The Friend Zone (The Relationship Quo Series Book 2)

by Nicole Strycharz

  I walked further in and saw Chris was sitting in a chair against the wall by the door. His large frame swallowed the presence of the tiny fold up chair. He looked pretty damn happy with life and I can’t say I blame him. The view is great.

  Chloe and Jenzy have rhythm and great body speak. They looked to have practiced this song routine quite a bit. Jenzy would slip on the pole or lose momentum and giggle which brought out Chloe’s.

  “That’s okay, keep going,” I heard Chloe say over the beat. She loves teaching.

  Jenzy was a natural with dance. The night I took her to Rapture Pulse I found out those hips had no limits but she and Chloe together are like a wet dream.

  “What’s going on?” I asked Chris over the beat.

  He may have dragged his eyes away for like an eighth of a second, “your Chloe is teaching Jenzy to pole dance.”

  I nodded and watched. “She’s good.”

  “My wife has no spine when she hits the floor,” he smirked, “she told me she wanted private lessons. So I shoved a check in her face before she even got the words out.”

  We laughed and kept watching them go. Jenzy only fell behind once or twice and it was mostly from newly learning the pole but a lot of the dance was without it.

  They got up close a few times and I won’t deny the anger had to move out to make way for lustful. The beat kinda demands it.

  When the song ended abruptly Chris and I clapped and they turned to bow dramatically. Chloe’s eyes lost a little spark when she saw me but she kept on the ‘everything is okay’ look.

  “Hey you,” said Jenzy when she saw me. She and Chloe are in identical workout clothes but Jenzy’s are purple and Chloe’s are red. Both are two pieces and the short shorts are distracting.

  “Hi,” I said shouldering my bag.

  Chris stood up and went over to Jenzy. He came up behind her and held her tight against his body as we all spoke.

  I almost had to resist an urge to do the same to Chloe or touch her in some way, but after our fight, I don’t even know where we stand and we’re only friends.

  “Chloe is amazing,” Jenzy said with stars in her eyes, “I have my strength exercises and my yoga but pole dancing is hard. She’s a Goddess.”

  I sensed in the way she said Goddess that she was trying to let me know on the down low that I needed to do something about it.

  Chloe smiled and went to grab two bottled waters, “all women are goddess’. That’s what C. Dougherty says.” She handed one to Jenzy, “Chris, how did you like it?” she asked.

  Chris gripped the nearest pole, “how do we get one of these installed in the house?” We all laughed but he looked pretty serious. Then he raised a brow at me. “How do you have a friend that pole dances? Don’t you like die of blue balls?”

  I shrugged, “strippers and pole dancing never did much for me.”

  He rolled his eyes, “God. No wonder your dad didn’t like him.” He said making Jenzy laugh.

  I had to laugh too because…, “well,” I set my bag down on the chair he’d been in, “I don’t like going to strip joints.”

  He frowned at me, “you are so hippie. What do you need? A girl wrapped in wheatgrass and hemp bikinis?”

  Chris’ humor is the kind that’s raw and you can’t not laugh. He’s charismatic like that. “No,” I crossed my arms, “I just don’t like staring and getting turned on by something I can’t touch.”

  He winced, “okay, I kinda get that.”

  “If I could touch it…or, like, take it home, that would be different.” I don’t think I looked over at Chloe long enough to tell on myself but I think Chris and Jenzy still caught it because now Jenzy is smiling like a school girl.

  Chris cleared his throat, “good point Moses. That’s why…” he came around and pulled Jenzy’s hand; giving her a straight up ‘I’m undressing you,’ stare, “we are going home. Like now. Like leave your shit and let’s go.”

  Jenzy and Chloe were in hysterics but Jenzy got free of him long enough to grab her stuff. She took his hand and waved at us, “bye guys, thanks again Chloe. See you next week.”

  Chloe waved, “bye gorgeous.”

  Jenzy jumped, “oh! And you should come over! We have-.”

