Lick 36

Wink wink

It sucked sitting beside someone you wanted to jump on yet not knowing how to actually bring it up.

Clarissa pulled her phone out and checked the time yet again. Her and Marcus sat at the park about over two hours ago after they ate and drank for the evening, and they've been there ever since. It wasn't anything to complain about since their chemistry was ridiculous, but there was an underlying topic at hand that has yet to be addressed.

They were supposed to fuck.

Clarissa rolled her eyes again, unseen by Marcus, as she watched the last few people in the park enjoy their last little bit of fun and pack up to leave. This was supposed to be her summer of free fun. She was at every get together, kickback, hell even lingerie party she could get to, and she made sure that she rarely spent her money this summer to eat or go out.

All of the niggas she kept in rotation this summer weren't there for anything else other than funding her activities. All of them thought they were gonna beat, but none of them had that quality to them that made her wanna even entertain the idea of giving them any play.

Which made her sad in the beginning of the season. How was she supposed to enjoy being wild and free without any actual good dick?

Then she met Marcus in a group chat.

It wasn't the best start of a friendship since them talking of edged one of her former friends out of the picture. All of that drama wasn't on the agenda at all, and Marcus was the one who was initially voted off the island until her friend started talking crazy to her about the situation.

Three days after said former friend got stomped out, Marcus popped back up with apologies and all, trying to sound sad about causing a rift between them. Those apologies led to regular, consistent conversation that was more than them asking what each other was doing every five minutes.

Pretty soon it extended to those late night phone calls where they started falling asleep together, FaceTime appointments that got really raunchy at times, and daily selfies. She loved his responses to her random barrages of her face.

He loved them too. He damn sure loved the thirst traps he'd get right before she was going out on a night trip with friends.

This was extremely concerning because this was suppose to be the summer of hoing and catching checks, not feelings! And the actual sex part was missing because both of them clearly enjoyed their friendship enough to not want to push for it to be skewed in a sexual direction.

But with all of the teasing Marcus subjected her to, she was ready to push as hard as she could.

Marcus patted her on the thigh, catching her eyes with nothing but care and adoration in his, "Hey Rissa, you alright?" He asked with the faintest of smiles. Maybe it was the dimness of the evening time and a little bit of the alcohol from earlier helping her mind play tricks on her, but she could see a bit of something in his eyes as he kept patting her leg until she responded.

Then his hand patted once more and stayed there, slowly running up her thigh and giving it a light yet firm squeeze, "Rissa." He grinned as he squeezed just a bit more, that look of warmth and mischief getting slightly more pronounced, "You good?"

But this! This was exactly what she was talking about! Everything was there! He was fine! Caring! Funny! Not lazy and broke!

And he was a fucking master at randomly turning her on and not acting on it. Why?! There was so much palpable sexual tension between them it was practically third wheeling on their damn date, and it wasn't fair!

They'd talk or be in each other's presence for hours, and once their friendship got to that level of comfort, he'd do every little subtle thing he could try to pull to see if he got a reaction out of her. She wasn't no weak bitch though, so she never let him know just how wet she got whenever he did these things. She had too much pride for that.