Eleven Years in the Making...

A friends to lovers short story

Contains explicit sexual content. Only for readers 18+

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“I just...I guess I secretly knew it was going on for a while now, but it felt better to lie to myself and pretend it wasn’t happening,” I admitted with a heavy sigh as I propped my hand underneath my chin, my eyes focused on the multi-colored specks that littered the beautiful granite countertop below me.

Standing across for me, his long, toned arms outspread on the counter, Nick simply stared at me with his concerned, ocean blue eyes. Best friends since our first year of undergrad, he was always there when I needed solid advice. Or an ear to whine to, which is what was currently happening.

“So, what are you going to do?” He asked after taking the final sip of his IPA.

“I mean, there’s really nothing to do except file for divorce. We talked it out and I just don’t see myself getting past it. Besides, the lack of remorse on his end was painfully awakening…”

“Yeah, being cheated on..is...it’s the worst,” he admitted as he placed his tall, sleek beer glass into the sink. “Want another?” He added, glancing at three quarters of the way emptied glass in front of me.

“I do, but I probably shouldn’t. Did you feel this shitty when it happened with Tisha?”

“Yes, and then some. You’ll get over it, though. Just takes time,” he assured me.

“Are we just bad luck or something? Or worse, bad in bed?”

“Well, speak for yourself on the latter,” he shot back with a deep chuckle. “Maybe we’re just drawn to psychopaths and their magnetic charm,” he playfully suggested.

“Well, I hope the father of my child isn’t a psychopath but, you know, I wouldn’t be surprised with how all of this has unfolded.”

“Yeah, it’s just so crazy, like, I don’t know...you were an awesome wife to him, you’re beautiful, working your ass off to get your PhD while simultaneously raising his daughter, and he’s sneaking around on Tinder planning secret hookups with college chicks? He’s a fucking moron, and it just pisses me off to think about someone treating you like that.”

Pisses him off? I wondered, his sudden protectiveness catching me off guard. And it’s not as if I had never received a compliment from Nick before...but beautiful? That was a first. The air in the room now unexpectedly heavy, I simply sat there in silence. My gaze set on Nick, I suddenly found myself looking at him in a different light. Had his biceps always been that impressive? His jawline so severely angular? What the hell was going on with me?

In order to distract myself from my thoughts, I stood up and wandered to the dining room table behind me. Laid on on its surface was a huge, elaborate blueprint.

“What’s this for, Nick?” I asked.

“Some huge ass project. They’re turning that old lot on Flower St. into an outside mall.”

“Looks really spectacular. You architectural genius, you,” I teased as I turned around and leaned back against the long, wooden table.

“I don’t know about the genius part, but thanks anyways,” he shot back as he wandered over and claimed a spot next to me.

“I’m sure it impresses all your dates,” I teased.

“I actually haven’t been on any in months now.”

“Yeah?” I pried, halfway confused. If anyone wouldn’t have a problem finding a date, it was him.

“If I was going to get involved with someone again, it would need to be built on the right foundation. I’m guess I’m tired of dealing with all the superficial bullshit.”

“I mean, fair enough,” I said as I shot him a small eye roll, his answer leaving me somewhat surprised.

“You know I always wonder why we never had a thing,” he let out as he looked down at me.

“A thing?” I questioned with narrowed eyes.

Is he referencing what I think he is? I wondered. I mean, it’s not as if I never thought about it. Hell, I still did think about it probably more than I should.

“Yeah, back during our undergrad. I’m pretty sure everyone hooked up except us,” he joked, confirming what I thought he was asking.

“If I remember correctly, I’m positive everyone did except us,” I teased, an unexpected warmth now encompassing my cheeks.

“I guess I just figured it would be a bad idea.”

“Why?” I pried, keeping my tone playful even though my curiosity was on the verge of being uncontainable. “It’s not as if I would have said no. I mean, you definitely took the cake for most cool, and to to mention smart, out of our friend group.”

He pursed his lips as if deciding what to say, his midnight blue gaze scanning the marble floors for an answer. The few silent moments that had already passed were starting to feel like eternity.

“Mainly because...you were, are, just such a cool person, I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship over something as inconsequential as a hookup.”

