I was driving as we left the Chinese restaurant. Dave held the bag of food in the passenger seat while Bethany sat in the back seat. It was a rainy fall evening. The restaurant had told me that I was their last order, that they were closing for the evening, and that we better hurry up but what can I say? We were college students and going to be up very, very late studying for the exams the next morning.
Dave turned and asked Bethany if she wanted anything to nibble on now. I rolled my eyes.
“I can wait until we get back to campus.”
In the rear view, I saw her huff and look out of the window.
“So, are we going to study in the common area,” I asked.
“No, I think I’m going back to my room,” Bethany said.
“What? Why? That’s no fun,” Dave said.
“Because, I want to.”
“Are you mad at me?”
I stared straight ahead as I drove, knowing this conversation well. Dave and I were best friends, and we hung out with Bethany every day, for years. Dave had a crush on her and she knew it. It was obvious to everyone and so more than a few nights, I listened to this conversation.
“Dave, you’re my friend and I hate that it’s like this, but it is. I don’t like you. I know you like me. It’s never going to change. The more you push it, the more I want to stop hanging out with you.”
My cheeks turned red. I felt bad for him. I felt his heart breaking beside me.
“I can’t help that I like you,” he said.
“I know. I know how you feel. And I like you, as a friend. But you need to figure out a way to treat me like you do Britt and Laura and everyone else. It’s like you’re smothering me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
We pulled into the main road in campus, where I parked in the student lot.
“I’ll see you inside,” Dave said, taking the bag with him.
“I’m sorry,” Bethany said.
The door closed. Dave and I had a lot of late night conversations about her. We’d drive through the suburbs, to the shore and sit by the water, smoking cigars that we bought on the way. I cared about Dave and his mental health and he would beat himself up over her. I’d tell him to try to move on, that she just wasn’t interested. He knew. But in his mind, there was just one woman. It wasn’t borderline unhealthy, it was starting to affect all of his relationships.
In recent weeks, Bethany started dating. Nothing serious. She would go out with guys from our dorm. Never more than once. I thought she was just seeing who was out there. Back home, it was just the two of us. She knew us well. Probably too well. If Dave wasn’t so desperate and some new guy in her class, she probably would have considered him. Or so I thought.
Bethany pushed the center arm rest down and climbed up front. Without a word, she slid onto my lap. Her jean shorts rose up her legs as she sat sideways across me, her knees bent and on the middle arm rest. She turned and held my head against her chest. She cradled my head with her arms.
“What are you doi-,” I said.
“Shhh,” she held a finger up to my lips. Then she kissed them. Her tongue slipped past them. I hadn’t kissed anyone in a very long time. As we kissed, I felt my arousal and wanted to cover it up. But she was right on top of it.
“I like you,” she said. She reached down and felt my stomach, her hand hesitantly going lower, her breath catching in her chest as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed to.
“We can’t,” I said.
“Why can’t we,” she said. “I know. I know.”
She knew what I was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. I liked her. She liked me. We could never admit it to ourselves or to Dave.
“But maybe we can at least have this,” she said.
She grabbed my hand and asked me to follow her. We jumped a fence and snuck around the back of the building, where a door was slightly propped open. She later told me it was what the girls did so they could sneak out. We didn’t speak. The rain soaked our clothes and I started to shiver.
She led me to her room where there was a bedside lamp on. Dim yellow light. Music played. Dashboard. She lit incense and then took off her shirt. Her skin was pale and smooth, freckles here and there. Her dark hair and dark eyes captivated me but I managed to lift off my shirt. She reached behind her back and undid her bra.
We were soon naked and under her blankets, shivering still. But her breath was hot on my skin, and her hands began to warm and they were on my chest, her lips on mine. I felt my erection grow against her leg and she reached down, putting it between her legs where she felt wet. She grimaced as she pushed herself against me and I filled her. She rolled me on top of her.
Her breasts shook as I thrust deep and hard. She closed her eyes and I watched her mouth gape, her moans then louder. I moved a hand to her soft breast, taking it in my hand and feeling her cool skin. Her nipples were hard and I pinched one.
She reached down and pushed my stomach, until I was out of her. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood.
“Lie down,” she said.
She grabbed my hand to lead me down onto the bed. She straddled me and took my cock and pushed the tip against her. I slid in more easily now. She was wet and hungry for me and lowered herself until her clit presses against me. She rocked back and forth and seemed to speeding up until I felt her pussy tighten around me. She collapsed.
“Thank you,” she said.
I smiled up at her. She kissed me and she remained prone against me for a few minutes. Then she put both hands on my chest and pushed her body up.
“You wore me out.”
“We can stop,” I said.
“If we only have tonight, then I can’t. I don’t want to.”
She sat up and started to bounce up and down on my cock. I watched her breasts rise and fall. Her curly, black hair bouncing. I reached my hands up and she grabbed my palms to brace herself as she slammed up and down. I felt my body getting close. She looked into my eyes and sensed it too. She let go of my hands and slipped free of me and sat on my hip, taking my cock in her hands and jerking until my body shook and a stream of cum landed on my chest. Another on my stomach. She reached down to the floor and picked up her shirt and wiped it off of me.
“Oh my,” I said.
“I think we should be boyfriend and girlfriend,” she said.
I felt the conflict, and so did she.
“I really want to. I like you a lot and that was just, wow…”
“So, Dave needs to accept it.”
“He won’t. He’ll hate me. He’ll be so angry with you.”
“We will tell him this is what it is.”
She stood and went to the mini fridge and brought back a bottle of water. I watched her as she moved. There was so much to watch.
“We’ve known each other for years. We are good friends. I’ve liked you forever,” she said.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t say anything because?”
“Good girls let the guy lead. Not that I buy that anymore.”
“And I didn’t because of Dave.”
“Screw it all,” she said.
She took my hand and led me to the bathroom where she turned on the shower and stepped in. I joined her. She washed my body and I washed hers. She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, jerking me off with both hands until I came. She stood.
“How are we ever going to stop this,” I said.
“Let’s not.”
I kissed her and held her close and considered the future.