Well that didn’t exactly go as planned. What is wrong with me? Throwing myself at Evan like that. I’m acting just like… well, Cara. It’s absolutely the sort of thing she would do.
Ugh! She went and got me all mixed up and confused. I have no idea if I’m coming or going, but I do know this; I won’t be coming with Evan tonight, that’s for sure.
Flopping back onto the mattress, I stare at the wall, wondering how it’s possible to go from thinking I’m straight, to wondering what it would be like to have Cara in my arms. When I picture her tongue raking along her plump lips, I can’t help but let out a tiny moan as I imagine those lips trailing over my body. What would it feel like to have her face buried between my thighs? To have her tongue lapping at my clit?
God, what am I doing? I’m fantasising about my best friend when she’s probably next door shagging Dan’s brains out. Get a grip, Bri.
Dragging myself off the bed, I creep to my door and slip down the hall to get a glass of water. The door to Dan’s room is closed, and I’m surprised at the pang of jealousy I feel when I hear the familiar sound of Cara’s voice mingling with Dan’s deeper cadence.
Pushing that feeling deep down inside, I make my way to the kitchen, ignoring the mess of bottles and cans all over the coffee table. Grabbing a glass down from the cupboard, I fill it with water and lean my back against the sink, allowing the cool water to trickle down my throat.
“Bri?” Cara’s eyes land on mine as she steps through the door. “You okay?” If I wasn’t paying attention, I might have missed her eyes darting down to rest on my nipples. I hadn’t bothered throwing anything over my threadbare singlet and cotton panties before leaving my room, and it is a little on the chilly side. Who am I kidding? It’s not the cool air that has them standing to attention, it’s the look in Cara’s eyes and the images of her tongue roaming my body that have my heart racing and my panties soaking.
Clearing my throat, I mumble, “Um, yeah, I’m fine.” Why does it feel like all the air has been sucked out of the room?
“Where’s Evan?” She steps closer. “Oh no, was he a dud in the sack?” She holds her pinkie finger in the air, letting it curl down with a grin.
Giggling, I place my glass on the bench behind me. “I wish. That, at least, I could explain.”
Cocking her head to the side, she juts out her hip, one hand resting on it as she looks me over. “Anything I can help with?”
If only she knew…
I shrug, averting my eyes from her intense stare. No one has ever looked at me this way before. It’s as if she can see my thoughts.
“Are you sure?” she whispers, dropping her hand and moving in closer.
“I… um…”
With her fingers under my chin, she lifts my face to meet her gaze. “He’s gay, isn’t he?” she says matter-of-factly and I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.
“He’s not gay,” I assure her.
“So… why’d he leave then?” Her eyes bore into mine and there’s no way I can hide it from her any longer.
“Because I asked him to,” I whisper, swallowing back the words I really want to say.
Her eyes flick between my eyes and my lips, her thumb caressing my jaw. “Why?”
“Because…”
“Because?” She raises an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on her face.
“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”