For a second, I imagine how she would look if she lost her dress and stood in front of me in her underwear only.
My cock jumps in my pants from that thought.
I immediately turn away.
I should stop thinking about her naked.
How can I react to her like that? We've known each other for our whole lives; she's like a sister to me.
But the point is, my feelings for her are not what I should feel for a sister, not at all. I not only love her like a friend, but I am also attracted to her, more than I have ever been attracted to anyone in my life.
"I'm ready to go," Kylie says, and I realize that she's standing at the doorway waiting for me to stand up and go, but I freeze in place, looking at her ankles, trying to calm down my dick.
I am already as hard as a rock, and she's not even naked.
How am I supposed to stand up now, in front of her, and, moreover, in front of her mother?
At that same moment, Mrs. Thompson's phone starts ringing.
"Have fun, baby, and don't be too late," she tells her daughter and kisses her forehead, waving at me before picking up the phone and leaving the room.
Thank God she left. Now I only have to worry about Kylie noticing my erection.
But she seems like she’s avoiding my gaze as much as I am hers.
She grabs her bag, and we both leave the house.
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On the way to the spot that I prepared for celebrating our birthday, we both keep silent. The whole route takes about fifteen minutes, but it seems like an eternity when you're not speaking.
I guess it's the first time in my life I’ve gone that long without talking to her when we’re together.
We had no problem talking on the phone while she was in Africa, so what has changed? Why is there so much tension between us?
Or is it not just tension? Is there something else?
"I'm a little nervous going back to school tomorrow." Kylie starts speaking first, and I'm glad she did because I don’t think I would have been able to.
"You're the smartest person I know. You'll pass everything easily," I say, and I really mean it. Kylie is a genius with the highest IQ in the school, and the most hardworking human I've ever met in my life.
"I'm not talking about exams, you know? I mean people..." she mumbles quietly.
I exhale deeply. This is my Kylie. She's back. No matter how hot she looks, she still worries what other people are thinking about her.
On the one hand, it makes me more comfortable to talk to her when I realize that she's shy and a little afraid, but on the other hand, it’s hard to concentrate each time I look at her. She looks so different, and I’m nervous.
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel afraid? I never get nervous.
She's still the same Kylie, she's still my best friend, the only person who I can tell all my deepest darkest secrets to...
Except for one secret.
One tiny little super small secret—that I'm in love with her.
And I also want her as if I just took a bottle of Viagra.
We're almost there, in the place I wanted to show her. I have been preparing for this day for more than a month, but the closer we get, the more this idea seems wrong to me. Staying at the closed park in a gazebo with no people around is dangerous, extremely dangerous. If I can't control myself at Kylie's house when her mom is near, how am I supposed to do it when we're alone?