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Gift of Flight

by CL Huth 5 months ago in erotic

She just needed wings

Why don’t I own leather pants?

Amanda frowned into the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She smoothed the gauzy fabric of her sundress over her stomach and thighs, contemplating yet another costume change, but the pile on her bed behind her had proved the search for something unique to wear to the club was futile. She was a good girl, a nice girl, and any thoughts to the contrary were ridiculous, right?

“You going out tonight?” her roommate, Nathan, asked from the doorway. She nodded at his reflection. “Try not to pick up a BDF. You know all they want.”

Amanda rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Dad.” A BDF – —brain dead fucker looking for a little free pussy – —was the last thing she wanted tonight. No, she intended to dance her ass off, do a little drinking, and call a taxi. No men.

“Good girl.” Nate grinned, as he ran a hand over his bald head. “Have fun, okay? Just…well, you know, stay out of trouble.”

She turned around and saluted him. “Yes, sir!”

He chuckled and disappeared into the hallway.

She smiled. Nathan was such a great guy, with the build of a linebacker and the brains of a true intellectual. He was the one man who both fascinated and intimidated her, and while he could easily talk over her head, he never did. She felt comfortable with Nathan, something she couldn’t say about any of the other men she’d known.

Amanda checked her make-up one last time, and then she grabbed her purse and headed out of her room. She walked down the hallway and caught a glimpse of Nathan sitting on his bed. Curious, she stopped and stepped back to his doorway.

“Nathan? You’re not going out tonight?”

He smiled at her, and those blue eyes that twinkled over double- tall half lattes and Descartes were now filled with undeniable pain. “You look beautiful. Twirl for me.”

Amanda complied, spinning in a circle in her soft peach floral summer dress and sandals, b. But when she looked at him again, his smile weakened. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t worry about it. You go out. Have fun. Shake some ass.”

She walked across the room and sat down beside him. “I can’t leave you like this. What kind of friend would that make me?”

“A smart one?”

Amanda sighed. “Look, we’ve been friends, roommates, for five years. You can’t just shoo me off like one of your air- headed bimbos. So tell me what the hell is wrong?”

“Nothing. Really.” He touched her face, his finger running down her jaw line and lifting her chin. Her breath caught in her throat at his simple caress. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

She shook her head. “I’ve never seen you like this, Nathan. And just a few minutes ago, you were cracking jokes.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

Nathan grinned, and some of the sadness left his eyes. “Really? Not even if I do…this?” He grabbed her waist and threw her down on the bed, tickling her.

“Stop!” she squealed between fits of laughter.

“What was that?” he asked, cupping a hand behind one ear. “You want more?” He pounced on her and attacked again, not letting up until she had tears running down her cheeks. “Oh, no, you may have to redo the makeup, Amanda,”

“You’re so going to pay for this!” Amanda panted as she lay on his bed. She sat up and punched him in the arm.

His eyes widened. “You hit me.”

There was something in the way that he looked at her, something dangerous and playful all at once, and with a shrill giggle, she started crawling across his king-sized bed. She didn’t get far before he snagged her ankle and dragged her back to him.

“Nathan!” she screamed, her hands full of bedclothes. Laughter welled up again as he grabbed her knee.

“Bad, bad Amanda,” he chided, tickling her with one hand as he pulled her closer.

She rolled on her back and kicked at him, wiping the tears away on his blankets in a smear of makeup. He grinned, a devilish curl of his lips, and after she got one good kick in on his upper thigh, he grabbed her other leg.

“A little too close to the family jewels, don’t you think?” he warned, pouting. H as he pinned her legs to the mattress and straddled her thighs. He made a big show of cracking his knuckles and flexing his shoulders, ignoring her ashow she pummeled his torso with her fists. He dove onto her, hands running up and down her sides from armpit to waist.

Amanda kicked and squealed amid the laughter, her head thrashing around madly. She pushed on his knees, trying to get away, but he grabbed her hands as he had her legs and slammed them above her head. Their laughter died to heavy panting as his face hung a breath above hers, and their laughter died to heavy panting.

She stilled beneath him, unsure what had happened. They had wrestled like this in the past, and she’d ended up in this position more often than she could remember, but this time, something was different. She wanted to close that the space between them, to kiss him, and, with a searching glance, she wondered what exactly she risked if she gave into this spontaneous desire.

“Nathan,” she whispered, her hands trembling beneath his.

“Yes?”

“If I kiss you…”

“Yes?”

“Will that change things?”

“It’ll change everything.” The light faded from his eyes again, leaving him as sad as he’d been when she’d walked in.

“But…”

He moved one hand and placed a finger over her lips. “Listen to me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You say the word, and I’ll let you go, and you can go out just like you planned. I won’t hold it against you. I won’t even bring it up again. But I don’t want you to wonder for the rest of our friendship what could’ve happened. It’s up to you. The choice has always been yours, Amanda.”

She lifted her head up and kissed him. He released her hands, and she ran them over his head, wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in closer. She kissed him, drinking him in and pouring her want, her need, into him. He traced her face, hands fingers trailing over the filmy fabric of her dress and beneath the neckline, drawing a moan from her as he caressed the curve of her breast under her bra.

Nathan gasped as she dug nails into his back. Nathan gasped and collapsed on top of her. “Do you know how many times I’ve wondered?”

Amanda tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before tossing it off the bed. “Don’t men think about sex about every seven seconds?” she teased.

He answered her with a nip on her bared shoulder. Then he grabbed her waist and rolled onto his back. Her legs slid down either side of him, and he pushed the hem of her dress up to her ass. “I think it’s actually every six seconds,” he said as he cupped her butt cheeks. “Though with you, it’s about every ten.”

“Ten?”

“What can I say? I’ve always wanted it to last longer than average.”

Amanda laughed. “Silly man, there’s nothing average about you.”

“We’ll see.” He moved one hand to the nape of her neck, pulled her back down, and kissed her.

To Be Continued

erotic

CL Huth

Writer. Mother. Wife. Nerd. Bi/Demi (She/her)

Published award-winning paranormal author of the Zoe Delante Series (www.readzoe.com).

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