Play with Zack

Part of you says that you need to tell Zack who you really are, but you can’t shake the fears that he can’t quite be trusted. Additionally, you weren’t prepared for how horny you would feel at the moment, and that horniness is making it easier for you to rationalize.

“I’ll just play around with Zack for a few minutes,” you tell yourself. “That will let me test him further to see if he is part of any conspiracy. Once I know for sure, I’ll tell him the truth, and we’ll end up laughing about this little harmless prank that I’m pulling on him.”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you turn to Zack and smile. “So.... I finally get to meet you, Zack. Justin has told me all about you. He didn’t mention how cute you are, though.”

Zack is surprised, but pleased. “And Justin didn’t mention that he had a smoking-hot lab partner! And he didn’t mention whether his lab partner has a boyfriend or not.”

“No boyfriend,” you reply. “Things are a bit ... complicated ... in my life at the moment.” Truer words were never spoken, you think to yourself.

Zack scoots closer to you and puts an arm around your shoulder, comfortingly. “I understand. I’m going through a complicated time in my life now. I recently broke up with a long-time girlfriend.”

Inwardly, you roll your eyes. He must be talking about that girl Svetyana he met online. His idea of a “long-time girlfriend” is a two-week span of time where they would meet on FaceTime and expose their body parts to each other. Svetyana didn’t even speak English, as far as you could tell. Admittedly, she had very impressive breasts, but she also had bigger biceps than either you or Zack, as well as at least as much underarm hair.

“That must be so painful for you,” is all you actually say.

“Yes,” said Zack, gently rubbing your shoulder. “And they say that the best way to cope with such loss is to find someone similarly situated, and open up to one another.”

You look into Zack’s face, but you see his eyes have returned to your breasts. Having him this close has done nothing to diminish the prominence of your nipples. You glance down to Zack’s lap and see that his bulge appears to be experiencing some excitement as well.

When you look up again, you see Zack’s eyes have returned to your face. His eyes are sparkling, and despite his eloquent soliloquy about how broken-hearted he is, he is smiling. You have never been this close to your roommate. You can see the soft scruff on his chin, and you can smell his deodorant, mixed with his masculine, musky scent. You find yourself fixated on his lips, and the perfect white teeth exposed by his smile. Your heart suddenly feels too big for your chest. You feel your temperature rising, and you take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“This may seem rather bold, Jean, but I am really attracted to you,” says Zack. “I’ve never felt this way toward a girl I’ve just met.” He says it so sincerely, that you would believe it if you didn’t know otherwise. Just last week, the two of you spent 15 minutes at the drive-thru window at McDonald’s, as Zack pleaded with the girl at the window for her phone number. “I have seen you in my dreams, and we are destined to make beautiful babies together,” he said before the police showed up and made him drive on.

“I feel the same way, Zack,” you respond, breathlessly, unable to take your eyes off his lips. When he moves his face toward yours, you eagerly lean in and let him kiss you.

A surge of desire floods through you as his lips meet yours. You open your mouth, and your tongue meets his. You feel his breath on your cheek as you run your tongue over his teeth, tasting the minty flavor of the toothpaste the two of you share.

Zack’s hand pulls you around so your upper body faces him more directly, and his other hand makes its way to your knee. You wrap your arms around him and run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head, and with the other hand, you feel his back and shoulders, noting the firmness and the heat that rises from him.

What was supposed to be a quick kiss seems to go on endlessly, and it isn’t until you are already laying down that you are even aware that Zack has guided both of you back. Both of you have your legs hanging off the edge of your bed, as you twist your torsos awkwardly toward each other.

Zack’s hand moves from your side to your front, and he grasps one of your breasts, sending a new wave of passion through you. You let your hand move to his chest, and you can feel his heartbeat and his breaths through his t-shirt.

Without any conscious thought, your hand makes its way down between his legs, and you gasp as you feel his hardness. His erection is straining against the front of his jeans, and as you rub it with the palm of your hand, Zack emits a guttural moan.

You feel a fire within you, and you desperately want to see this through to its completion, but a spark of sanity reminds you that this is your best friend, and you may be crossing a line that will forever alter your relationship.