Chapter 10 #2
Our eyes connect as I place my hand on her forehead. “Are you feeling okay?” Why is she throwing in the sex equation when pretending to be in a relationship with her is already going to be hard enough?
She hits my hand away. “You admitted that you don’t like vanilla sex, so let’s work on that. Do you always have vanilla sex?”
I take a deep breath, glad that she’s still my best friend and calling me out on my shit. I nod. “Yep. Pretty much.” My palms are fucking sweating.
“Okay, let’s change that. I’ll help. We can start right now.”
I blink, wondering what the hell she just said.
My body knows exactly what she’s offering because my dick is hard in an instant.
I stare at her, terrified. I think I’m having an out-of-body experience right now.
Am I hearing her right? If I start having casual sex with her, Coach will definitely know something’s up with me. And it’ll be serious this time around.
She adds, “It’ll be like we’re actually dating. We’ll coach each other. You can treat me as if I were your real girlfriend.”
Easy.
“Okay,” I mutter, trying to gather all the courage I can right now. “What if we did the real thing instead?”
Those gorgeous eyes watch me carefully, and my internal organs are doing flips. And then she laughs, so I chuckle too.
“I am offering the real thing. It’s not like I’m handing you over a blow-up doll of myself.”
I laugh at her stubbornness. She can avoid a serious question like the plague.
She continues, “We can’t just jump into a relationship. How do we even know if we like each other like that?”
I wouldn’t survive if she changed her mind right now, so I nod, giving her the benefit of the doubt. I swear she loves me like I love her, but if she’s going to say what she just said, maybe we need to take it slow. “Okay. So, we fake date and coach each other in sex.”
We stare at each other, and I think we’re both well aware of how crazy that sounds.
I glance at her lips, licking mine.
“Aren’t you going to clean the whipped cream off your face first?” she asks.
I mutter, “Do it for me.”
She leans in and wipes my face. “This is going to be good, I think. I mean, you’re okay with this, right?”
I blink a few times, slowly shrugging. “Yeeeaaaaahhhhh.”
She laughs.
“Where did this idea come from?” I ask.
She shrugs slowly like I just did and says, “I don’t know.
It was all that vanilla talk during our run, telling your dad I’m your girlfriend, and guilt since we’re not best friends right now.
You know what? You said we’re faking it, so I said screw it and let’s go the extra mile.
Honestly, it kind of fell out of my mouth.
Like vomit. I couldn’t control it. I’ve been thinking of ways I could help you with your sex life, and this just might be the answer. ”
“Vomit ,” I say glancing at the TV. Maybe it was the way I pinned her down. It had me fantasizing for a moment too.
“So, treat me like a girlfriend,” she says. “I mean, obviously, I’m not your girlfriend.”
You could be.
Fuck.
I adjust myself because my hard dick is bothersome in my underwear. We’re still best friends.
“Do you want more cookies?” I ask, changing the subject.
She shakes her head.
“Whipped cream?” I offer.
“Sure,” she says, clearing her throat. There’s nothing friendly about the way she’s looking at me as I spray whipped cream into her mouth. Her mouth is perfectly angled and then she licks her lips, eating the cream.
“Ads,” I groan, clearing my throat now because it’s constricting from this dry air. “I don’t know–”
“Don’t be a pussy,” she says.
So, I slowly move my hand over to her cheek, gripping her head. Her lips part as I hesitate. I can’t believe she’s offered this. Is this her way of saying she wants me?
I gulp and ask, “You want a taste of my vanilla?”
She nods, glancing down at my lips. “Yeah,” she whispers.
Fuck…
I.
Am.
Screwed.
My mouth waters. “Aren’t you going to give me some pointers right now?”
“First I need to know what I’m working with.”
I swallow. “Right.”
The tension is thick now that I have my hand on her face. Before I do anything, I say, “Are you sure?”
She nods, giving me a look I’ve seen before. This look is normally given to me in the middle of a simple conversation. It brings me back to reality. Addison is my best friend, and I can’t fucking jeopardize that.
I drop my hand because I don’t know if I can do this. I shake my head. “Baddie.”
She unbuttons her top, and all I can do is watch. Her nipples slip past the satin, and she drops it to expose herself to me.
And.
I’m.
Fucking.
Rock.
Hard.
I can’t ever unsee this.
She’s beautiful.
Perfect.
Solid ten out of ten.
My dick presses against my underwear as I stare.
Her boobs are fucking perfect.
She has a tan line that I want to lick.
This is happening, and it’s happening fast. One moment we’re flirting and now this. I clear my throat, looking at her eyes now. I quickly yank my shirt off to match her. As her eyes glide down my body, I wonder if she’s attracted to me.
I look down again, and my dick throbs at the sight. “Usually.” I gulp. “I take off their shirts.” I nod. Yup, that’s typically my job. “It happens naturally while kissing.” She shrugs. “I like to take off my own shirt.”
“Okay.” I nod anxiously. I had no idea she had this under her shirt. I mean, obviously she has boobs, but they look like this? God, I’m a complete idiot. “I like to take mine off too.”
She smirks in a way I’ve seen a thousand times, and my balls are clenching at the sight. This is new territory, and I’m scared to fuck it up. Now that smirk is making my dick extra hard.
She reaches for her shirt and throws it back on. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
It happens so fast that I’m speechless like whiplash. She’s taking off her top one second and then changing her mind the next. When she stands, I call out her name. “Ads.”
She walks toward the hallway. “Forget about it.”
I follow her, not bothering to reach for my shirt. I grab her wrist and force her to stop before she can step into the bathroom. “Addison,” I say sternly as my palm cups her neck. I lick my lips as I lean down. “I’m sorry. I know I’m hesitating.”
“Yeah, you are,” she sasses. And I press my body against hers until she reaches the wall behind her.
“I still want to be your best friend.” My dick is pressed against her, and it feels so fucking good to be this close to her.
“You’ll always be my best friend.”
I nod. “I’m scared I’ll fuck it up.”
“I thought you were a yes man?” she teases.
I smile, licking my lips again. “I am, but this is different.”
“I’m nothing special. I need the practice too.”
Great. She needs the practice too? For who?
But in reality, I would never treat her like I would a girlfriend because she is so much more.
She’s Baddie Addie, the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for.
Ads, the most down to earth, real, honest person in the world.
Addison, the most beautiful woman I have the pleasure of knowing inside and out.
We have an unmatchable bond, I see that now.
I say, “You are special, and you aren’t just any girlfriend.”
“But if I was.”
I rest my forehead on her, watching her carefully. “But you aren’t.” My fingers glide down her shoulders and onto her arms. “Baddie,” I mutter, closing my eyes now. “Please fucking kiss me.”