Only Best Friends, Right?

Heat.

It's only halfway through the movie and Donna is on her 3rd glass of Margarita, usually only two would have her feeling right.

Donna takes a sip of her drink loving the heat that it creates low in her belly. Liquor makes her horny, outgoing, bold; things she wish she were sober.

"Numberrrrr 8" Carter says in a sing song voice referring to the 8th beer he's about to start on.

"Okaaay, you're not driving anywhere." Donna laughs while using the same voice he did.

"Girl, this ain't nothing! I'm not drunk but I don't drink and drive though."

"So you're staying here?"

"Only if I'm sleeping in your bed."

"Now I know you drunk!" Donna laughs off his comment but just the thought of him in her bed makes her body respond. Her nipples become hard.

She pray he doesn't notice but when she looks up, he's looking down at her chest with a smirk on his face. Fuck, she thought.

She notices him moving his hand toward her. Her body tenses preparing for what's coming next.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" They're interrupted and they jump apart.

Woo thank you white girl, Donna silently thank the character in the movie that interrupts them.

They fall into an awkward silence as both of them stare at the screen and finish off their drinks.

A little while later Donna hears Carter groan while he touches the bottom of his back.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks.

"Played ball today, my muscles are a little tense... Think I can get one of your famous massages?"

She's not stupid, she knew what he was doing. She knew where things were gonna lead with them so close together like that. Right now she didn't wanna think too much about it, she just decided to go with the flow.

"Sure." she said standing to move the table to the side of the room. She then grabbed a sheet and some oil from the hallway closet. She spread the sheet out on the living room floor.

"Lie down." she instructed him. "On your stomach."

Carter took off his tank top and did as she said. Damn, she thought.

Her body was on fire and he hasn't even touched her.

Donna grabbed the oil & slowly straddled his butt. She poured oil from the bottom of his back to the top & then placed the bottle near his head.

She slowly massaged and kneaded his lower back. No sooner did she start did the moaning and groaning began.

"Feels good?" she said huskily.

"Mmm...hmm..." he groaned.

She was wet. She didn't have on any underwear so she knew the crotch of the cotton shorts were wet too.

"Alright I'm ready for the front." She heard him say. This was a first, he'd never ask her to massage his front before.