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Kate

About an hour later, I walk into the darkened apartment. I had to drop Melissa off at her place, and we sat in the car gushing about the craziness of the night and the undeniable chemistry put on display between Landon and I. Even from her vantage point, it had been intense apparently.

No lights in the kitchen and living room glow, but I can see lamp light filtering from Landon’s cracked bedroom door, and I hear the shower running. Just the thought of him in there after the last time I stopped by the door and listened has me blushing.

I walk into my room and close the door, dropping my clutch and keys atop the dresser. I strip off my halter top letting my ample tits free and sigh in relief. I push down my skirt, baring myself to the room in only my lacy thong and crawl into bed. Makeup be damned tonight. I pull my sheets up and stare at the ceiling, exhausted but restless. I hear the bathroom door open, and Landon passes by my door on the way toward the kitchen, probably to grab some water. I can’t help but think about our night. My fingers soothingly caress the skin between my breasts, sliding up and down again and again. Instead of the movement lulling me off to sleep like it normally does, it just makes me sharply aware of the lingering tension coiling in all of my muscles, humming low in my belly.

I sigh and reach over to my bedside table’s bottom drawer and pull out my trusty friend. It’s a butterfly winged g-spot vibrator. The wings and antennae flutter for added stimulation. I pull off my lacy blue panties and turn my friend on its lowest setting. I close my eyes, externally sliding the length up and down my slit to get the blood flowing to my lady bits more than they already are. Just saying a nice hello. I giggle at that thought but lightly gasp when the head rubs across my clit just so. This won’t take long.

I think about the feel of Landon’s hands pressing my body back into his, my fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. I feel his warm breath and his lips whispering darkly into my ear. I want to hear his voice whispering dirty things to me in that tone full of gravel. I can’t help but moan when I slide the toy into my slick channel with ease. I freeze when I think I hear a noise outside my door and turn the toy off quickly. I strain my ears for any sounds while my hips still have other ideas and lightly pump at the sensation of being filled. Screw it, I’m just being paranoid. The delicious ache in my body calls me back to focus on my need, and I click the vibrator back on, gasping and moaning a bit at the sudden assault to my oh so sensitive nerves below.

I picture Landon’s hungry gaze, his thumb brushing across his parted lips, his hips pressing and grinding into mine with that unmistakable bulge. My heart rate picks up with that thought and my imagination takes off. I imagine his lips crashing down hot on mine with his fingers threaded in my hair, lightly pulling to increase the access to my mouth he so wantonly takes. I can almost hear him groaning in pleasure, branding my hips with his fingertips as he sinks his cock deep into my heat. That blazing thought is just the thing to tip me over the edge, eliciting sparks of fire straight to my toes, making them curl in delicious ecstasy. His name rips from my throat and lips in a guttural low keen as I ride out my pleasure to thoughts of my best friend.

Landon

I lean against the counter in the kitchen contemplating the night and finishing up my glass of water. I’m so hot for Kate right now, it’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to go knock on her door. I rushed through my shower in hopes I’d get to see her before bed, but she got home before I made it out. I walk back down the hall toward my room, but pause at her door, considering knocking anyways to say goodnight. I hear a sigh and a drawer close. Yeah, I’m totally listening just to feel close to her. An unmistakable buzzing noise starts and my head pops up looking at the door as if I can will my eyes to see through it.

Kate is in there right now using a freaking vibrator. A soft moan from the other side of the door has me clenching my molars and reaching into my soft shorts to grab my very, very hard dick. I’d give anything right now to be sitting in her corner chair, watching her body come alive beneath her fingertips and that buzzing device. The thoughts and buzzing from beyond that door have my heart pumping double time. I lean my hand on her door frame and stroke in time with the sound of the toy buzzing louder then softer, louder then softer.

Fuuuck. That difference in sound tells me it’s inside of her. My head spins and lightly thuds against my outstretched hand that’s currently digging into the hardwood frame. I silently curse at myself and hope she didn’t hear that. She must’ve because the device suddenly stops. I hold my breath for a moment. If I move, she’ll know I am out here. Would she be mad? Would she smile and pull me into the room?

After a minute that feels like an eternity, the buzzing starts back up and she moans. I blow out my breath and smile. My girl just can’t seem to help herself. Such a greedy little pussy. My jaw clenches and my hand strokes faster as the mental images blast through my brain like gasoline poured on a fire. It fuels my lust and rockets into overdrive, spiking even more when another gasp and moan float across the space between her, this damn door, and me. The increased buzzing has me on the brink of insanity. Tingles and heat are humming in my low back and I’m trying to hold onto every last bit of this torturous pleasure until I know she’s satisfied.

