Black Mail

Not As Much As Me

Merrie opened the door in nothing but a grey spaghetti strap tang top and loose mid thigh red shorts. I gulped nervously. Her legs were perfect. Everything about her was perfect. She was making it easy, yet so hard. She didn't even realize what she was doing.

I suddenly had a very vivid, very heated vision of her pulling me close, me pushing my body up against hers, our lips locked in a burning kiss. 

Shaking myself out of it, I stepped forward to enter her apartment. I felt so overdressed as she ushered me into her swanky white polished apartment, in black skinny jeans, and a thick jacket. As November began, winter had surely come because it was freezing. She laughed at my ear muffs as I slipped them off.

She insisted on trying them on. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen in my life. Merrie, her ombre hair in perfect curls, with black fluffy ear muffs on top. I couldn't stop myself from taking a snap of her. It was the first of many pictures of her I would take. It would however, always be one of my favourites.

"Come on, take off that big jacket." She innocently unzipped my coat, pushing at the shoulders to force it down my arms. I tried to act nonchalant, but inside I was panicking. She was so close. Imagination running wild, I could almost fantasize my arms coming around her, trapping her against my chest, pulling her close, slowly... until our lips touched.

"You can hang it in here." Pulling it off my arm, she broke the dream. I coughed uncomfortably. I did as she said to hide my burning cheeks, and slipped off my shoes as an after thought.

"Come," then her small hand had mine, dragging me forward into her home. Her apartment was spotless. Her foyer was as I would have imagined it. White couches, black grand piano, glass staircase. It was an apartment out of a catalogue. An expensive one at that.

On the coffee table there was two steaming mugs, two plates of pancakes next to a glass bowl of strawberries, a bowl of whip cream, and a glass jug of maple syrup.

"You did all of this?" I was shocked. This was so thoughtful. She was the same girl she had always been. Gentle, with a heart of gold.

"You sounded so down on the phone! I wanted to cheer you up. Come on!" She pulled me over to the couch, pulling me down beside her.

"Thank you for all this..." I felt a warm fuzzy feeling side. This was one of the nicest things someone had done for me in ages.

She waved me off, handing me a plate with some chocolate pancakes on it, a bunch of strawberries, whip cream and maple syrup. "I hope you like it." Merrie took her own plate, not bothering to eat until I did. She sat there, watching me, waiting.

At first, I wasn't sure what she wanted.

"Try it," she insisted.

Then it dawned on me. To satisfy her, I took a bite. To my delight it was amazing. "Did you make this from scratch? These are amazing."

With a gleam in her eye, and a satisfied smirk on her lips, she shrugged half heartedly. The sexual tension in the room was sky high. My arm was inches from hers, the hair rising at the look on her face, my toes centimeters from hers. I felt the chills race up my body as she leaned back on the couch, nursing her mug of coffee, staring at me with a playful smile on her face.

I gulped, quickly averting my eyes. My senses were heightened, and it was terrifying me. I was that kid again. That young boy climbing through her window, asking for refuge, she- always the saviour. It was a total turn on, and yet demeaning in the worst way possible. I hated feeling inferior. In my attempts to avoid her as we both act in comfortable silence, my eyes scanned the room, the pictures on the walls. Most were of her family, but every few or so were pictures of her and a cute blonde little girl who looked about 5.