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Warnings: drinking, infidelity. ~700 words
I'm a terrible friend, I know that, but a bloke can't always help himself, right? Not when the bird is so damn pretty.
James snores gently on the sofa. No head for drink, that bloke. I finish my Firewhisky and look at her again. She's staring at me over the brim of her glass, with those damn deep and alluring green eyes of hers. Her red hair falls down her shoulders. One lock has snaked its way over her collarbone and I follow it with my eyes. Can't help myself. Her top is cut so low it should be illegal; looks like half of her tits are on display. I've never noticed before, but she has a small mole on the top of the left one. Suddenly all I want to do is bite the skin just below it...
She's your best mate's girlfriend, I remind myself. But my cock doesn't listen to reason. It's half-hard already, just from looking at her. Her hand comes up and brushes that distracting lock of hair off. I follow the hand and finally remember to look up at her face again. She's biting her bottom lip. Just nibbling a bit, really. That's when I know I'm a goner.
"I fancy a fag. Want to come with me?" I ask but we both know damn well what I'm really asking. Instead of answering, she just gets up and heads for the door. I look at her go for a bit before I remember to follow her. I love to watch them go.
She's left the door open and I step outside. It's a warm summer night so there's no point in getting a cloak, or shoes even. At first I wonder where she's gone, but the second I close the door she's there. Literally all over me. She kisses me and she tastes of wine and whisky but that's okay; so do I.
I grab her arse, something I've always wanted to do, and pull her against me as hard as I can. Her tits press against me and I all but rut against her. She bites my lip and I grab her hair and pull it so that I get access to her neck. When I bite down hard, she lets out a little moan that goes straight to my cock. Fuck love, fuck friendship. I have to have her right now.
She helps me pull her top over her head and I bury my face in her tits. I bite the exact spot I so desired a minute ago. She moans again and grabs my hair, pulling my head up for another hungry, deep kiss. She rubs herself shamelessly against me and I start pulling up her skirt.
I find a pleasant surprise as I reach her hips: she's not wearing knickers. A wonderful thing in a woman, that. She's all hot and wet when I push two fingers inside her and the little noises she makes are so obscene they ought to be against the law.
She's undone my flies and I have to really concentrate on not coming right away as she reaches for my cock. I practically throw her against the closed door and push into her. She grabs my shoulders and whimpers as I start riding her hard. Soon she's biting me on the neck and I feel her cunt spasm around my cock and it feels so damn good that I can't hold back anymore. She's tight and hot and dripping wet and I'm coming and it's so fucking good that it can't be wrong.
When I pull out she immediately begins to fuss with her clothes. When she's all dressed up again, she finally looks at me. "You've no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," she says, a little smile playing on her lips. I begin to panic. She's not expecting me to run off with her or anything, is she?
"But don't tell James that," she continues and I almost sag with relief. She winks at me and I laugh at her and it's okay as long as James doesn't know. As much as we both love him, we can't always help ourselves. That makes us terrible people, I guess, but so what? We're just people. People have needs.