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Something told me this situation wasn’t covered in the friends-with-benefits manual.

Oh, joy!

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Kelsey

“How was your day?” I asked Mr. Kitty Whiskers as I dumped the dry pasta into the boiling water. He rubbed back and forth against my legs, hinting he wanted a kitty treat. “You slept all day? And how was that for you?” I asked.

He answered with a meow.

Satisfied the pasta water wouldn’t boil over, I returned to the kitchen table and checked out my new Nikon DSLR camera and the photography book I’d borrowed from the library.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I startled at the noise from high in the corner of the room, then released a relieved breath. It was nothing more than an overgrown tree branch that kept hitting the wall whenever it was windy. I kept forgetting to call someone to deal with it.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A flash of lightning temporarily lit up the sky outside the window. The overhead light flickered but stayed on.

My thoughts drifted to Trent and how we would finally get to consummate our friends-with-benefits relationship tomorrow. Something that I would’ve been more than willing to do yesterday while hiking…if it weren’t for the risk of getting caught. And if Trent hadn’t needed to help his father.

But since I had already been waiting a long time to end my sex drought, what was one more day? Although, with all the built-up sexual frustration consuming me, starting from when Trent and I first began hanging out together, I might combust before I was able to have sex with him.

The ache between my legs thoroughly agreed.

Maybe a nice long soak in the tub would help to distract me.

Yes, because long hot baths were always a great substitute for sex, said no one ever.

Lightning flashed again, followed a moment later by a loud rumble of thunder.

And my thoughts instantly went back to Trent. And sex. And doing it during a lightning storm.

Another of my sexual fantasies.

I pushed myself off my chair and rifled through the utility drawer for matches. Nothing said romantic evening than a power outage, candles, and being alone.

But at least I had my sexy underwear on. Erin and Holly would be proud. You know, in case a handsome stranger entered the house and wanted to ravish me during the lightning storm.

Enough thinking about sex, I reprimanded myself.And don’t even think about Trent. Naked. Lit up by the lightning outside the window.

God, I was a lost cause.

While I waited for dinner to finish cooking, I lit the white pillar candle on the coffee table in the living room and flipped through the TV channels. The sky lit up again, only this time instead of the room light flickering, the room and the TV went dark—other than candle on the table. “Great.” Now I couldn’t watch TV or study.

I guess that left me with nothing to do, other than watching shadows dance on the wall or having a candle lit bath…while not fantasizing about Trent.

Yeah, I didn’t think the non-fantasizing part was going to happen either.

What did sexually frustrated guys do when they couldn’t have sex?

Oh, that’s right, jack off in the shower.

Maybe I could exercise instead. I’d taken a yoga class with Erin a few years ago. Too bad I didn’t remember anything, other than the downward facing dog. Which for some reason made me think of sex, doggy style.

Which made me think of Trent.