Flirt with Rachel

“Griffin, how many fingers am I holding up,” you ask, raising two fives for him to see.

“Uh… ten?” he says, confused.

“Good. I needed to check if you were blind, because Rachel,” you say, giving her a side-hug, “you’re looking like a perfect ten.”

She blushes, and lightly pushes you away, although you see that Griffin’s grown a little flustered.

“Hey bro, you didn’t have to actually—”

“Come on, you know I’d never actually try anything,” you say, throwing your hands up in mock surrender. “But I am being dead serious about Rachel looking good today. She’s fine, man, no need to get on her case.”

“Thank you,” Rachel says. “Glad to see that somebody around here appreciates me.”

Appreciate. Yes, appreciate is the right word, as you take in another eyeful of the tight black dress hugging her tits. Oh, what you would give to peel it off and take her right now…

“Hey Rach, I appreciate you too,” Griffin says, coming over to stroke her hair. She seems to tolerate the action, rolling her eyes. “I mean, we’ve worked out pretty well these last few weeks, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” she says, taking a bite of her food.

“Do you two need a minute to work things out?” you ask. Rachel’s hot, yes, and she’s got your loins feeling all naughty, but Griffin’s also a friend, and you’re not a bad person… are you?

“No, no, we’re good,” Rachel says, her eyes asking you to stay.

“Yeah, I was just being an ass,” Griffin laughs. Rachel chuckles too, and the tension is broken, the rest of the lunch going smoothly as the three of you goof off about whatever it was you were talking about before.

Rachel +15
Griffin -5