More than ‘JUST’ Friends

by Ford, Mia

  “What?” I exclaimed. “I’m not sure you should be proud of that, or at least you shouldn’t go around telling people about it.”

  “I never said I was proud of it,” Blaine said. “But it’s true. And from my other married friends I’ve talked to, I’m not alone in that. And it’s not just on our side; no, women feel the same way about us. I think it’s part of nature. Men and women are just not supposed to fully understand each other.”

  “Why would nature design things that way?” I asked.

  “Well, it keeps things interesting. It keeps the mystery alive, the romance. I don’t think I’d want to be that comfortable.”

  Blaine had some good points. I’d never known him to be such a wise guy, but he was on the ball with this. Maybe I was thinking too deeply about this and worrying myself unnecessarily. But it was just too hard to not know. That was the thing driving me nuts. I couldn’t get Naomi out of my head. Since the other night I wanted to see her all the time. The few weeks we spent apart had only served to wet my appetite even greater and now seeing her in person and not being able to touch her and tell her exactly how I felt with her family around had made it all the more unbearable.

  “So, what do you think I should do? Just wait it out?” I asked.

  “Like I said man, I don’t want to give out advice, because I might be totally wrong. But since you asked, I’m going to tell you that I would go for it. I would push hard and prove to this woman how much she means to you and how much you want her in your life. I think she will be blown away by your persistence. Women love it when a guy is persistent.”

  “Really? I’m not sure I’ve ever heard this…”

  “Yeah. They love it. Do you think Olivia said yes to me at first? No. I had to keep asking her and appearing where she happened to be and so forth. I just kept making it a point to run into her random places.”

  “Isn’t that called stalking” I asked.

  Blaine paused a moment and gave the steaks a glance. “You know, today it might be. So, don’t listen to me or do listen to me. What the hell do I know?”

  I shook my head and finished my beer before grabbing another one from the cooler.

  The steaks were soon done and we sat down to at the table with his sons to eat. Olivia was visiting her mother upstate so it was just the boys and us for the weekend, a nice guy’s weekend of sorts.

  “Hey, Dad and Uncle Jay?” Brandon asked.

  “Yeah, buddy,” I answered. I loved that Blaine’s kids had always called me “Uncle Jay”.

  “After dinner can you guys help us build our clubhouse?”

  I glanced over at Blaine who was shoveling a huge piece of steak into his mouth. He smiled and nodded at me. Apparently they were going to put me to work this weekend. And here I thought Blaine just wanted the privilege of my company. The sneaky bastard.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Yeah, we bought this clubhouse thing. It looks pretty easy to put together. It set me back six hundred smackaroos,” Blaine said with a nod of pride.

  “Six hundred bucks? For that money you should have forced them to assemble it.”

  “Come on, it will be fun,” Blaine said.

  “Yeah, Uncle Jay. We will help,” Clifford said.

  I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. These kids were so adorable.

  “Of course, buddy. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, and me and your dad couldn’t possibly do it without you guys’ help.”

  Clifford beamed with pride and the two boys high fived each other with gusto.

  Blaine smiled and gave me a quick pat on the back.

  “Thanks buddy,” Blaine said.

  “I’m getting paid in beer,” I joked. “There are worse things to get paid in, I guess.”

  After dinner we began putting the clubhouse together using the last remaining bit of sunlight left and then turning on the outside lights which were surprisingly efficient. The lights were wired to the security system to be motion activated when they were turned off, which didn’t really surprise me since Blaine was an ex-military man. No one was going to sneak up on this house.

  As we put together the clubhouse and I watched the excitement growing in Blaine’s boy’s eyes, I felt a twinge of jealousy. I wanted that. I wanted to be a father. I could just imagine how good it would feel to build something or put together some fun toy for my kids one day. I’d been thinking about being a father a lot lately. I could hardly wait until it eventually happened to me.

  But I had to find that perfect woman first. Naomi’s face kept popping into my mind. The perfect woman… had I already found her? And if so, when was she going to see the same thing in me?

  After we finished the clubhouse, the kids played in it for a while as Blaine and I shared several more beers and I thought about my future.

  What would it hold?

  Chapter Ten

  Naomi

  “That looks good,” Heidi said as she plopped down across from me at the small table in the employee lounge. We were the only two people who worked at the clinic who ever seemed to use the lounge; most everyone else always went out to lunch, which was a bit odd I thought since it didn’t afford you time to really enjoy yourself. You had to rush to get food, rush to wolf it down, and then rush back to work. I’d learned that the hard way and paid the price usually with chest full of heartburn.

  Besides packing my lunch was so much healthier.

  I looked down at my chicken salad I’d put together the night before, carefully weighing and measuring everything. I’d been a bit nauseous the past week or so, and I was having trouble keeping a lot of things down. For whatever reason the chicken salads always went down fairly easily.

  “Yeah, it’s not bad,” I said. “Would you believe it is only four hundred calories? And almost half of that is dressing.”

  “What are you counting calories for? You look great,” Heidi said.

