My Best Friend’s Brother

The problem is that as he realizes how I react to this, he keeps moving his hands up slowly, squeezing my ass, and pulling me against him, making me feel him between my legs.

I don’t think we can linger here, so even though I’m no good at doing this, I remove my panties amidst some laughter from both parties. He grabs a condom from somewhere in his jeans, making me roll my eyes that he forewarned me about what we would do. Or maybe he wasn’t planning on doing it with me, or whatever. I don’t want to think about that right now, and I want to go down slowly, feeling him fill me little by little, making me close my eyes.

Our movements are limited, but that doesn’t make it any less good. We won’t be long because this is not the ideal place to be doing this, but it makes it so exciting that he has found a way to be a little firmer and increase his movements taking me to the heights now.

It is the best part of what is between us. We are a perfect match and don’t need to talk about…

”That’s it!”

He stops at the moment, and we laugh as I put my hand over my mouth. He looks at me for a while, biting back a smile, then continues what he was doing before, and I hold my hand to my mouth as I close my eyes and dive deeply into the sensations he is causing me.

When we are done, and he looks at me like this for a few seconds, it makes it seem like this time was different. It was intense, making me feel fulfilled in a way that made me a little afraid. But I suppose that’s because our foreplay has started since we were looking at each other in the living room at Julie’s earlier today.

… Chris…

Molly is not the easiest person to understand, although she doesn’t seem that way at first glance. She alternates between being well, being happy, and also thoughtful. She has laughed at what we did, seemed to relive everything in her memory, and now she is looking at the road ahead thinking, but not in a relaxed way, she seems immersed in thought, and something about it all bothers her. I ask:

”Are you okay?”

She seems to have come out of a trance as she looks at me and forces a smile saying:

”Yes, I am.”

I don’t insist, but I know there is something else she doesn’t want to tell me, and I do something that I wouldn’t consider it any other situation:

”I’m sorry.”

She looks at me a bit confused, and I complete:

”I’m sorry I said that thing about you being jealous.”

Now she looks at me perplexed, and I realize how much this is demanding of me, and she knows it.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I look back to the road when she finally says:

”All right, let’s forget about it.”

I smile at her, but seconds later, she returns to her private thought zone and stays that way until we reach the parking lot of our building.

…

I would love it if she had invited me in with her, and I would also love it if she didn’t seem to regret what we were doing because that is the impression I get sometimes. I’m trying to show her how much I care about her and how much I like her, but it’s hard to do that when she doesn’t allow me into her thoughts, let alone her life, how I want to.

But I will let her think it over. I know she will make a good decision. She always surprises me. I hope this time it will be in a good way too.

…

My cell phone doesn’t receive any messages from her. As much as I haven’t planned anything to do today, it would be a good idea if she at least showed up to see Julie, so I could study how she is doing a little. I could even send a message asking, but I don’t think she would like that.

I wish I didn’t think about her so much, which makes me nervous. In the afternoon, I give up waiting for her to give me some sign and leave the house, but I pass in front of her apartment. I betray all my principles and knock on her door. Sometime later, Chantal appears at the door. I ask:

”Is Molly there?”

Chantal looks at me with a chuckle but then says:

”No, she left a while ago.”

I thank her and decide that it’s better this way. At least it won’t look like I’m running after her, which is very obvious lately.

I stayed a few hours at Adan’s house, playing a new game to distract myself. I know I shouldn’t be acting like this, but I can’t get her out of my mind and checking my cell phone to see if she decided to call me is one thing that is making it very obvious to me that I am more into her than I thought.

”We should go out.”

Adan says as I try to move faster than him on the game mission. I glance at him, who is still waiting for an answer. I shrug, and he continues:” I don’t know. Just have a drink in Austin.”

Austin is a bar downtown where Adan and I always go on the weekends. I say:

”Okay.”

And he adds as we get up from the couch:

Don’t worry; I won’t let any girl molest you while thinking about your neighbor.

I pretend to be amused, and he laughs even more.

…

Strangely enough, I’m not enjoying being here anymore with all these people bumping into us while we’re sitting by the counter.

You have been thinking so much about this woman that she has already materialized there.

I follow Adan’s eyes and see Molly sitting at one of the bar tables.