  Chris got impatient and threw his wife over his shoulder to start walking out. “Goodnight,” he called back.

  Jenzy struggled but the laughing didn’t give her a chance of getting free, so she waved and said bye again, then slapped Chris’ ass as they went around the corner.

  Once their steps weren’t heard in the hall Chloe went to gathering her stuff.

  We didn’t talk while she unplugged the speakers and got her phone.

  “I um,” I tried to start us up but didn’t know what to say. “I uh, I’m sorry about…earlier.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “No, don’t be. It was me. I’m sorry. By time I realized it was me, class started and then I had Jenzy come in after.”

  I didn’t expect her to take the blame, but I should have. She’s not afraid of being wrong like most.

  I breathed in deep, “I could’ve handled it better.” I said.

  “I was just…” She stopped and took off her heels. “So what brought you here?”

  “You were what? You didn’t finish.”

  Her cheeks were pink, “I don’t know. I just mean I was wrong.” She shoved her shoes in her bag and pulled on flip flops.

  I got an inkling and flew with it, “what were you going to say?”

  She pretended to search her bag, “I don’t know…jealous maybe.” She said it so far under her breath I almost didn’t catch it but the Jel and ous sound were pronounced enough and I wanted to do a dance of my own but I played it cool.

  “Sorry?” I came further in, arms still crossed, “you were what now?”

  She rolled her eyes and shouldered her bag. “Fuck off.”

  I cupped the back of my ear, “I didn’t quite hear you, say again?”

  She gave me a defiant look. “I was jealous…” she snapped.

  I came so close she had to back up and I bent my head so my mouth was near her nose, “now I thought we said that’s a bad thing? You can’t feel that way.” I mocked her scolding of me in the elevator and she cut her eyes to the left to avoid me.

  “I’ll also lay claim to testing you, and that was wrong too. I’m sorry.”

  I held the ends of her hair in a fist and slowly pulled back so she was forced to turn her face up. Now her mouth is right in kissing distance. “I don’t want to fuck your girlfriends, or Jenzy, or your cousin.” I pressed my finger over her lips like I was drawing them on, “I want you, just your body.”

  She was letting that in, I could see it. Then she needed to break the hold, “is that why you came down here?”

  “Uh, no I came because my car broke down and I need a ride home. I had to walk like fifty miles, barefoot, in the snow, and your friend could really use a lift.”

  She looked down then back up, “so, why do you have shoes now?”

  “Because…smart ass. I carried them because they are my only pair of shoes, and I didn’t want to scuff them up.”

  She nodded, “and the uh…snow?”

  “Yeah, it was a friggin blizzard, but we’re in California so then the heat wave came and it melted. I had to drink the sidewalk just to quench my thirst.”

  She almost cracked and laughed, “okay, I’ll drop your beggar self off.”

  We laughed then headed out.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  In the car our talk was light and I convinced her to stay the night, so we stopped to get Goliath then took off for my house in her closed in Jeep.

  Goliath made himself at home right away. Finding a spot between my kitchen and living room. “Yoga is easy.” She continued our debate from the car as we set our stuff down. “Only difference is my poses involve more movement.”

  “Okay, then hold some poses for me without buckling.” I challenged.

  She unzipped her hoodie a
nd tossed it on my sofa then kicked off her flip flops and set her hands on her hips.

  “Give me a pose. Any pose.”

  I thought a minute with my arms crossed and my one hand stroking my beard like a villain. “Downward Dog…” I instructed.

  She grumbled about how much of a pussy I am for trying to say yoga could be as challenging as pole poses. She thinks hers are harder, I say they’re about the same.

  Chloe stretched her neck then bent at the waist and went down into a perfect downward dog. The benefits of having a yoga instructor as a friend. She pressed her hips toward the ceiling and kept her back straight.

  Hmm, do I see an opportunity here? In short, shorts made of red spandex her ass looks more like a bull’s eye. Especially since I have a new love affair with her ass anyway. “Hold it.” I coaxed, timing the seconds in my head. “Hold.” I came up beside her and pressed her shoulders a little. “Better your line.”