“So you friend-zoned yourself intentionally? Never heard of that tactic before,” I joked as I stared up at him with confused, narrowed eyes. “If things would have worked out differently, though, who knows if we’d be in each other’s lives right now? And I’m sure glad to have you in mine.”

“I am too, Jen,” he agreed with a small grin, his gaze still set on me.

My eyes suddenly glanced to his full, tempting lips, my body yearning to discover what it would finally feel like to have them crash down on mine. I quickly looked away, hoping he didn’t notice.

Nick suddenly straightened his posture and took a step closer to me, closing the already small distance between us. Realizing what was about to take place, I tried to even my breathing but it was no use. As his arms encircled my waist, his intense gaze peering down at me, I felt my core already awakening with a burning warmth. Taking my chin is his hand, he leaned down towards me until our lips were mere centimetres apart.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his low, husky voice sending a shockwave of desire through me.

I suddenly pushed my lips to his, boldly parting them as I took his full bottom lip in between mine. Kissing me back with just as much passion, his tongue invaded my mouth and claimed mine. Rhythmically teasing it, I let out a deep moan into his open mouth as he pulled my body even tighter into his. His hard chest now pushing into me, his strong hands pulling my ass into him, I more than wanted him. I needed him.

Our mouths still ravaging one another’s, I reached for his button up and began recklessly undoing it with my clumsy fingers. I ran my hands up his broad, toned chest, the feeling of his bare skin under my fingertips leaving me craving to feel all the other parts of him. Our kiss deepening, his hands then reached for the zipper at the back of my sundress. Effortlessly unzipping it within seconds, he then let it fall to floor. Now in nothing but my Calvin Klein briefs, I suddenly felt strangely subconscious.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he proclaimed, momentarily breaking our kiss to survey me. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you that.”

As I processed his words, his lips took mine once more in a head-spinning kiss. I suddenly felt myself being lifted up by his strong arms, my ass soon coming into contact with the cool surface of the table. Wrapping my legs around his narrow waist, I boldly reached for his belt and began undoing it. Within seconds, I was pulling down his black boxer briefs. Taking his hard thickness in my hands, it was more impressive than I had ever imagined. I stroked it up and down, loving the feeling of it throbbing underneath my fingertips.

“Ahh, Jen,” he moaned as he threw his head back in pleasure.

He then slipped both of his hands into my panties and began pulling them down. I raised myself up slightly so he could get them all the way off. Lowering his body downwards, his arms widespread on the table’s surface for support, his tongue then dove into my wetness. Teasing my clit as he expertly flicked it back and forth, I felt my stomach began to tighten even more. For minutes he continued to relentlessly tease me, my body surrendering to the pleasure more and more with each passing second.

“Fuck me,” I finally demanded, my breathy voice barely more than a whisper.

Roughly grabbing both my hips, I let out a pleasurable cry as I felt his hardness invade me. He then pulled me towards him by the back of my hair, taking my mouth in another ravenous kiss as as he continued to enter me. Thrusting my hips towards him to match his deep, powerful thrusts, my cries continued to grow louder as he mercilessly took me. I had never experienced such intense, ‘unable to think straight’ fucking before. It’s as if we were finally letting out all suppressed attraction we had built up over the past eleven years.I suddenly felt my orgasm begin to approach, the sound of him slamming into my wetness only making it come on that much more quickly.

“Ahhh, ahhh,” I cried as I threw my head back, everything going black as a shockwave of ecstasy ran through me. Mid-cry, Nick’s mouth took mine in a final kiss, our tongues still wildly intertwined as he pulled out of me and surrendered to his climax.

Well, this just made things a hell of a lot more complicated...I thought as we ended our kiss, our faces only inches apart and our breathing still ragged.

I didn’t care, though. I couldn’t remember the last time my body reacted so strongly to simply having a man inside of me, my orgasm arriving with such unforced ease. Maybe it was because my ex stopped putting effort into our lovemaking years ago, or maybe it was that all this time I was in denial of how attracted I had always been to Nick. Our breaths mingling with one another’s, our intertwined bodies still coming down from our heightened states, I didn’t just want this to be a one time thing. And I had a feeling he didn’t either...

#shortstory #erotica #friendstolovers #steamy