As much as I hate keeping anything from my oldest friend, the onlyrealreason I’m making a move is that I’m way past the point of just wanting to see May again.
I fuckingneedto see her.
And a helluva lot more, if she’ll have me. And the only way to find out is just to fucking ask.
Seeing Steve again will be great, but seeing May again?
That’s something that makes me smile when I think about it. And it’s a feeling that’s compounded when she comes home right in the middle of my video call to Steve.
Before I’ve had a chance to let him know I’ll be in town before I even touch on the other little surprise I have in store, seeing May again makes me forget everything except my need for her.
It’s like I’ve been frozen solid for the past six months, and just seeing May’s short, full figure as she drops in on our call to say hi sets everything inside me on fire.
Instantly past boiling point. And all of it for her.
And not something you can even think about with Steve’s face right in front of you, genius.
Watching May gripping the frame of the doorway, the way her hair tumbles over her shoulders.
The way her ample chest is heaving with each breath as I focus on her, I’m glad I’m sitting down, and her dad couldn’t see the instant and insanely hard erection she gave me.
All from just being herself. All without her even trying to do anything.
She really is just fucking perfect in every way.
Steve’s quick to pick up on something between May and me, though. And once he mentions it, I’m quicker to shift the subject from secrets to my planned visit.
I don’t mean to rope May into my little white lie, but the story of me calling her with the news and her forgetting to tell her Dad is too perfect.
Too innocent, just like her.
Steve’s reaction to the news is a relief, and even though May is my primary goal, I’m really looking forward to catching up with my oldest friend, too.
Even though I know it’s kinda like jumping from the pan into the fire, I’ve already told myself that I’ll juggle my feelings for May with my duty to my best friend when the time comes.
But hearing myself tell him I’m coming tomorrow surprises me as much as it does everybody else.
I’d planned to make the trip soon, but seeing May shifts everything, including my need for her to shift up a gear.
Seeing her shiver as I scan her chest, and what about those hips?
It flies outta my mouth before I can even try to stop it.
So the date for my visit’s set. And if I’m gonna make it in time, I’ll need to organize myself.
Maybe even book yourself a flight, champ. That might work.
I guess the news of me moving to town for good will have to wait.
I just hope May’s as receptive to my ideas about her as I am. Otherwise, it’ll all be for nothing.
I’ll just ask her if she’s into me. Choose my moment carefully, though.
And if she’s not?
That’s not something I even wanna think about.
My gut’s never wrong. And although it’s out of the ordinary, I just know that May and I belong together somehow. I just feel it.