Another date?

I talked to Andrew the next day, and he would not shut up about his date. The chick was perfect. I didn't laugh this time though. I was feeling a little bad now. Maybe this was a bit too much. He was my best friend after all and messing with him like this wasn't very nice. He sent Cindy some nice messages too. He told her he had a really nice date and was hoping there would be a second. What on earth was I gonna do? If I blew him off now, he would be devastated. And I think somewhere inside I wanted that second date too.

Well, the date was set and this time we went for pizza, and a movie. More my kind of date. Some time into the film, I felt his hand on my shoulder. The old yawn, and stretch. His hand felt so big on my shoulder, and where his fingers touched my skin, I felt... electric. Fuck I was getting turned on again. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, I became aware of my head being on his shoulder. I had leaned into him. After the film, he wanted to walk me home. That was not gonna happen, I couldn't let him know where I lived, that would give it away for sure. Instead, I had him walk me to a cab, and as we said good night he leaned in for a kiss. My brain panicked. What was I gonna do? I couldn't kiss him. But before I had a chance to think about it anymore, he did. He kissed me... and I kissed him back. Fuck this was so messed up... but he felt so good. He even tasted good.

As soon as I was back home I was naked on the bed, rubbing myself as if my life depended on it. Good, I was so horny. I needed this so badly. I... I... need to cum! I twitched and moaned as I came to the clear image of Andrew fucking me in my mind. Good, still I felt strangely unsatisfied. My body was a complete wreck from the orgasm it just had. It wanted something else, something I had no idea what was.