dude, glad it helped
ME: Yeah, I was feeling more comfortable after a bit
AUSTIN: Sooooo ?? what’s your plan with MJ now that you’ve spent some time with her outside of the case?
I sigh as I read his text. Honestly, I don’t think my plan has changed much. I still want to be friends even though I would love to be more. Maybe more isn’t in the cards for us; I’m still bad news and she’s heading off to law school. It just doesn’t make much sense.
ME: Honestly, I think just trying to repair our friendship would be best
AUSTIN: You know you could be more than friends, right?
Here we go again. Austin and Blake have always supported me and MJ, even when we weren’t talking. Constantly telling me to just reach out, try talking to her. It has always made me wonder if they know more than they let on, but I don’t want them to betray MJ, either.
Me: Idk man, you think so?
AUSTIN: Abso-fucking-lutely!
Blake: You should probably tell her the truth, but yeah
ME: I can’t tell her everything until after the trial
BLAKE: That’s fair, but you should start with what we talked about before
AUSTIN: Question though, before you get too excited, if it doesn’t work, and she maybe doesn’t fall for you… You gonna be okay?
BLAKE: Further than that… If it works, and she leaves for law school, or you know, you end up going to prison…. Can you handle THAT?
Well shit. They both lift me up and then slam me right back down to reality.
I can’t tie MJ down to something that isn’t good for her.
The criminal and the lawyer, I scoff, yeah that sounds perfect.
Even if we repaired our friendship and tried for something more, it would likely just be a summer fling, if that.
There is a possibility that I’m hauled off to prison on the day of my trial next month.
ME: Idk guys, we’ve both changed, but I’m still no good for her. Besides, it’d only be for a few weeks, maybe months, if I’m lucky and then we’d part ways.
BLAKE: We get it
ME: I think it’s just safer to focus on the friendship. If I can manage that.
BLAKE: What do you mean?
ME: I texted her when I got home…
AUSTIN: ??
I tab back to my conversation with MJ and screenshot it to send to the guys. Maybe they can read between the lines for me.
AUSTIN: LOL dude you’ve got it bad!
BLAKE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
ME: WHAT???
BLAKE: Really? A winky face… Goodnight gorgeous?
I chuckle to myself. Yeah, I knew they’d give me shit.
AUSTIN: It’s a start, but I still think you should try to hang out with her more. Outside of the case, just the two of you now that you know you can still talk to each other. It was fucking painful watching you tonight. Fix it.
I rub my hand down my face. There’s no way we can repair our friendship if we’re still awkward as fuck together. I guess I’ll start there and try to spend more time with her. See what happ ens. I don’t want to force anything, but it would be nice to get my best friend back.
Setting my phone on the nightstand, I slide into a deep sleep filled with dreams of MJ.
June 16
When my alarm goes off, it is way too early, but there is always work to be done in the shop. I grab my phone and immediately send MJ a text, hoping to work on the plan to regain her friendship.
ME: Good morning ??
I hit send and then immediately regret it, realizing how early it is on a Sunday.
When we were kids, MJ used to always sleep in on Sundays so if that’s still her thing then I definitely just fucked up.
Hopefully she has her phone on “Do Not Disturb” so she won’t see it until she wakes up in a few hours.
Stretching, I head to the bathroom to clean up and change into some work clothes before heading downstairs. Spoon isn’t open yet, so I make do with an energy drink in the fridge to get me going since I am dog-ass tired.
A few hours of steady work pass by quickly. I take a break and grab a snack and some water before checking my phone for any messages and social media. As if on cue, my phone pings, and my heart beats wildly when I see it’s from MJ.
MJ: Good morning to you too ?? what were you doing up so early?
ME: Up working at 5. I didn’t wake you with my text earlier, did I?
MJ: Not at all, I just woke up
Thank goodness, I breathe a sigh of relief. I peek at my emails and see that the part I ordered in Cedar Bend is ready to be picked up. Looking at the schedule, it seems like a lighter day as well. Maybe I can get in some time with MJ if I play it right.
ME: Good, I’m glad. What are you up to today?
Her reply is almost instant.
MJ: Not too much. Thinking about coffee at Spoon and checking out the new bookstore in Cedar Bend. You?
I quickly look up the new bookstore and see that it doesn’t open for a few hours. An idea comes to mind, and I go to type out a reply to MJ, but before I can hit send, the bell at the front door rings as someone enters the shop.