  I grinned with some false bravado and said, “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

  “So, what are your plans for this evening?” Heidi asked as she unwrapped her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She ate like a small child sometimes. But I had to admit that it did look and smell amazing. And she even had some Twinkies…

  I closed my eyes and tried to steer my mind clear of the temptations of junk food. I didn’t normally have much of a sweet tooth, but lately my appetite had been voracious, with what I could keep down anyway.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I wasn’t planning on a lot. Why? What’s up?”

  “I’m bored and thought you might want to go see that new Julia Roberts movie. It looked good.”

  “Is that the one where she breaks up with some guy but does something weird and finds herself and somehow ends up with the perfect man at the end?” I teased.

  Heidi gave me a sarcastic eye roll. “Yes, that’s the one, which is basically most of the movies she has done.”

  “Yeah, I guess I’ll go,” I said.

  “You need to get out of the house,” Heidi replied. “When you aren’t here I’m pretty sure you are home just chilling.”

  “Yeah. So?” I asked.

  “Well, what happened to that guy you were seeing…Jay?”

  “We are still going to hang out eventually, but right now we are keeping things casual. I told you all that.”

  “And he really agreed to it? I thought you said he was getting a bit attached.”

  I shrugged. “I said I thought he might be, but now I’m not sure.”

  “And you are sad about this?”

  “No, not really…”

  Heidi shook her head. “Nah… I know you too well. You are sad about it and you are bored witless at home.”

  “You do not know everything about me,” I said with a smirk.

  “I’m your BFF; it’s my job to know everything about you,” Heidi giggled.

  “No, that sounds more like stalking,” I replied.

  “True,” Heidi said. “There is a fine
line between bestie and stalker; you should know this by now.”

  “Well, anyway…”I said. “I’ve been thinking about Jay a lot and I’m not sure what that means. This casual thing is really hard for me. It wouldn’t be so bad if Jay and I didn’t click so well together. I’ve never met a guy quite like him. He is a tough guy badass, but he is really sweet, too. I told you how he saved my sister, right?”

  Heidi nodded. “Yeah, he sounds awesome. Which is what makes it so frustrating watching you ignore your feelings. You should just call him and see what happens.”

  I groaned. “If you are really my best friend then you know exactly why I can’t. At least not yet.”

  “Seeing each other once every three weeks is pretty casual,” Heidi replied as she opened up the pack of Twinkies.

  “I know,” I said. “But, honestly I’m afraid that the more I see him, the more I’ll want to be with him all the time. I just can’t let go of my feelings and just embrace what is happening.”

  “You are such a perfectionist,” Heidi said. “You are perfect to a fault.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well, you want everything to be perfect, even stuff you really do not have any control over. It’s really having a negative impact on your life, I think.”

  I finished eating my salad and tried not to think about how right Heidi actually was.

  Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text message. It was Jay.

  “Wow, speak of the Devil,” Heidi said looking down at my screen.

  I impulsively shielded it from her. “I… I don’t want to reply.”

  “What? Of course you do. Reply now. Tell him you are getting in the shower and you are so ready for him.”

  “You are insane. I’m not telling him that, besides he knows I’m at work now.”

  “You are just not any fun,” Heidi said with a grin.

  “Should I answer him now or make him wait a bit?” I asked. He’d finally contacted me, after realizing I was not going to contact him. If Jay hadn’t sent that text right there I might have waited forever to contact him again and just hoped my feelings would go away, which they might have...eventually. But staring at the message in front of me on the glowing screen of my phone, I wanted to tell him everything that I felt. I just wanted to open up to him and show him how much I wanted to be with him. But I couldn’t. Every single time I thought about it I remembered my grandmother and the tears in her eyes when she spoke about my grandfather. That would never be me; I wouldn’t let it.

  “Respond already,” Heidi said. “You are being stupid. Either talk to him or I’m going to do it for you.”

  “You will not,” I said.

  “Try me…”

  I decided not to call her bluff. Jay’s text was rather brief but friendly. “Hey, how’s it going? Was just wondering how you’ve been.”

  It had been a few weeks since the dinner at my parent’s house where we’d had some wonderful conversation and I realized exactly how much I was having strong feelings for him, but I didn’t want to come off that way in a text. I decided to just relax and match his pacing and presence.

  “Just working lol. How about you?” I wrote back.

  “There,” I said to Heidi. “I responded. Now are you happy?”

  “I’ll be happy when I get to be a bridesmaid at the wedding,” Heidi said.

  “What is going on? You and my mother both want to get me married off.”

  “Well, you are the one with the best shot. You know my track record with men. I’ve never met a good one. Great guys are always throwing themselves at you on the other hand.”

  “Guys do not throw themselves at me.”

  My phone dinged again and the message came up on my phone.

  “That was quick,” I said.

  “What did he write back?” Heidi asked.

  I read it aloud. “I’d love to see you. How about tomorrow night?”

  “Wow, that is really soon,” I said.

  “You disappoint me,” Heidi said. “Tell him that you would love to.”

  I groaned. I knew it was a bad idea, but somehow it felt right.

