Trapping my body between the work surface of the faucet and her body, I could feel the heat emancipating at rapid speed. Her voice velvety and alluring. It was hard to breathe my earlier arousal had never left and this woman who ever she was wanted me; to fuck me and I hoped it would be as hard as she sandwiched me to avoid moving.

Her perfume was loud and bold, perfectly complementing her portrayal as a confident woman who exuded sex appeal and that meant i could feel myself drowning right there and then. She could feel the raggedness in each breath, as was hers and it had only took a matter of minutes for me to become completely undone. 

I would of let her fuck me right there and then it felt too good, her body swaying with mine, seduction was easily sought, i was sold. She could be mine for tonight if i couldn’t have the woman that aroused me into a point of oblivion and my heart forewarned me i could love her even if that was the case now.

Her lips trailed my jaw as my eyes closed of there own accord as the wishful thinking it could be those cherry lips of the woman who persecuted my every thought. And she knew it. Why did she have to punish me this way. The assault on my lips soon followed and i swooned she was a great kisser, keeping me on the brink of insanity. I wanted to forget her, she wouldn’t love me for me. She was so far from my reality she was exactly what I didn’t need. To be falling for my best friends girl just another mistake, but how can accept the fact she was taken and it could never be.

Pushing her into a stall we could feel the initial chemistry of one’s own sexual gratification being brought to the forefront of this dance of desire. I heard her voice, my dullened eyes looked towards the doorway and there she stood. 

"You know you’re wishing that was me". 

I scoffed, it caught me off guard it was a conceited statement to say the least. And truthfully i think it annoyed me more for the fact it was true. The brunette who was still pushed against the stall looked at me, straightened out her dress she spoke with her eyes. Why the fuck did she have to come in here, why can’t she just leave it be. She is with Alice, I can’t do this to her.

The brunette left hastily sensing some unfinished business promising for me to come find her later to finish what we started. I nodded and she scurried off, the atmosphere was palpable and i couldn’t shake the fact i just wanted to trade that moment in for her. Pure unadulterated fun, even if it wasn’t romantic, did it need to be. She wanted this as much as I wanted her. 

Closing the space avoiding other patrons only added to the pressure I felt as my best friend waited outside for us both to return, How could nobody compare to her? I chastised myself purely out of frustration for having got myself into this compromising situation. 

"So what is it, what do you want from me?"

My voice didn’t seem to belong to me, it sounded odd and uneven in tone. But I tried my damn hardest to sound cool and collected.

Her hands smoothed down my face and I couldn’t breathe my chest became tight. I was finding it hard to fight the tears that threatened to spill. Her touch so absolute and marvellous it was nothing like i’ve ever experienced.

I reached my arm up to pull it away from my face, this becoming dangerously close to experiencing something that should never happen. I saw the deep pools of sadness sweep those hazel eyes, but i couldn’t do this. I wouldn’t. This would be wrong.

"Bette… I want to be with you, and i know you want me too". She would be felicitous to say the least.