My Best Friend's Girl
I sit here listening to her pour her heart out to me about her recent fight with Shikamaru, my best friend, and all I can think about is how much I want her!
Her words don't register in my mind as I slowly lick the ice-cream off our shared spoon; the only thought running through my head is how this is like an indirect kiss between the two of us. As soon as that thought enters my head I stare at her lips, red and swollen from her worrying them between her teeth, and I fantasize about kissing her right now, instead of having to settle on silly prepubescent thoughts of indirect kisses.
Ino continues to rant about how he doesn't spend anytime with her and, here her cheeks turn red with embarrassment, about how he never touches or pleases her.
I think about how many ways, positions, and times I could please her if she'd only let me.
As her rant comes to an end, her shoulders sag in exhaustion, and my eyes follow her breasts as they rise and fall spasmodically as she inhales deeply. My fingers twitch and for a second an image of her writhing in passion beneath me, my hands cupping her breasts, flashes before me. I shake my head to dispel those thoughts, allowing myself the small pleasure of brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. I smile a hollow smile and assure her that everything between her and Shikamaru is going to get better. She seems to buy my false sincerity because she smiles back at me, and for a second I wonder why she didn't choose me.
Guilt swept over me and I find the only word that fits me and my disloyal thoughts; I'm such a creep.