By What Right 2 : Caught or Not?

Did she notice? What was I thinking? Will he ever talk to me again? Will I ever feel something so soft and wet again? I couldn’t quite think straight as I drove home. In a mere few minutes, I may have just undone years of friendship. And over what? The soft, wet embrace of her lips? The soft smooth feel of her skin? It was impossible to forget, yet I should never have claimed it as my own. Or was it? I had to find out. I reached my house and fell to sleep immediately. Then came the dream.

They arose in unison, the true pair. He immediately ran to the restroom. She looked at me groggily with the same contemptuous look she always gave me. And yet I wondered; how much did she feel? Did she think it was her boyfriend making the normal nightly advance? Questions truly loomed and yet, if it were true, I would be completely free despite my actions. I told her I was heading home and she met me in embrace. Absentmindedly, as she hugged me, my hands found their way to the curve of her backside. She made no attempt to stop me, so I lingered for but a moment and left. As if nothing had happened, I bid my friend goodbye and escaped to the comfort of my car.

They arose in unison, the pair. He stared at me then slowly inched toward the door. The moment he was gone I found myself in pain. A hand struck upon my cheek more quickly than I could react. “What the fuck?” she screamed angrily. Her face was inches from mine and I couldn’t shake the urge. I kissed her hard on the lips and held her close. Another slap struck the same cheek as I held her, yet with much less force. I stepped back and stared into her eyes. “Are you mad at what I did or that you got so wet from it?” She stood shocked at the brazen nature of my interrogation. She gave me no audible answer but stared toward the ground in submission. “I’ll make you feel much better next time sweetness” I said as I quickly exited the room.

She arose alone. She said nothing but stared quizzically at me as I pretended to browse through my phone. He didn’t stir at all as she started towards me, her eyes glued to mine as if in a heated staring contest. “I don’t think he’s getting back up”, she said casually as she reached for her final beer and tried to throw it away in the trash can behind me. “Bummsville, what are we gonna do now?” I replied as I chuckled and got up. “It was nice seeing you”, I said as I reached out to hug her. She hesitated momentarily before accepting my advance. I held her far too tightly, yet she allowed me. I held her for far too long, yet she didn’t release me either. Soon my hands no longer had the ability to remain still as they slowly lowered from the small of her back to the arch of her rear. She did nothing to stop me as I brushed against her fine curves and held them in my hands. Finally, as if woken from a trance, she released me and I left with the promise of more to come…

She arose alone, daggers in her eyes as she glared at me. I only smiled back in response. Without words, she walked towards me. Her drunken attempt to slap me across the face was easily countered and she found herself stumbling onto my chair and into my embrace. Her anger lessened momentarily as I asked her if she was ok, but this momentary lapse was short lived.