Going All The Way With Mason Blake

Mason Blake: Chapter 4

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~Alex~

                I watch Mason carefully.

                He paces around the room. I can see he’s having an internal argument and suddenly I wonder if I’m a bad friend for asking him to do this.

                “Damn,” he curses under his breath before disappearing into the kitchen.

                All the while I sit on the couch, my legs tucked underneath me, and constantly wondering.

                What will it feel like?

                What if Mason decides he can’t after all and he leaves?

                What if this ruins our friendship forever?

                What if I like it too much?

                I shake my head at the ridiculousness of the last question. I mean this is my best friend I’m talking about and this is mainly a deal; nothing serious- no emotion attached to this.       

                I sigh, god, there’s too many what if’s. Maybe I should just call it off before we even start. I mean I could just be a big girl and wait until everything blows off…

                “Here,” Mason says extending a bottle in my direction.

                I jump a little. I hadn’t realized he was back in the room.

                He chuckles under his breath and swings the bottle in front of me. Meanwhile, he brings an identical bottle to his mouth and chugs down a quarter of the contents. It takes me a while to realize it’s beer.

                I gulp and stare at the bottle. It’s not like I haven’t seen a beer bottle before, I wasn’t born yesterday, it’s just that I don’t drink…

                I look up at Mason as he brings the other bottle to his mouth again; still holding out the other one for me. I reach up to take the bottle- I mean he’s Mason after all and I trust him besides I’m the one here asking him to take advantage of me.

                And right when I’m about to take the bottle Mason curses loudly. I jump again. He turns around and starts pacing.

                “Aw hell, Alex!” He swears gritting his teeth, “I can’t do that to you…it’s your first time,” he mutters.

                I gulp suddenly feeling like a scolded child.

                I take a deep breath, “Mason, it’s okay, if that’s the only way,” I start.

                I mean sure I would love it if my first time was special, but this is my best friend I’m talking about- it doesn’t really get special if you’re doing it with someone you don’t think about that way.

                He sighs, “No Alex, I’m not messing this up for you,” he replies taking a seat next to me and putting his head in his hands.

                Suddenly he laughs quietly, “You know I always pictured the day when you would tell me you had a long term boyfriend and you weren’t innocent anymore. I had it all planned out. I was going to purchase a shot gun and stalk all the way over to his house. I was going to punch him right in the face, take the shot gun out, and threaten him. I was going to tell him that if he ever hurt you he could consider himself a dead man,” Mason pauses for a second, “Never in my life did I think your first time would be with me. It’s not like I can shoot myself,”