A Nice Guy

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We met four years ago; December 20th, 2019.

We were best friends, weird as that was for a grown man and woman in our mid twenties, her in a relationship—it just sprouted out of thin air. And the most surprising part about it was that it was entirely platonic. We had boundaries, we both respected her relationship. Everything was great.

But eventually—inevitably, she started acting...strange towards me. Like, she wasn't happy with her husband so she needed attention from other people, other friends, me. Yeah, I was confused at first. I thought we both had a mutual respect for each other and would never cross any lines. God, of course I would, though.

So yeah, I gave her what she wanted. My eyes were on her all of the time, on all of her. And I made sure she knew it. I'd let her catch me staring at her waist, and slowly drop my gaze. I'd touch her shoulders as I'd walk by, sliding my hand to that same waist. The way she jumped, and the way her hair stood up, I just knew I was evoking something in her.

She couldn't look me in the eyes as much, and when she did, she could never hold eye contact. It excited me, how nervous I made her. It was like a game, especially when her husband was in the same room. Of course he never caught on though, the douchebag never cared about her enough to notice someone was eye fucking her five feet away.

Sometimes I'd send her texts, then watch her react to them across the room. She'd see it was from me, send me a glance, check to see where Derrick was, turn her phone's brightness all the way down, then finally read it. And after, she'd delete it, and act as if it'd never happened. But her leg would give her away every time, the way it would start bouncing with nerves.

I don't blame her, how could I? I'd go into detail about the way I'd bend her over in front of everyone if she so much as looked at me when she was finished reading the text. God, I know that was painful for her; not being able to steal a glance at me.

The night of October 24th, 2023 I'd run into her on the way to the bathroom during a Halloween party. She was leaving, opening the door. I was there, reaching for the knob. She jumped at the sight of me. Stuttered out a mere "sorry", as if she'd done something wrong. As if occupying the guest bathroom was a crime.

I laughed, "it's okay." I looked her up and down. "I like your costume, I haven't had the chance to tell you." She's dressed as a bunny, but all i notice is the tight little white dress she's wearing. "Feels like you've been avoiding me lately, is there any reason why?" I'm trying my best to restrain the grin that wants to form on my face. Fuck, I'm hard, too. That's what she's been doing to me.

She's avoiding my eyes, as always. "I just—I haven't really known what to say," she begins slowly, like she's carefully choosing her words. "You're making me so...nervous lately, Alex." I think to myself; nervous, huh? As in, curious? Excited? I'm sure I have. I stop holding back my grin.

"Nervous? Is that all?"

I've sent her plenty of those steamy texts by now. They get more explicit as the days go on, the more she fucking teases me. Because let's face it, we're both toying with each other. She's too timid to ever tell her husband she's unhappy, so this is what she's settled on. Well, I'd rather have it this way anyways. It's so much more fun when there's a chance of being caught.