Chapter 1: Pilot
It was our usual Thursday hangout, my favorite day of the week, the day that carried me through the monotony of the entire year. But admitting that to him? Absolutely out of the question.
My name is Colette, and unfortunately, I find myself yearning for something more with my best friend. Mike and I started as coworkers, and our friendship grew into something I never expected to cherish so deeply.
"So, what's on the menu tonight, Miss Colette?" His words sent a flutter through my stomach, my heart racing at the mere thought of him.
"Hmm, whatever you want," I replied, trying to maintain composure.
"Alright, Taco Bell it is," he chuckled. Our tradition of grabbing fast food for dinner and devouring it in the car had become a routine that never seemed to lose its thrill. The confined space with just him and me was electrifying.
Mike, a typical six-foot-two white guy with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, had a personality that could be described as a combination of Jake Peralta and Jim Halpert. Cliché, perhaps, but it was impossible to ignore. His physique only added to the allure—strong shoulders, defined biceps, and hands that ignited my imagination.
But, like any girl with a best friend, I resigned myself to admiring from afar, daydreaming of a reality where our bodies were intimately intertwined. Me situated on his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. Skin to skin. To be able to feel his lips on me. OKAY COLETTE SNAP OUT OF IT.
"Cole, are you even listening?" he interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I said, what do you want to watch while we enjoy our divine cuisine?"
"Haha, oh. Maybe that new romance anime I sent you?" I suggested, my mind still wandering into forbidden territory.
"Why, of course. Anything for you," he responded with a playful smile.
As we watched and ate, my mind oscillated between thoughts of dessert and him. "We should get ice cream for dessert," I suggested.
"Mhmm, good idea, buttercup," he teased, and though I pretended to dislike the pet name, it secretly made my heart dance.
After a while, he drove us to a gelato place, breaking our pact to skip dessert. The mere act of him saying yes each time made my heart skip a beat.
At the gelato place, we browsed flavors until I felt Mike's chest against my back. My heart raced. "You know you look really good tonight." Fuck. My heart right now is doing somersaults, flips, cartwheels and just being a fucking gymnast.
"Hey guys, what can I get for you?" I focused on picking flavors to calm my racing hormones.
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Colette always looks stunning, but tonight, in her black romper hugging every curve, she's extra tempting. Her body pulls me in like a magnet, and I find myself wanting to be as physically close as possible.
We walked outside to the car, and she hopped on the hood. I moved closer to her, her knees touching my shirt. What a perfect position.
Studying every inch of her face, neck, shoulders, chest, waist, and down to the thighs she's insecure about, I couldn't help but imagine them wrapped around me.
"Mike, your ice cream is melting on your hands," she giggled, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Stop giggling, Miss," I chuckled, walking closer and smearing a bit of ice cream on the tip of her nose and cheek. She squealed, leaning back and slightly sliding off the car. I stepped between her legs, preventing her from sliding any further, unaware of how physically close we'd become.
Her laughter filled the air, her dark brown eyes captivating me. "You're a menace," I teased, attempting to slow my racing heart as I took a step back. The distance between us felt unbearable.
The air crackled with tension as we stood there, the distance between us suddenly feeling charged with an unspoken desire. Colette's laughter lingered in the atmosphere, her eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, the world around us seemed to fade away.
"You're a menace," she teased, but her voice carried a subtle undertone that suggested a different kind of game, a game I was more than willing to play.
I couldn't help but close the gap again, my fingers lightly tracing the melting trail of ice cream on her cheek. The touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. "Maybe I enjoy being a menace," I replied, my voice lowering to a husky whisper.
Her breath caught, and I watched the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, mixed with a spark of something more primal. The air thickened with anticipation as our gazes locked, the unspoken tension between us growing bolder.
"Mike," she murmured, her voice a mere breath. "What are we doing?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with unexplored possibilities. I leaned in, my lips dangerously close to hers. "Isn't it obvious?" I whispered, my words sending a jolt through both of us.
Her lips parted slightly, a silent invitation, and I couldn't resist. Our mouths met in a heated kiss, a collision of longing and unspoken desires. The taste of gelato lingered on her lips, sweet and irresistible. Our tongues danced, exploring newfound territory, and the world around us ceased to exist.
The car hood beneath us became a canvas for our desires, each touch and caress stoking the flames of a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. Colette's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I couldn't get enough of the way her body molded against mine.
Breaking the kiss, we both gasped for breath, our eyes locked in a haze of desire. "I've wanted this for so long," I confessed, my voice raw with honesty.
Colette's eyes sparkled with a mixture of emotions. "Me too, Mike. But we're best friends—"
I silenced her with another searing kiss, my hands tracing the curves of her body as if committing every detail to memory. The taste of rebellion and the forbidden fueled our passion, and I knew there was no turning back.
The car became a haven for our secret desires, and the night unfolded into a symphony of pleasure and intimacy, forever altering the course of our friendship. Little did we know, our usual Thursday hangouts were about to take a thrilling, irresistible turn.