My heart ceases to pump and I can’t breathe when I hear her breathing ratchet up and she all but wails out my name. I’m dead, and furiously spilling my load onto the inside of my shorts, but fuck if I care. I suspected as much, but the confirmation of my name on her lips has my heart now thundering in my chest as I quietly sneak back into my room.

I can’t believe I just jerked off in front of my roommate’s door while listening to her get off to thoughts of me. My best friend wants me as much as I want her. It’s definitely time to grow a pair and make a move. Make her mine. I need to tell Kate how I feel.

Kate

I barely see Landon Saturday since he decides to sleep in then has to rush off to practice. I toss him a pack of chocolate pop tarts, and he blows me a thank you kiss as he grabs his bag and winks at me while closing the door. I am liking this flirtier side of him. A LOT.

I grab my hot tangerine zinger herbal tea and walk over to curl up in Landon’s chair in the corner of the room next to the bookshelves. I grab a novel off my Tbr shelf and start reading. Before long, I’m enthralled by a stalking psycho bitch who is intent on breaking up a perfectly wonderful marriage in Maggie by Whitney Mayoral. She’s a local author from a town near where Landon and I live. The gall of this woman is infuriating. Whitney has done a fantastic freaking job with this one.

I pick up my now cold tea and sip because as much as I enjoy it hot, I enjoy it just as much cold. Light melody drifts to me from the phone on my table. My alarm to get ready for my date tonight with Trevor snaps me out of my novel-induced brain fog. This is exactly why I set the alarm. I knew, without a doubt, I’d end up spending my afternoon getting lost in a good book.

I hurry through my shower and put on a layer of makeup. I pad down the hall and over to my closet in my towel and start pulling dresses across the rack, surveying my choices for tonight’s night out. I settle on a flirty, light blue, floral dress that flows just about knee-length. This will do. I’m excited to go out, but feel nervous because I wonder how Landon is going to feel about it.

Part of me wanted to call Trevor and tell him that I couldn’t come, but Melissa said I just had to go or she’d drag me there herself. She said that I need to continue to push Landon to make a move, and that seeing me get dressed up for another man should be a good reality check for him. I am a desirable woman. If he wants me, he’s going to have to actually say so, or there are plenty of other guys who would love to have me on their arm.

I check the time on my phone to see that Trevor will be here any minute. As if on cue, Landon knocks on my open door.

“Trevor’s here.” He eyes me appreciatively as he leans into the doorframe, crossing his arms across his muscular chest.

“You look beautiful.” His smile falters a smidge, but he masks it quickly. “I’ll be home if you need me to come pick you up.”

My eyes flutter up to his through the mirror as I adjust my heart necklace along my collarbone. “Is there a reason you think you’ll need to?”

He lightly exhales but shakes his head no. “Nah, I’m just making sure you know that I’m always going to be here if you want or need me. Have fun and be safe.” He mumbles that last sentence, starting to turn away, but stops when I walk up to him.

I look up at him closely, challenging him to speak up about how he really feels about me going out with another man tonight. I can tell he doesn’t want me to leave. This is where his personality traits of being quiet, observant, thinking hard about what he wants to say all the time, over-thinking it, and letting chips fall where they may drive me fucking nuts. I think I actually want him to have that overwhelming desire to grab me and all but yell in Trevor’s face caveman style, “MINE!”. I could even go for the whole throw me over his shoulder and carry me off to his room act. Not giving a damn about what Trevor thinks. Yeah...I’d like that. I just want him to make some sort of gesture, dangit!

He won’t though. He wants me to be happy, even to the point of being in someone else’s arms. Part of that is sweet, but right now it mostly pisses me off. His eyes flare with the need to speak, but he doesn’t, and I can’t make Trevor wait much longer. Since he’s not going to man up, I am going to go have a fun night. Melissa was right.

“I will. Don’t stay up.” I pat his chest, not looking him in the eye, and walk out to a smiling Trevor.

“There she is. You look great, Kate,” Trevor purrs while looking over my head. I’m assuming it’s one of many ways he plans to rub this in Landon’s face. Not sure I like that about him. This seems like a norm for him. I refuse to turn to see the silent conversation being held between them. Grabbing Trevor’s hand, I pull him out the door.