One Night With Her Best Friend
face
twisted helplessly. Then his motion fell out of rhythm completely as he let
everything go.
    She’d
never seen anything like it—like the sight of Aaron’s release. It was just as
overwhelming to her as her own climax.
    She
gasped in pleasure as she felt his release inside her. Then gasped with a
different kind of pleasure as his elbows buckled and he collapsed on top of
her.
    She
wrapped her arms around his hot, relaxed body, loving the feel of it, loving
how fully he’d let go.
    She
felt him mouth at her neck almost clumsily, as if he didn’t have energy for
concentration or even to lift his head. His bristles were scratchy against her
skin. His body was so hot it seemed to burn her.
    He
was Aaron. For fourteen years, she’d loved and trusted him more than anyone
except her mother. She’d thought she’d known him in every way.
    But
she’d never known him like this.

Three
     
    Kate didn’t think she fell
asleep, but a few minutes later she was groggy and disoriented, as if she’d
dozed off.
    She
was hot, cramped, and just a little sore—and after a minute she registered it was
because Aaron was still lying on top of her.
    He
breathed deeply, slowly. She could feel every inhale as his chest pressed
against hers, every exhale as his breath blew against the skin of her neck.
    When
they were sixteen, they’d stayed up until dawn one night watching the entire
first season of a sci-fi show. Kate’s mother had been working a night shift at
the hospital, and when she got home she’d been very upset over finding them
both asleep on the couch. Kate and Aaron had been embarrassed and awkward at
the time, but afterwards they’d laughed hysterically at the idea of doing
anything naughty together.
    So
many years ago now.
    Aaron
wasn’t that same boy anymore. He was a man now. A man who’d made her feel more
pleasure than she’d ever experienced before.
    Not
the boy—her best friend—anymore.
    A
slice of panic ripped through her chest at the recognition, and she inhaled
harshly in response.
    Aaron
hadn’t said a word since he’d come, but now he raised himself up on
straightened arms to look down on her. His eyes were steel grey again in the
dim light of his living room. They were strangely urgent. Intense in a way that
didn’t match the sated languor of his body.
    “Are
you all right?” he asked quietly.
    She
wasn’t all right. Since she’d been fifteen years old, her world had been neatly
arranged with everything clearly and safely in its place, the only way to
prevent the chaos and instability of her early years. Aaron had always been
part of that life—the good life she and her mother had built away from her
father.
    If
you had something good, you didn’t risk it. Not in thoughtless surrender to a
momentary impulse.
    In
a momentary impulse twelve years ago, her mother had accepted her father back
into their lives, and they’d almost lost their good, secure world as a result.
    In
a momentary impulse an hour ago, Kate might have destroyed everything good and
secure she’d had with Aaron.
    She
wanted to push him away and run, but she couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings that
way.
    She
still loved him more than anyone else.
    “Yeah.”
Her voice cracked, despite her attempts to hide her panic. “I just need to go
to the bathroom.”
    He
heaved himself up to let her out from under his weight, and she stumbled as she
scrambled off the couch.
    She
could still feel him inside her. The length and breadth of him. The gush of his
release.
    She
grabbed her dress from the couch. She’d somehow ended up lying on top of it,
and the dress had suffered the consequences.  She pulled it on over her head as
she walked to the bathroom so she wouldn’t be naked.
    She
tried to move normally but utterly failed.
    She
could feel Aaron’s eyes on her as she turned the corner to the hallway.
    Then
she ran the last few steps to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
    She
started to clean herself up, but it wasn’t

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