I never intended to wind up on my back, legs wide, hands gripping my hair with my eyes rolled in the back of my head. I never intended to spend my rainy afternoon gripping the muscular back of a man that was supposed to be off limits. Silk sheets twisted in a knot at the foot of the bed, fitted sheets hanging midway to the floor. In between epileptic like fits of orgasms I ask myself repeatedly "What Am I Doing Here?" mentally. Sweat drips in my eye, burns a little from the salt and I imagine fire and brimstone raining down in the bedroom around me. I want to push him off of me, slap him, and rush out into the pouring rain to wash the impurity of we were doing off of me. But what would be the point? I want him and he wants me, the pleasure we mix together is supernatural. Every body part and organ was made just for me. Even though he is my ex-man's best friend and I told myself I would never ever cross that line, I couldn't help the magnetic attraction that pulled me to him in the first place.
He knew my man, his best friend messed up a good thing, threw away the precious jewel in his possession. Any sane person would pick up a bag of one hundred bills if found right? He asked me out of the blue after countless times of telling him this was the wrong thing to do. What if it was me wearing the other shoe? But then again it has been me minus the best friend part. The countless times he has lied and cheated on me, and the countless times his best friend covered for him. He knew it would only be a matter of time before my man lost me and he could step in and claim me like a lost prize. Every thing about ex man and his best friend was so different all the way down to the size. Where my man was selfish, his best friend was selfless, what he lacked his best friend gained. My ex's oral game was quick and boring but his best friend's is insane.
My ex-man was cheap, practical and predictable where his best friend had a taste for the finer things. My wrist sparkled in the darkness of the room with the newest gift he showered me with. Morally my conscious ate at me because a woman should never cross the line into friendship territory but deep within my heart I knew I wasn't willing to give up the goods. So I guess I will accept being the horrible person who has fallen in love with my Ex-man's best friend.
