I’m mulling different outcomes, none of them ending with our friendship intact, when he continues.
“Do you think she was hiding something?”
“That’s rhetorical, right? We wouldn’t have tons of crazy hospital stories if everyone wasn’t hiding something.” I round the end of the car and stop beside the driver’s door of my SUV.
He shakes his head. “Wish I could have at least had a chance with her.”
“Same here. Maybe it seemed like we were competing for her. Could be too much drama.”
Bennett pulls the door of his Ferrari open then takes a jab at me over the top of his car. “I’d steal her heart before you even wrote your name on her dance card.”
I scan the parking lot, making sure no one heard, then lower my voice. “Dance card, you fucker, I’m not that old.”
“Neither is she.”
My cock twitches. “Damn, could you imagine having a sassy thing like her in bed, running around the house in t-shirts and panties, all of that energy she’d have to help us unwind after a stressful day?”
“Us?”
“Theoretically,” I say casually.
“Right, neither of us is home enough to treat her right.”
“Do you think we’re missing out?”
“On pussy? Hell yeah.”
“You just had to go there? I meant on a relationship. We’re both divorced because we didn’t pay attention to our first wives.”
Bennett leans over his car. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about her tight virgin pussy stretching around your cock.”
“You think she’s a virgin?” The only reason I can venture down this depraved conversation is that Bennett and I have been friends forever, led parallel lives, and trust each other with everything.
“In my fantasies, they’re all virgins who know how to give blowjobs like a pro, and ride cock like their life depends on it.”
Has he fantasized about her? That would make two of us. Why her? We’re around plenty of single women, many a lot closer to our ages.
“Come on over for drinks tonight. We can lick our wounds and address the fact that we need to get out more so we don’t freak out waitresses we don’t stand a chance with.”
We head back to the hospital, and instead of staying late, leave at a decent hour to head to my house. He lives closer, but my house has a fabulous view. It’ll be good to unwind with a friend. It’s been far too long since I socialized outside of the hospital.
I’m driving past the strip center in town when a flash of red hair catches my attention. Caroline’s walking on the side of the road. What the fuck? Seconds later, I’m pulling into the nearest parking lot and Bennett follows.
Logic tells me to turn the steering wheel and get back on the road, but that feeling that I should pursue her has me shutting off my car and getting out.
Jesus Christ, her curves have been underserved by the uniform she wears at the diner—a blocky dress and apron. My balls load up as my eyes rake over the swell of her tits and hint of a pink bra under her skin-tight, semi-see-through, tank top. Her hands are in front of her waist, holding her phone but below that, her hips flare out, barely covered by her short shorts. And her legs—I want them wrapped around me so bad, I’m having phantom sensations of them tightening around my waist while I sink my dick into her.
Thank god for hot summer days that prompt her to dress like that. My fists ball at the prospect of her going in public in so little clothes though.
Her flip-flops round out the look of not having a care in the world. I want to make that true, but I’m about to call out her name when I’m jerked back to reality.
“Shit.” Bennett steps beside me. I’d forgotten about him. That complicates things. If we both keep pursuing her, will we both lose her? Assuming that’s why she got weird today. Never mind my errant thought about the three of us getting together, I want her to be mine, which makes Bennett a problem
She hasn’t noticed us standing beside our cars, but as she gets to the parking lot, she glances up, checking traffic.
As she steps forward, her eyes scan the parking lot, landing on the two of us. Why the hell did I invite Bennett for drinks? Fate’s an evil, twisted, cock-blocking bitch.
She stutter-steps, dislodging her flip-flop, sending her into a little dance as she stumbles and attempts to get it back on without bending down.