A whole lotta nuthin’

“Would you like another beer Mr. Craig?” Cassie suddenly asks.

“Uh- yeah, sure” you answer her, and she stands up from the couch.

Now that you’re alone with her, you can’t help but notice how long her legs are, and how they’re barely being covered by the athletic shorts she’s wearing. You see her bend to get the beers out of the fridge, making her stick her ass out, giving you the perfect view. You immediately look away. The divorce may have been finalized just a few months ago, but you haven’t had sex way before that.

You mentally slap yourself again.

‘This is your daughter’s best friend! A girl you used to babysit since she was a child. Stop being a creep.’

She hands you your beer and sits right next to you on the couch. “Cheers” she says, and you respond in kind, clinking your bottles together. You can’t help but notice how close she is to you now. Her shoulder in contact with yours, the bare skin of your arms touching each other. You can’t help but feel she’s conscious about it too.

“Mr. Craig?” she says to get your attention. You turn towards her, and you accidentally make eye contact. Although she’s not leaning towards you, you feel her face is dangerously close to yours. “Aren’t you going to start the movie?” she asks. Her question makes you turn back to the TV and it was still on the menu screen of the movie. You awkwardly laugh at spacing out and press play.

You have no idea what’s going on in this movie anymore. As soon as she cuddled next to you, and wrapped your arm with hers, you haven’t paid attention to anything other than the feeling of her soft breasts pressing into your arm. To your surprise, she rests her head on your shoulder, and from the corner of your eye you can see her cleavage. The boner you’ve been trying to hold back is slowly becoming noticeable, and the tightness in your crotch area is becoming uncomfortable.

“Bathroom break” you tell her. You immediately stand up, which abruptly breaks her hold of you, and you head to the bathroom. Once inside, you immediately turn on the faucet and splash your face with water to try and calm yourself down. You check the Affection Multiplier out of curiosity and it only makes you feel worse.

- Jones, Cassandra - Affection Score: 91. (+5)

Love Score: 35 (+6)

Lust Score: 78 (+21)

‘No, Jay. This isn’t real. This girl isn’t into you, nor does she want to bang you. You’re only thinking that because this thing planted that idea in your head’ you tell yourself.

You splash your face with water once more. Thinking a bit more clearly now, you realize that even if this thing is real, that’s still your daughter’s best friend. You do something stupid tonight, you’ll not only ruin your relationship with Cassie, but you’ll probably ruin your relationship with Stella too. You take deep breaths, inhaling through your nose and exhaling slowly through your mouth. It helps calm you down, but you know that any more interactions with that girl will only rile up your fantasies.

You open the bathroom door and Cassie immediately calls out to you, “Mr. Craig?” she asks with concern in her voice.

“I think I drank too much. Can we continue the movie some other time?” you ask, keeping your distance from her.

“Of course. Are you feeling alright?”, she asks. She stands up and starts walking towards you. You can’t help and get a full view of her long legs and svelte hourglass figure.

“I-I’m fine. Just need to sleep it off probably,” you reply.

She’s getting closer.

“We should both probably go to bed.” She’s almost right in front of you. In panic, you open the door leading to the hallway, “I-uh, I’ll just take a smoke break-go-to-bed-now-good-night” you say in a rush, leaving the apartment and closing the door behind you.

…

“I guess we both had the same plans.”