  “I am.” She huffed. The point is to see if she thinks this is as difficult but she’s done yoga so she’s probably right. Doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun.

  I made my way back to her rear and used the tip of my toes to push her feet a tad further apart. She obliged and I took off my shirt so I was down to only my sweat pants. My friendship charm tapped against my chest as I came between her legs and grabbed her hips. I hitched them further back but let my groin press into her ass. Not what I usually do with pupils.

  “Are you taking advantage of your student?” she asked.

  I pressed my hardening cock into her ass, “you’re losing your line.”

  She pressed into the floor and I stepped back but as I came away I let my hand smooth down her ass cheek.

  I hid my smile, “Cobra.”

  She came down slow and in one fluid motion to show off, she laid her legs flat into the floor and brought her upper body into a well poised Cobra.

  I let the seconds tick off in my head, “stay straight.” I crouched in front of her and tipped up her chin. “Straight,” I reminded, by letting my fingertips run from under her chin, down her neck, and between her breasts. She took a breath and I could tell this was getting to her.

  “Good,” I said as I stood, “warrior.”

  She came up on her feet and spread them wide. Turning her right foot out and her left foot in, she held out her arms in a strong line.

  I came up at her back and pressed lightly on her shoulders. “Relax your shoulders. Relax.” She obeyed and I turned her head from looking out to looking forward. “Breath into it.” I’m using my class voice but it doesn’t just sooth strangers. I learned a long time ago it works on her too.

  I held my palms over her stomach, “pull in your core.” I said near her ear. I let my hands push up and slid over her breasts. Her nipples are hard and it took some measured self-control not to toy with them.

  “Mountain pose…” I said dropping my hands away.

  She went into it with ease. Standing straight and tall with her arms high over her head and palms meeting in the center. She breathed into it and her breaths turned me on considerably.

  I pressed her shoulder blades like a message, “good,” I came around to her front and tracked my hands up her arms to make sure her elbows aren’t too bowed. “Hold them up. Fingertips skyward.” She looked into my eyes as my hands trickled back down her arms and I let a portion of the smirk show. Then I discovered this oh so sexy red sports bra device had a zipper in front.

  “Breath deep,” I instructed.

  Just as she’d pulled in, I pulled the zipper down slowly so at first it just gapped, then it bounced apart and her breasts spilled forward. I almost came in my pants. That whole moment was sweet. With her spine held straight, her breasts push perfectly out.

  “Child’s pose,” I told her.

  She brought her arms down and I pulled the sports bra off. She let me look, but, “I thought, we said we should back off this sex thing?” She put in.

  I frowned, “you said, not we said. Besides, I’m just doing what I do…yoga.”

  She pulled at the ties in my sweat pants, “naked yoga?”

  I smirked full on, “Child’s pose please.”

  She deliberately came down on her knees so her face was near my erection and it was an evil move since all she did was look and not touch before folding up into Child’s Pose.

  I knelt down to press the heel of my hand from her tailbone all the way up her spine. “Chest to knees Baby Girl.”

  She came down further and let her forehead rest on the floor. I pulled her shorts down and she brought up her head to look back. “Teacher?”

  I laughed and pushed her head back down. She pulled up her hips and let me bring down the shorts and panties. Lifting each knee at a time she let me take them completely off. Now she’s in Child’s Pose with nothing on but her tattoos, and I’m getting a great view of everything.

  “Bridge Pose.” I barked that one because I need it now.

  She rolled gracefully to her back but moved into an angle so that she was lined up in front of me. She kept her arms down straight at her sides, palms down, and bent her knees. She spread them wide to let me look and raised her hips to hold the bridge.

  My eyes might be bleeding, because naked yoga is officially my favorite yoga. The way her breasts are spread and bounce the smallest bit from her breathing, the lips of her pussy spread and upward from the elevation of her hips. Even the way her meadows of golden hair is fanned out over my floor.

