Let me first say, that I would never hurt my best friend Scott intentially, but what happened was pretty much unavoidable. His girlfriend Sarah was very adventurous, I might say a hundred times more adventurous than Scott or even myself. In fact when they first met, I didn't expect it to last going on almost a year already, but what do I know, I haven't been in a serious relationship in almost 2 years now.
Scott and Sarah were a cute couple, she was much better looking than he was, in fact on more than one occasion, he has been told that by many people including his own parents. I'm sure he understood, Sarah was on a whole different level, and he knew it.
Everytime we hung out, she had a knack for catching me staring at her. Sorry, but she was gorgeous and I have not had anything to look at for a while. I wasn't harming anyone, I was just looking. I am convinced that she knew what I was doing and she didn't seem to mind, even enjoyed the added attention of her boyfriends best friend.
It seemed like Everytime the three of us got together, her outfits became skimpier and sexier. Was she purposely making it difficult for me to be around her? Everytime it felt like I was having to hide the effect that she was having on me. She was sexy, scantily clad and seductive, I mean, come on, I'm only human.
One night we were at the apartment when Sarah brought up the fact that ever since she had known me, I haven't been with anyone, she asked me if I played for the other team?
"I'm not gay, just haven't met anyone yet to pique my interest," I said confidently.
She looked at me and winked, before saying, "I don't know why any woman in their right mind wouldn't be interested."
I left it at that and moved on to a different topic, but she kept bringing it back to me and my lack of a relationship. She made a point of it over and over again, "you too sweet and sexy not to have a good looking woman on your arm at all times."
After a while, it started to make me uncomfortable, and I think she senses it, because she avoided the topic for the rest of the day. It was awkward after that for a little bit as Everytime she saw me, she would shoot me these seductive glances, and her clothing started to get skimpier and sexier. Shirts barely covered her nipples with her cleavage showing every chance she got. If she was wearing a T-shirt, it was tight with no bra, showing off her nipples, which were always poking out. The shorts that she wear barely covered her cheeks or they were extremely tight, fitting her every curve perfectly. It was like she was showing me what I couldn't have.
I knew that Scott had already fallen for her, but she was driving me crazy. If I didn't find a girl ofy own soon, I was going to do something that I would regret, and I did not want that.
It is really funny that whatever I was feeling, or thinking, Sarah sensed it. When woke up one morning for work, Scott had already left for his job. Sarah was barely wearing anything and making breakfast. She had those really tight short underwear that hugs all the curves and indentations, she wore a short little shirt that was see through, her whole body was covered but barely. She looked sexy as hell, and I really needed to avoid her as there wasn't anyway that I was going to stop if she kept this up.
I made my coffee and some toast and sat down at the table. She came over and put some eggs on my plate. She smiled her seductive smile, "sorry about last night, Scott was hitting in all the right places so I was kind of loud, sorry if we kept you UP!"
Her emphasis on that last word, made it clear that she knew it. I think it was like a drug for her, she loved to drive me insane with lust. She came up behind me and put her arm around me, her breathe softly in my ear, "want me to find someone for you? I hate that you are all alone!"
I snapped at her, pulling her arms off of me, "I can find my own dates, thank you!"
She challenged me, "I'll give you one week to find your own date, if not, I will start looking for the perfect girl for you." She then said something that was on point, "you shouldn't have to walk around all day stealing glances and mentally undressing me every moment of your day."
Just then she dribbled coffee down her shirt. She left the kitchen down the hallway removing her top. I took that as my opportunity to head to work. I slipped out the door as she was changing, I didn't want to see what she came back down into the kitchen wearing. I hate to admit it, but I was kind of surprised that she didn't remove her shirt in front of me, I mean I've seen her tons of times in various states of dress.
The entire day at work I could not get her words out of my head though. "One week...." "I'll find the perfect girl for you!"
I hate to admit this, but if she wasn't Scott's girlfriend, I would have grabbed her, and push her onto the countertop and done her right there. Problem is, with all of this torture that she does to me every day, I don't know if she would resist or encourage me.
When I got home from work, Scott was in the shower and once Sarah walked in, I couldn't help but notice her silk blouse was unbuttoned half way between her cleavage, her bra, pushed up her breasts and barely covered her nipples. Her tight skirt slit up most of her thighs to...