My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 4

We finish the movie, commenting and eating the mountain of Thai food Jon ordered. I swear he ordered like 4 entrees and 2 appetizers, and some rice pudding situation. It was all fantastic, but we did not get close to finishing it all. Once the movie was over and Darren still wasn't back, I thought about going home, but Jon kept peppering me with questions about my life and we still hadn't discussed the kiss. "How many siblings do you have?" He asked me rapid-fire"5," I reply. "I have 3 step sisters, one-half brother, and one-half sister." I Spit out the words as fast as possible like we are in a game show. "Where did you grow up?" He asks, "That's hard because I have a couple of different answers," I say, "I was born in Washington and spent the first 8 years of my life here, but my mom decided to move us to Hawaii when I was 8. After graduating high school, I moved to Colorado and now I am back here in Washinton". I waited for him to ask the question everyone asks, why would you ever want to leave an island paradise? He doesn't ask that, though. He just looks at me thoughtfully and moves on to his next question. "How did you meet Darren?" This question catches me off guard, and I skip a beat this time. "We met online like most people do these days," I replied, wanting to move on to a conversation, not about Darren. "You mentioned earlier that you aren't dating Darren?" What is with him! I don't even know how to answer that question. I look over at him when I reply in a clipped voice, "I mean I don't really know it was kind of going in that direction but we have only been out a couple of times." At this, he leans back a little bit sinking into the couch a little bit I look up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry you didn't deserve that, but it is true. I don't know if we are dating or if it's just casual. We have barely kissed, and we haven't had sex yet if that is what you're asking." Why did I just say that? My eyes get wide, and I can feel my face turning red. "That's not what I meant to say. I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to tell you that." Just stop talking.

I shove a forkful of noodles into my mouth to prevent myself from saying anything else. Jon looks at me with a smirk and says without missing a beat, "that's a lie". My eyes go wide at this it almost makes me choke on the massive bite of Phad Thai I just shoved into my mouth. He continues, "I saw you leaving Darren's this morning, remember." I am finally able to swallow, and I look at him, "Just because I slept over does not mean that we had sex." I cross my arms over my chest defensively. "We just slept in the same bed. I didn't want to drive home at 2 in the morning because I can't see very well at night, and I was tired".

I try to make this sound as convincing as possible. Jon raises his eyebrows at me. "So you really didn't have sex with Darren." Jon's voice drips with bewilderment. "Darren told me you guys hadn't done anything yet, but I thought maybe he didn't know I ran into you that morning." I am staring at him now, my mouth opened again, wholly speechless. This man was ruthless! If Darren had told Jon that we hadn't had sex, why wouldn't he just believe his friend? Why did he have to make a spectacle of it? "You can't do that to me," I say in an annoyed voice, I look up at him, and he has that signature smug look on his face. "Do what?" he says back innocently.

"You can't just be a jerk like that." I say in a well-duh voice. "Why wouldn't you have just believed your friend"? I sit back on my heels putting some distance between us so I can look up into his face. He looks a little shocked at my confrontation and he looks back to the TV now back to the title menu. He runs a hand through his hair and closes his eyes for a second before looking back at me. "Darren and I have a complicated history, to say the least." he says "He has been my friend since grade school and he has always been there for me". When I look back at him, he has sad eyes and looks sympathetic. What could that even mean? Before I can dwell on it too much he has his arms around me, and he is pulling me into his lap. "Where did you even come from?" He says softly into my hair, "You are just so beautiful." He kisses my cheek then and continues, "Why couldn't I have met you first?" And my heart seizes and falls down into my stomach.

I lean my forehead against his and take a deep breath taking him in. I don't know why I lose all my self-control when I am around him. His mouth is so close to mine and I kiss him softly at first, and then the intensity roars within me. I push Jon down onto the couch, and I'm surprised to see that he is wearing his flannel again. I hastily start unbuttoning the flannel and rip it off of him. He is wearing that white V-neck underneath, and I am trying well, struggling might be a better word, to pull it up when he quickly grabs my wrists stopping me. "Do you really want this?" He asks me genuinely. The look on his face is a mixture that I'm not sure I understand. There is hunger in his eyes that I cannot deny but he also seems reserved. I look him in the eyes "I have never wanted anything more than I want you right now," I say, looking back at him. He smiles at me softly before quickly picking me up in one fluid motion.

He walks me down the hallway to a small room just off the living room and places me gently on his bed. He steps back to stand up and finally takes off his shirt. He is a revelation of smooth pale skin. He is muscular and lean and has various black and white tattoos spreading down his torso. He leans down and kisses me and I let my hands travel up his chest, feeling every inch of him, trying to draw him closer. Before I can think, he pulls away from me again. He sits up, straddling me, and gently picks up the hem of my shirt. His hands caress my stomach, bringing my shirt up as he explores my belly. Jon's fingers trail up my body until they reach my bra, stroking where the fabric touches my skin. He pulls me up to him, kissing me gently as he quickly unhooks my bra. He easily pulls my shirt over my head before slipping my bra off my shoulders. He lays me back down on the bed before admiring my body again. "You are like a goddess" He whispers, his voice low and rough. I move my hands to cover up some of my breasts and my chubby midsection.

I look away from him, blushing at the compliment. I have never really thought I was pretty when I was growing up. I was always being told I was too big or should be dieting. I wore clothes that were two sizes too big for a long time because even as an adult, I had difficulty accepting my curves. "Not many people in my life have given me a compliment like that." I say shyly, "Thank you." I feel him touch my face, and he brings my gaze to his "You are beautiful." he says before kissing me so deeply I think I have actually died and gone to heaven.

He pulls away from me again, moving slowly down my body. He kisses down my neck, licking and grazing his teeth against my skin. It's enough to make me whither underneath him. He reaches my breast, kissing slow circles towards my nipple.

Jon takes my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it is a rock-hard nub. I can feel the blood racing between my legs, adding to the already wet spot in my undies. He trails soft kisses from my left breast to my right, kissing in slow circles before taking my nipple into his mouth again. I can't help but let out a soft moan; his mouth feels so warm and wet against my skin, making the butterflies in my stomach beat faster. He finally makes his way to the waistband of my jeans, letting his tongue graze along with my naval before unbuttoning my jeans. Jon pulls my jeans off quickly, and suddenly I am lying there in just a lace thong. His jeans are unbuttoned now and falling down his hips just barely revealing the waistband of his Calvin Kein boxer briefs. "Now you are overdressed," I say, giving him a sly smile. "You are correct, Alice." He says, returning my sly smile. He stands up and slowly pushes them off his hips. I can see the outline of his rigid member. I try to pull down his briefs, but he doesn't let me. He pushes me back onto the bed before positioning himself on his knees between my thighs.