Fantasising About His Friend
At first the kiss is soft, a kiss for company. Then, his mouth opens and his tongue slips inside. He deepens the kiss, using his free hand to roam up and down my hip. I try to pull away, but he holds me in place until I quit fighting. His free hand moves up my waist, then under the hem of my tank top. It finds its way to my nipple, where his palm smoothes over it, warming the taught skin.
Suddenly I remember that Christian is watching and I pull back. “Tom. We have company.”
“I know.” He smiles before his mouth moves to my neck. He begins to suck, his hand squeezing my breast. I close my eyes and try to relax. I know Christian isn’t complaining now, but I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
Lips meet mine. They’re not Tom’s…
This is an excerpt from Friendly Fantasy, a Wicked Ways letter featured at For The Girls.
