Chapter 6 Sasha | Sloppy Fantasies.

Out in the London streets, it was a humid autumn evening and the overhead sky was gradually darkening into twilight. The wind whipped around me, tossing my hair strands about like carefree dandelion seeds. By the time I got to the park, I was in a thrilling state of mental relaxation, my worries temporarily forgotten and the only damn thing I cared a hoot about was enjoying the cool autumn breeze. I passed several evening runners, nodding a greeting as I did so. Just like Lyons said he did, I took a jog around the park thrice to burn off some energy before heading back home.

It was clocking seven thirty when I finally got home. To cool off, I stretched outside for a while then went in. Jogging round a wide expanse of land had gotten me sweaty so I took off my shirt once inside and mopped the salty moisture off my neck and face.

"Hey," I said as I walked into the living room where Lyons lay sprawled, nursing a bottle of Coke while surfing through Netflix. "Got the flyers ready?"

"Yeah." He grinned at me, setting his bottle down. "Want a Coke? I've got some more in the fridge."

"You probably wouldn't want me next to you like this. I stink so I'll shower first."

His eyes raked through my middle, lingering on my chest, and for a moment it was like he was checking me out again. I cleared my throat and his eyes dragged up to meet mine quickly, causing me to ponder if I was imagining things. We'd been strictly platonic for long, and I don't see any reason why that should change now. It was probably the single jibbies messing with my head. Lyons was just a friend and nothing more.

"Okay, you do look disgusting." He wrinkled his nose, though his eyes told me anything but that. "Go get yourself cleaned up and then come join me."

I pulled out my nightdress to take to the bathroom with me. I'd seduced Lyons enough for one day.

As I turned the knob and stepped under the cold spray of water, letting it course through my body in light rivulets, soaping away the sweat and grime, I found myself thinking about that look in Lyons's eyes I'd seen earlier - not once but twice. A bright flash of desire. The memory of his gaze raking through my figure made my folds clench, soaking up in a minute as my nipples tightened. It had been a long time someone looked at me and found me attractive. Not that I thought myself unattractive - older perhaps, but with Alex it'd always been about the sex and nothing more. I'd forgotten how it felt to be desirable. Sure, I was a skinny little thing and always got admiring looks from strangers for my petite looks, that wasn't the same. Lyons was the only guy I could trust, a close confidante and his attention intrigued me.

I reached down to wash my folds which clenched around my hand. Somehow, washing turned into rubbing. Jerking off had been the last thing on my mind ever since the Alex fiasco on Friday. Now it seemed my libido had opened up again.

Would it be weird to think about my best friend while I jerked off? I wasn't even quite sure if he was turned on by my endowment or found it repulsive.

Maybe not weird but not advisable, especially as we'd be sharing a room and bed for the next week. Yet as I rubbed my folds, chasing release, I couldn't help thinking about him. Lyons was drop-dead gorgeous, with a solid physique that was well proportioned, a pointy nose, sharp jaw and everything that made up the perfect face in a romantic cliché. I'd been attracted to him the minute we met for the first time, and that night of fun, I'd wondered if something was going to happen between us, but that had been years ago and we'd both passed out drunk instead. Since then I hadn't considered him as anything more than a friend. Yet now, I was somehow drawn to that possibility, letting my imagination run wild, wondering why we never hooked up. Maybe we were both satisfied with our friendship to complicate things by getting involved with each other. Moreover, I saw him more or less like an elder brother.

Visions of Lyons's hands on me, his tongue invading mine, consuming me as he spread my legs wide, pushing his cock into me played through my brain in a loop like a porn trailer. I couldn't have made up any other fantasy as good enough if I tried. I came, biting back a moan, one hand holding me steady against the tiles while the other rubbed my clit faster.

As I fell over the edge, the orgasm jerking through me, the thoughts of Lyons slipped away while my come circled the plughole, disappearing with the grime.

I shook my head, flushing red in embarrassment at jerking off over thoughts of my best friend.

The sooner I got laid by some hot Hawaiian guy on holiday, the better.

LYONs

"Uh...Sasha?" I scratched my head, confused. "Got a minute? I need help picking out the shirts I'm gonna take."

"What did you tell me about packing last night?"

"Please?" I whined. "You knew I wasn't going to do it anyway."

She huffed, leaning against the doorframe as she inspected the shirts I'd spread out over the bed.

"The black one with the eagle embroidery looks gorgeous. Also, the camel-coloured shirt won't be good on you considering that you're not tanned. Don't get any ideas on that, you'll get burned."

I rolled my eyes. "Right. Will five boxers be enough? One for each day?"

"If you take plenty of shorts as well."

"Yep, I'm on it." I gestured to the stack of folded stuff waiting to be packed.

"A whole pack of condoms? That's outrageous." Sasha chuckled. "We'll only be there for a week Lyons, how many models will you get to bang during that small amount of time?"

"I got it on a discounted price, that's why. Anyways, it's better to be prepared." I began packing my clothes into a briefcase, tucking the condoms deeper.

"I hope all these models you're hoping to hook up with are going to let you do the dirty with them in their own rooms otherwise I'm going to end up sleeping on the beach."

"Nah, you'll have a hot guy slamming into you in his room. It's time to get back on the horse." I beamed at her.

"I guess." She shrugged dismissively, not sounding enthusiastic at all.

"Cheer up now. It'll be good getting laid. Some no-strings, uncomplicated fuck is exactly what you need to cool off before searching for something more serious again. Fuck Alex out of your system."

"I'm not sure that's a great strategy."

"Trust me, it totally is." I folded my shorts in next, followed by my T-shirts.

"But you know I'm horrible at hitting it off with guys. It's all great for you; you're good at flirting and making girls melt into a puddle with just a smile but once a guy shows some interest in me, I get all shy and awkward which scares them away.

It was true. Sasha didn't fare well in the relationship spectrum, having an aloofness to her that intimidated some guys. I knew it came from her being shy and lacking in self-confidence. She sometimes came across as an unfriendly bitch when she didn't mean to.

"Well, lucky I'm with you then, right? I'll help you out. I'll hook you up with someone sure to give you lots of that good stuff."

"Okay." She sighed. "I'd leave you to get back to packing."