A broken heart isn’t an excuse for this.
After we were unceremoniously dumped by our respective exes, we needed to vent. We were best friends, after all, and it was easy to talk about all the ways that we’d been wronged.
But I’m his fantasy girl. I’m the woman he needs me to be. And right now all this woman needs is him.
His ex had made him buy the bracelets. One is worn by the person seeking the fantasy and the other one becomes the fantasy for them. When they’d been together she’d been the one to wear the fantasy bracelet, now it was my turn.
I’m built to please him. I’m designed for him to want me. But I feel it too.
I feel the cravings, the need for satisfaction. I feel the way he’d fit inside me, the way we could satisfy each other.
I need this. I want this. I want to be his girl.
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Instead of opting for modesty I found myself getting to my feet and fingering the towel. I pushed it open and let it drop, falling back down to the chair fully naked and then, and only then, closing my legs and crossing one thigh over the other.
“Better?” I asked him, a cocky grin on my face as I saw his eyes go wide.
I knew firsthand what I looked like. I knew that I was beautiful, cute and desirable. I knew that he couldn’t help himself and god I could barely blame him.
And I wanted to be watched, to be witnessed. The fires that had been stoked in the bathroom were burning bright and hot now.
“How long you must have waited to see me, Caleb?” I mused aloud, “Was it everything you imagined it would be?”
He nodded slowly, leaning forward in his seat.
“Am I beautiful? Am I sexy? Are my breasts as perky as you wanted them to be? Is my body as tight as you imagined it would be?
“Tell me, Caleb. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me how much you need me.”
“Lyle,” he said warningly.
I shook my head, “Not Lyle. I’m not Lyle, not to you. If I was your best friend you wouldn’t look at me the way that you are now. You would never get hard for me, now would you?”
Slowly, guarded, he shook his head no.
I pushed to my feet once more and I stepped out and away from the table. I gave a long slow twirl, letting him admire every last inch of me as I started to spin faster and faster.
“Drink it all in Caleb. Drink it all in and memorize every inch of it. The woman you’ve wanted for all these years, standing here naked in front of you and practically begging to get fucked. I’ve wanted you too, Caleb. That last night you were so mature, I wanted you to touch me. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to be your first and you just held out. Oh the things you could have done to me, Caleb. You could have been so dirty with me. But you had to go and be my good boy, didn’t you? You had to deny me.”
I didn’t know what I was doing. None of this made any sense at all. I was working on pure instinct as I spun faster and faster and the world blurred until I felt myself slip and start to fall and was caught and pulled into the arms of someone so much stronger than me.
“Michelle,” Caleb whispered, staring deep into my eyes, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”