  “Better your line,” I said coming down on my knees.

  She didn’t make any moves, “show me.”

  I came down on all fours and brought my head between her bent knees to lick a wet and hot line up the center of her pussy. She’s so wet her lips are coated and I wedged my tongue into the side of her clit to spread it around.

  She’s making that noise and rolling her hips against my face. I came down on my elbows and grabbed two handfuls of delicious ass from under her but I also did it to give her core a break; lifting her hips for her.

  Chloe clawed at my floor like a cat while I sucked at her and made artistic patterns with my tongue. I let go of one cheek to touch her and the velvety folds closed around my fingers. Once inside, I worked her. The silken walls of her hot passage drew me in deep and my cock remembered the snug fit and the wet welcome. Meaning the thing in my pants is straining to madness in my boxers.

  She had a spasm then another and soon her hole tightened to hug my fingers until her release came down. Living so far out like I do, and with neighbors pretty spread, she was able to make as much noise as she wanted. No apartment buildings, no studios, no elevator we can actually make noise.

  “Can you hold the bridge a little longer? Or is it too much?” I asked her.

  She brought up her hips straighter in reply, “let’s see.” She coaxed.

  I came up on my knees between her raised ones and untied my sweats. Once they were off, along with my boxers I pressed the head of my dick to her entrance. I love watching, looking down and seeing her take me in. My head wasn’t even all the way past her folds and it felt insanely good.

  I forced myself in while holding her knees and she moaned into it. She makes me nuts. Too much fucking sexy.

  I fell forward with my hands on either side of her and drove deeper. She scooted with her head back and reached up to hold my arms.

  “Palms down, Baby Girl,” I said hoarsely.

  She returned her hands to the floor and let me drive us. This elevated angle had me knocking at her best spots and we both groaned with appreciation of it.

  I glided my hands over her breasts and twisted at her nipples until she closed up on my cock a second time. The tight band she created around my shaft almost left me undone.

  “Sit back,” she said as her climax subsided.

  I love our flexibility, both having bodies trained to stretch and twist, that contorting for sex is a filthy pleasure.

  I sat back and pulled her with me. We were able to stay connected as she
straddled my lap and took herself down harder on my shaft until I was so deep I had to set my forehead in her neck and breathe.

  Chloe swiveled her hips, and dug her hands through my hair, stimulating my scalp. I don’t know how she does this to me, it’s crazy.

  I held her hips and moved her up and down my length at a pace that started slow then violently hard. She clawed the fuck out of my shoulders and it brought on the thickening of my cock. I took us down on the floor so that she was on her back and I opened her leg to the side before cutting loose. Pounding her into my floor and taking what felt right.

  She arched her back and cried out when she was lucky enough to have yet another cumming. I’m jealous of her ability to do that more than once during a session, but I also feel one-hundred percent successful. No, I feel like a friggin King. I’m having a power high. Making her cum is like winning medals.

  The charm around my neck is swinging near her face and hers is settled between her breasts. I think that’s why this feels so incredible. It’s like making love but we’re not in love are we?

  I held her hands down and with three very powerful strokes I came and it was a lingering bliss. I came down on her with ease and held myself up on my forearms as I moved slowly in and out during the decline.

  She lifted her head and kissed me and it made this so good. Detaching sucked. It’s a hollow feeling to withdraw when you have such a connection. I leaned back to pull pillows and a quilt off the sofa and she nested us. I covered her with the blanket and laid back.

  “Yoga as foreplay,” she said as she set her head on my chest. “That was interesting.”

  I laughed, “yeah, it was…”

  “Have you done that with all your…? With girls?”

  She almost said girlfriend but she’s not my girlfriend so I get why she reworded it. “No.”

  She sat up and frowned at me. “You, the yoga teacher have never used yoga to fuck?”

  I sighed, “nope.”

  She came back down on my chest. “So I guess yoga and pole poses are fairly close.”