The One

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When you asked me, so many months later, tell me about the time when you knew I was the one. Alright, we're gonna do this again. I mean, we must have been over this at least 10 times before.

Maybe, maybe you needed a little reassurance, though. I understand that, I get it. Even the most beautiful people sometimes lack the confidence that they need.

And maybe this was one of those times, I don't know. But if you want to hear it again, I'll be happy to retell it. So, as you know, this was probably the third, maybe the fourth time that we officially went on a date.

You told me you were interested in having your best friend meet me. Well, that's always a good sign, isn't it? I will be on my best behavior because obviously, I not only want to make a good impression on your friend, but I am determined to get my hand inside your panties as soon as possible.

I recall the plan was we would go out on some Saturday night. You and I, your best friend, and apparently, her partner. So, essentially, I was going to be on trial by a jury of three.

Before the date even happened, I remember us having one of those very late night phone calls. One of the ones that ended up with my hand wrapped around my cock, listening to you moan and play with yourself. And after we were both done there, we had one of those bedroom conversations, albeit albeit FaceTime.

I remember you telling me a little about your childhood. You were excited about this upcoming date, as was I, of course. But you had let me know that this best friend of yours, you weren't always best friends.

In fact, when you were much, much younger, you were always in this sort of healthy, maybe unhealthy competition for attention. See, I never pegged you for the attention-seeking type. But then you told me about how she was always super thin and had this ridiculous amount of confidence in almost an aggressive way.

In contrast, you explained that much like you are now and to my preference, you're a little bit more soft, a little more round, a little more shy. Your friend had a number of boyfriends, quite a few flings, according to her. By the time you guys were even done with high school, high school, you had only dated a couple of people.

In any case, that Saturday night rolled around and I rolled up to your place and texted you. My goal was definitely reinforced. You always, always look great, but tonight you looked like you were walking on air.

I watched that hem of your dress sliding up and down your thighs as you walked up to my car. I could smell your scent as you plopped into the seat, leaned over, and gave me not just an amazing kiss, but a ridiculous hard-on. Your hand slipped down my abdomen.

You could immediately tell what was going on. You said something like, keep it in your pants, buddy. Exactly what I wanted to hear, of course.

In any case, we met up with your friend and her lover. We shared a nice dinner. I was polite, quiet, behaving myself, answering any and all questions that your friend and her boyfriend posed to me.

You could tell that there was a little tension between those two. I saw you and your friend darting looks back and forth. And I saw her in what I assumed to be her boyfriend looking a little perturbed.

A couple times throughout the meal, I thought maybe I had said the wrong thing. Maybe I had triggered them. It was hard to tell.

And yes, she was very, very attractive. Not my type of attractive. Perhaps maybe more traditionally attractive.

And yes. Okay, sure. I'll admit it.

Would I stick my dick in her? Of course, but I'm not interested in her. I'm interested in you.

Did you want to hear the story? Or did you just want to find out if I want to fuck your friend? Because I don't.

In any case, after the meal, I grabbed the check, took care of it. I figured that'd be the noble thing to do. After all, they sat and listened to me answer questions.

They sat and listened to me answer all these boring questions for the past hour, including my sarcastic jokes. All the while, my hand on top of that dress, slowly diddling my fingers on your thigh, hoping to feel your hand on mine. But I didn't.

You, you were in good, good, good behavior mode. In fact, it was almost as if you were trying to live up to that expectation that you and your friend had set forth so many, so many years ago. I see you shaking your head.

And hey, I'm just an outside observer. But, in any case, I could tell your friend didn't want the evening to be over after dinner. And it looked like there might be some domesticity issues between her and her boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he invited, almost insisted that we go back to his place and have dinner. Well, I haven't done that in a while. But he promoted it by saying it'll be fun.

He's got some good beer, some weed, and a penchance for winning at Monopoly. Inside, I was rolling my eyes. I wasn't tremendously interesting in playing games.

I certainly wasn't interested in committing to a five-hour game of Monopoly. I would have preferred to play a five-hour game of My Fingers inside you. I told you this in the car.

Again, making a second fail. Making a second failed attempt getting my hand underneath your dress and inside that textured pretty pair of panties that I could tell as my fingers wasped across them. We followed close and subsequently drank a few beers played a fun game of Monopoly.

It was clear that both your best friend and her lover were very, very competitive. I enjoyed just sort of going through the motions and observing. Every moment I could get I connected my eyes with yours.

I wanted to know that I was here for you and only you. When the game ended with a short fight between the three of you I decided to get up and check my phone and just sit down on the couch. It was a large living room the couch on one side and the couch on the other side.

