𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 || 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛

15 - No Touching **

I hope you horny bitches love this one

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𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎

𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎

𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 – 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦

AUSTIN

As always, the moment dissipated, as if we hit fast forward through the awkwardness. As if I didn't just have my hand on her pussy.

It was the closest call we've had and as much as it turned me on, it also struck a fierce terror in me. And we were just ignoring it. At some point we had to address it – right? We couldn't just keep 'forgetting'. At least, I didn't know if I could. But that was just it isn't it? If we crossed that invisible line, it's over. That's what scared me - the aftermath. I couldn't risk losing her, not over this. Not over wanting to fuck her.

I can't ruin this. It can't be me. It won't be me.

We couldn't have our cake and eat it too – could we? Friends with benefits are a thing, aren't they? But could that be us? Can friends be beneficial after 6 years?

Regardless, the Xanax began to overpower the alcohol. I was slowing down, and I was slowing down fast. Every muscle in my body turned to wet clay and we had been dancing for what felt like a lifetime. I wouldn't even consider my frigid movements 'dancing' anymore.

"I think I need a break Els," I breathed out, exasperated, resting a hand on my knee.

She rolled her eyes, "Booooo!"

I stumbled about 3 feet to my couch, tumbling and immediately melting into it. In that moment, that fucking couch felt like the softest cloud to ever exist.

She spun and staggered backwards, balancing herself back on her feet. The gray shirt riding up enough to show a tattoo I didn't know she had. I couldn't quite make out what it was, maybe a flower?

"I really think you should stop spinning, you're gonna fall - or get sick." I chuckled lazily, watching her drunkenly pirouetting. Bringing my arms to rest behind my head then laid back. My eyelids were as heavy as lead, threatening to shut.

She kept going.

"I'll do what I want!" she protested, continuing to twirl, seemingly closer and closer to me. Between my slowed vision and my half closed eyes, I didn't realize her velocity. She clashed and landed on top of me, legs across mine, giggling, "oops sorry."

Propping back up in front of me, she reached for a pillow sitting atop the couch back. In a swift stumble, she fell onto me. This time, a knee at each side of my hips.

Fuck I can't do this.

Her glazed eyes looked down into mine. I could see the gears turning in her head contemplating her next move. Looking at me like I did her just an hour ago, planning where she'd plant her next pawn. We were at a standstill, watching each other's eyes. It was a game of who would move first. I already made my move earlier and she stopped me. This was her move now, the ball was in her court.