Hai! Thank you to everyone reading, and commenting. I love that you guys love it. It's been awhile just because I like to keep ahead of the game with my fics because I hate to post everything I've written and then not have anything to post. So I'm honeslty not sure where to go with this story, I have a few more main points most of them being instagram pictures and their making. Well dont forget to comment and enjoy Chapter 4! Love, Kay.
The car ride there is quick, we are like Mission Impossible humming silly spy theme songs as we sneak in.
“So how much stuff are we needing to haul?”
“Ah I don’t know, not a lot. She didn’t like most of my stuff so a good 70% went into storage.” I whisper as if it even matters.
“Wow, what a bitch.” I laugh a little hearing him say that since for so long he has been “supportive”.
We go about the house telling lame jokes and grabbing my knick knacks and clothes and putting them into bags. We are down to one bag, which should fit the rest of my clothes. As I suspected it wouldn’t take more than 3 bags to gather up my stuff.
“Ohhhh what is this Tricky?” I turn around and see Pete grinning wide holding a pair of my boxers.
“What are you doing?!” I blush heavily.
“They are red and silky!” He is just giggling his head off. I feel my face and chest get hotter.
“Yeah so!?” I get defensive, I mean hell, they are my underwear.
“I bet they are your sex underwear huh?” He is waving them in my face and holding them to my frame as if he is trying to imagine me in them. I blush even harder feeling like I am on fire now.
“Oh, looks like your face is starting to match your sex boxers” He pauses looking at me trying to think of more jokes to make, “I bet the bitches know what’s coming when you wear this, if you know what I mean?”
I don’t say anything I just stare at him hoping he will give up now. I smile a little because, yeah it was funny.
“You get it? Coming? Cumming? I thought it was fucking hilarious” He put them in the bag and we continued on putting my clothes away.
A silence comes over the room until I say: “I actually still haven’t had sex, so no, those aren’t sex boxers” I say it calm and cool. No big deal right? Just declaring my virginity to the man I want to desperately take it from me.
“Really?” He looks shocked like I’m some sex beast demon declaring innocence.
“Yeah, still a virgin.” I tie up the bag and start walking out of the room heading for the door.
“Let’s go” I say and when he looks at me I can still see the surprise in his face. His eyes really looking into me like he is trying to see if I’m lying.
We head out and for the rest of the ride home I catch him glancing at me, admiring my body a little I suppose, not even looking at the road as we drive, not very safe, but I enjoy the thrill of the attention a little.
Right now I feel naked, and to be honest I’m too aroused to care.
I figure my best bet is to take a cold shower, you know cool down the flush on my skin, and that will sure as hell kill any boner on contact. I just can’t let him see me like that. I just don’t think it would be right to make him feel like he was obligated to… I don’t know…whatever, or feel uncomfortable around me. I just don’t want to lose my best friend.
The water is so fucking cold. After a few minutes I turn up the heat, all the way, to the point where it feels like its burning the skin but it’s not. The water running down my neck and chest sending shivers down my spine from the hot contact.
The door opens. I feel a same gasp escape my lips. Pete.
He stands there for a moment looking me in the eyes before speaking.
“What would you like for dinner” I feel his eyes wander. I’m clean enough.
I turn off the water and grab a towel and wrap it around my self before the fog from the glass fades away and I become a clearer image.
I step out and avoid eye contact casually.
“Oh I don’t know. Whatever is fine” when I finally look at him, I see he is in awe, not really comprehending what I said at all. Just staring at me.
“Wow” he whispered. I blush. I can tell by the look on his face he didn’t mean to let that slip.
“I’m sorry, you just look really good… you have that milky skin and the way it flushes on your cheeks and shoulders, it’s like a baby pink. It’s really… uh… cute?”
I smile softly. He just told me I was cute… and I’m almost naked. Is this a good thing?
He smiles back, and I can feel how awkward he feels right now. He looks around, avoiding looking at me now.
“So whatevers fine?” I nod “Mmm. Okay, uh…” he pauses like he wants to say something, his mouth open and his eyes look like they are searching for the right words to form the right sentence. “Okay” he says looking rather dumbfounded and leaves closing the door behind him.