I thought a lounge chair maybe ten feet across the room a small coffee table in between. I sat down and allowed you all to work it out. Moments later your best friend was up against the wall her boyfriend at his hand at his hand around her pushing against her.

I watched him as did you hold her tight. I gotta be honest it turned me on ever so slightly and I just carefully and politely observed as he walked his way up out of the dining room right into that lounge chair across the couch. They both plopped down her falling on his lap.

I remember hearing the crunch of the cushion as her weight fell on top of him. She was straddling both his legs. They were passionately kissing he running his hand through her hair.

You stood right at that precipice between the living room and the dining room your hand supporting the wall looking at me rolling your eyes a little and then you did something that I hadn't seen you done I watched as you traced your fingers down to your knee as if you were about to scratch an itch instead I watched you carefully and delicately take two fingers and gently lift the hem of that dress so slightly showing me the tiniest bit of thigh I watched as you held up that dress exposing your left thigh letting go of the wall grabbing the phone out of your pocket and texting me your text said if you're gonna go just ignore me maybe I'll just go make out with somebody else the text even sounded whiny I don't know what you were thinking but you must have read my face I looked up at you smiled signaled for you to come right over here by the time you had made it in front of me my cock already pressing against those thin boxer briefs and cotton slacks I had on I don't know how apparent or evident it was but I watched a small smile I glanced at our friends across the way looked back at you a little smile you came close enough slowly straddling my left leg as you must have started feeling somewhat empowered I felt pressing your weight against my quad I felt you grind all the way up to my abdomen as I felt your lips pressing against mine you now rolling your hips back and forth as your tongue moved around inside my mouth I'm groaning half nervously half excited by what you are doing I felt my hands naturally digging around cupping your breasts moving down to your thighs fuck you're so soft god damn I can't believe you're letting me touch you like this you are so pretty I whispered all this in your ear as you continued slowly grinding back and forth on my leg looking over your shoulder I could see your friend a skirt she was wearing pulled up around her belly I couldn't tell if she was still wearing her panties but what I could tell was she was unbuckling dudes pants and they were amidst trying to remove them while sitting and kissing I don't know what turned me on more the fact that I was sitting across from a couple watching them about to get it on or you riding my leg like some kind of a fucking bull yeah I whispered as you continued to grind and kiss my chin I could feel you pressing against me I wanted to imagine that I could feel your nipples pushing against my chest through your bra but I wasn't sure I watched as you retracted slightly I watched as you looked down perhaps you felt yourself getting wet sudden nervous look on your face perhaps concerned that you might get my pants wet or stain them I'm certain you could feel my bulge and when you looked up at me all you saw was my smiling face this had given me just enough leverage to finally stick my right hand up underneath that dress sliding across the waistband of those panties moving up to that pretty bra and using all of my fine motor skills to somehow unhook it miraculously on the first shot I made it happen and as I did I pulled you back down onto my lap slipping my hands around your sides finally touching those fleshy soft breasts of yours feeling those hard little nipples against my thumb and feeling my cock throb as my thumbs twitched against them you bent over and whispered in my ear and as I suspected you said something to the effect of I want you are you okay I moved my mouth towards your ear I'm having a great time I don't know if at this point you knew that I had my own separate show but your best friend was moaning fairly hard her boyfriend had her spun around her still wearing her top she is sitting on his lap and as I she is sitting on his lap still but turned and facing me I can look over your shoulder and I can see her pressing against him I can see that facial expression every time that he thrusts inside her she looks at me looks away looks at me again smiling I've never been in this situation before I don't know if this is part of some kind of a test should I just let go and enjoy myself or should I remain my best behavior and just be patient you kissed me again whispered into my ear you can touch me some more if you want you had said our eyes again met as I continued teasing you but I felt uneasy like maybe I was fucking up like maybe you would notice that I'm so turned on by this thing this scenario your friend and her man fucking right across from us while you are sitting on my lap getting my pants wet and messy all I could think was to tell you how very sweet and sexy you were and how I'm really glad that we've made it this far and how I want to do anything that you want me to but I'm not sure what that is a loud bang as your friend's phone must have fallen off the arm of the chair as he's fucking her the R&B music still blaring out some of their noises of fucking but not enough for you not to turn around and watch exactly what was happening and as you did I found my hands on that little penny covered mound of yours moving in circles I could feel the material starting to ball up I could feel my forefinger pulling them slowly over to the side soaking wet even that feeling making my cock throb you said nothing but I watched you watching them for a while I tried to get one and then two fingers inside of you.