Become an outlet for her emotions

Brittany worked as a barista in the mornings and on weekends at a mom and pop coffee shop near my house. Since my buddy had been hooking up with her, I had started going there more often when she was working. Her face made it obvious she knew who I was, but I played dumb and let it appear to fly over my head each time. After watching her storm out of my friends car last night, I decided to drop the act, though not entirely.

I acted like I had new information, something just recently learned rather than something that had been held on to in secret. "I figured out why you've been giving me that weird look when I walked in here. I thought it was me, but you know who told me what's been going on. Sounds like he's really taken a liking to you." Brittany looked like she'd be shot, stopping dead in her tracks with an emotionless expression on her face. Taking a moment to collect herself, she returned to taking my order like nothing.

"We'll call you when your order is ready. Next!" Brittany handed me my receipt, asking me to wait with the other customers bunched up on the far side of the storefront. When my order was ready, the raven-haired girl went out of her way to take my cup and write something on it before it got to me. She didn't even call out my name to tell me it was ready, instead staring me down with a knowing gaze from her light brown eyes.

Brittany handed me my coffee with the label faced towards her, forcing me to flip it around to see what she wrote. It was her Instagram handle, with a short message, "Let's talk." When I looked up from the cup, the cute barista made an exaggerated gesture of rolling her eyes, ending it with a slight giggle and smile to show she was being playful. I walked out of the store, glancing back through the glass to get one more look at Brittany before losing sight of her entirely. After rounding the corner I messaged her on Instagram, putting on my usual façade of the corny friend.

"Oops"

I knew Brittany was still working so I wasn't expecting a response anytime soon. To my surprise, within a couple minutes she hit me back, playing along with me.

"It was only a matter of time, I can never get that boy to shut his mouth"

"Especially when we're...you know"

I wasn't expecting her to be so forward right away, but I guess she didn't care now that the "big secret" was out.

"Oh I bet. Same here."

"NOT ABOUT THE... YOU KNOW"

"(Just so you know) lol"

It was stupid, but I found girls ate it up when you talked to them like this.

"Hahaha good to know"

"I've got enough competition already"

She didn't seem to care that she was the "other woman", in fact it appeared she was reveling in it, actively taking on the challenge to take my friend away from his girlfriend.

"I promise to leave that to you"

"Sure you're much better at it anyways"

That come off worse than I imagined in my head, but I had already hit send before realizing my mistake.

I was worried when she sent me the 'eye roll' emoji, thinking I had already screwed up before I really got a chance to make inroads with Brittany, but got over that fear quick when a second message came in.

"Maybe. ;)"

I left it at that for the time being, going over our short exchange again and again later that night before blowing a load to all her thirst traps and workout highlights.

Over the next few weeks, our interactions grew rapidly, replying to each others stories, sending one another posts and exchanging phone numbers. Even at the coffee shop Brittany was way more vocal with me, smiling and laughing at our stupid inside jokes while she took my order. Of course we left our mutual friend out of the loop, knowing his fragile ego would be quick to assume that we were now the ones hooking up.

We started talking more over text, quickly becoming our primary form of communication. Our conversations got deeper as well, Brittany sharing things with me I would've never expected. I had noticed a lack of dark photos with the time on her stories, but played along like she was sharing some big secret.

"Fuck him, he's such a loser now. After a month of him not cumming in me, I'm moving on"

"There's plenty of guys aching to fill me up"

The thought of dumping a load in Brittany's pussy was already enough to make me cum, and that was before adding in the fact that I was scrolling through her workout videos again.

I sent her a series of emojis: the raised hand, the blushing face and the big sad eyes, playfully telling her I was one of those guys she was talking about.

Brittany responded with exaggerated laughter, playing off my response as a joke. Long ago I made it clear I found her attractive, but she was fucking my friend at the time nothing untoward would be happening. Since then, we made multiple references to her fat ass, thick thighs and slim frame, neither of us afraid to admit it.

Things turned unexpectedly sweet, perhaps due to the late hour or maybe Brittany had been drinking.

"Thanks for being such a good friend. I've needed someone like you for a while now."

"NOT LIKE THAT"

"(Just so you know lol)"

";)"