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    Match Made

     
     Sometimes when we talked I would spare her lips a passing glance, on one of my particularly perceptive days I might have caught one or two of her well-concealed smiles, on these days my eyes would linger and my mind would deliberate on the texture of her lips, whether they’d be as soft as they appeared to be, as delectable, as full or was it all just an illusion assisted by her favored high-end lip stick? Would they dwindle under pressure or remain robust giving back as good as they got?  Would they be warm under the press of another pair, would they tremble when said pair deepened the kiss, would they resist the pressure of a persuasive tongue or open gently allowing tongues to meet, flirt and intimately brush against one another?

     

     

    Clearly these deliberations go beyond the friendly kind but until recently I never really gave them much weighting. Maybe subconsciously I believed nothing could come of it so buddy brain stepped in and prohibited the processing of these rather unfriendly feelings.

     

     

    My desire for those lips and their owner is now out in the open roaming and far more complex than I’m prepared to deal with. I’ve decided to ignore them, a self-defense mechanism finely tuned as a youth living in a house with two adults who continuously fought and couldn’t stand the sight of each other. I have made the executive decision to deny my feelings for my friend and hope that they naturally fizzle away over time.

     

     

    A week since the belly touching incident and no matter how hard I try to convince myself I have no desire to have a romantic relationship with my anal-retentive friend my heart juts and I know its just a lie I’m feeding my sole for comfort.

     

     

    I want Bette.

     

     

    I want to get very unfriendly with her.   

     

     

     ”Am I doing this right?” She asks as her fingers knead oil into the breasts under them.

     

     

    She’s doing it wrong, there is absolutely no technique to how she’s handling the breasts. Again I use this knowledge to discourage my heart, do we really want a woman who needs guidance in the proper handling of breasts? The little jut in my chest confirms what I suspected, heart isn’t overly bothered by Bette’s alleged short falls.

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    Comments

    1. Call you lazy never. I liked this Challenge and I think that it has potential to continue into a seperate story of how Bette and Tina’s date go and how the other girls, especailly Alice reacts to this and a little more progression into their courtship. Just a thought.

    2. I loved this story. I’m so glad Tina finally relented. I just wish it could continue so that we could see how this whole relationship thing works out.

    3. This is….wow… Yeah jump even you didn’t know where you were landing ..Caused that is the Thrill of life..and you only have that once. Thanks ally4. (^-^)

    4. Hey:-) it was really fun reading the 2 chapters however this chappie reminds me of how i suck in the kitchen! Im such a bad cook ya know lol! Thanks 4 this and happy thanksgiving(:

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