  “I’d love to. Pick me up at seven?” I texted.

  Jay replied a moment later with, “Sure thing.”

  “OK,” I said. “There it is. I have a date tomorrow night.”

  Heidi did a little clap and a funny dance. “Good. Now you will have some great details to tell me. And don’t leave anything out.”

  I gave her a smirk as I cleaned up my trash and prepared to go back to work. I just wasn’t sure about what I was getting myself into.

  But all of those fears quickly went away.

  * * *

  I lowered my nude body down onto Jay’s rock hard cock and groaned loudly as he entered me. Every muscle in my being was tense, strained, and clutching onto the reality before me. He felt even tighter today than he had the last time we’d been together. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but my pussy was wrapped so tightly around his cock it was almost the strength of a vise. We fit together so perfectly.

  Looking down at Jay’s muscular body beneath me, the mix of pleasure and agony present across his face, and the minute groans that kept escaping him as I moved myself up and down onto his rigid shaft was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I’d been craving this for so long, wanting this. How could I have let my fear and anxiety block me from pursuing this path of pleasure?

  But was the pleasure only physical? Or was it just as emotionally satisfying? At that moment in the middle of our lustful act I did not know the difference. That is the way of great sex. It takes everything in your body and your mind and interweaves it into a new element that we can’t even begin to understand. Some people call it love and others refer to it as infatuation.

  The evening had started with a romantic picnic that Jay had prepared. He picked me up and drove me out to McGill Park where he proceeded to set up a blanket and a picnic basket full of great food he’d prepared. I was so impressed. It was a simple, yet beautifully romantic gesture. And we talked and ate the food as we watched the beautiful sunset falling behind the horizon.

  The old feelings were growing; that I could be sure of. I tried to get Jay to talk more about his job, but he never had much to say about it. I could tell he took great pride in his work and it was something in life he felt called and compelled to do, but I wished that he would just open up a little bit so that I could get a better glimpse into who he was and what made him tick. But he was fairly tight lipped about it. Would he be violating some kind of code or sacred brotherhood to tell me about it? Or did he just not want to?

  One by one the romance vibes flew between us and before I realized it Jay was kissing me. And then we were heading to the car which was parked just out of view of the road and anyone else who happened to be coming by. The only light in the car was the residual light from a far off street lamp seeping into the windows, which were cracked only a little to keep them from fogging up.

  It was exhilarating, the idea that we might be caught. It was a popular, public park and it was highly probably that someone would come walking by at some point. And then we’d be caught. Hell, it might even be a cop. I was reminded of the time when I was sixteen and my boyfriend at the time and I were accosted by a rookie police officer for parking somewhere. He messed with us for a few minutes and then ultimately let us go. Luckily, my parents never found out about it or I would have been in so much trouble. Small town gossip was never fun to deal with, especially when it could tarnish the reputation of your daughter. I tried to see things from my parents’ point of views so that I wouldn’t embarrass them, but as a teenager I did have the occasional slipup.

  “God, you feel so good…” Jay moaned beneath me.

  Sweat was pouring down my back in the warm and stuffy car. Even with the windows cracked and a slight breeze pouring in it was hot. I loved how it added to the heat of what we were doing. I was almost bouncing now, riding Jay towards his climax. I wanted to
see his face as he came deeply inside of me. I loved the look in his eyes when he was about to blow his load. It reminded me of some kind of a caged monster and I was the master of it. I would decide when he came and where he was allowed to come. The power was like a drug of sorts. Sex had never quite felt that way before.

  I reached down between my legs to gather some of my wetness on my fingers. As I held them up I admired how they were now glistening in my juices. I loved how wet Jay made me, yet he was big enough that I never lost friction or feeling when I was riding him. I placed my fingers into his mouth.

  “Taste me…” I moaned. “Does that taste good?”

  Jay licked and sucked my fingers hard, practically lapping up at them. He shook his head yes as he continued to do so. I remained focused on riding him hard. Resetting my legs so that I was in more control and altering the position of entry just slightly, I leaned back a little bit letting his cock hit closer to my g spot. It was too early to quite hit it where I wanted it, but it was getting there. Soon, I would be worked up enough to come all over him, but until then we were just going to be patient.

  “Good…” I groaned. I reached down between my legs, fingered Jay’s cock a bit, and gathered some more of my juices. Then back in his mouth my fingers went.

  A car drove by just then, the headlights flashing on us briefly as it continued down the road. I almost stopped for a moment but I didn’t dare let something so mundane distract me from this beautiful experience.

  “Is someone coming?” Jay asked a bit alarmed.

  I giggled. “Why? Would you care if they did?”

  “I might,” he replied teasing. “I wouldn’t want anyone to see you but me.”

  This thought made me even hotter. The idea was already in place that being somewhat in public it was possible for other people to see us getting it on if they happened past, but to see it almost happen turned me on like a light.

  I put my hand around Jay’s throat and squeezed slightly. Then I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth letting my tongue invade him and pin his own tongue down with as much force as I could muster. He seemed a bit confused, but intrigued by the idea.