My Best Friend’s Brother

Then I look in front of me again because it is impossible to keep turning around to avoid looking at Chris. And he gets up and leaves with the girl, but first, he looks at me with his usual indecipherable look.

“I think I’m leaving now, Julie.”

“You know, me too. Our boyfriends aren’t here, and we’re too beautiful to stay here alone. I’m tired of being flirted with guys.”

And we both left laughing.

When we arrive in front of my apartment door, Julie says

“Why don’t you sleep at my place? Usually, Chantal doesn’t come back on weekends, and Chris isn’t due until tomorrow morning.”

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“Why not.”

As soon as I get out of the shower, Julie has already set up a mattress for me next to her bed and has fallen asleep, and I am pretty sure she has had a little more to drink than she planned.

I approach slowly, making as little noise as possible, and already feel sleep coming on.

…. Chris…

“You’ve called me by that name three times already! It sucks!”

The brunette girl with me in my car comes out and picks up her clothes that we had just taken off.

And that’s too bad.

She slams the car door and shouts through the window:

“My name is Vanessa!”

I can’t believe I called her Molly twice. Not twice, three times. Vanessa, who I have now learned the name, made it very clear after frying for me.

Women hate it when we do that, and damn it, and I wasn’t even thinking about this girl changing Marissa’s name for hers like that, not Marissa. Her name is Vanessa.

I start to laugh with irony and run my hand through my hair, telling myself:

“I am so screwed!”

…

“You did what, man?”

Adan gets up from the bar table and tells the girl he is with that he will be right back.

He continues:

“You should fix this.”

“Settle what?”

“This thing you’re having with this woman.”

“What thing? There’s no affair between Molly and me.”

“But it’s looking like there should be.”

“No way. I’m not going to do it.”

Vanessa shows up, and the girl, who was with Adan, goes to talk to her.

“So you’d better stop changing the names of the girls you’re with to hers, or you’ll end up screwing everyone over.”

I know he doesn’t care that maybe the girl he was with won’t return. Adan is a nice guy. So he says:

“Do you want to go to a nightclub nearby?”

“I think I’ve had enough for today.”

” It’s up to you.”

I think it’s more than time to go home. I didn’t want my night to end like this. And only to think that all this is the fault of a particular dress on a specific body makes me even angrier at myself.

… Molly…

I wake up thirsty and look at the cell phone clock at three-thirty in the morning. I hate waking up in the middle of the night like this. It’s always hard to get back to sleep again.

After returning from the bathroom, I decided to go to the fridge to get a glass of water because I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without putting something in my stomach.

Since I know Chris won’t be back, for now, I go downstairs wearing only one pair of panties. Not a thong panty. I am not that sexy, at least not when Colin is not around.

But it is one of those slightly larger panties that looks like a shorty, a white t-shirt that Julie lent me, and socks on my feet.

As I walk down the stairs, I remember Chris sitting there earlier. I thought for a moment that he was looking at me differently when he saw us standing on the stairs.

I don’t know why I wanted that. Maybe if I knew that I could do to Chris a little of what he does to me, I could use that to my advantage when he comes around with his little jokes.

But I guess it was just me because he immediately tried to behave like the usual idiot and didn’t give a damn when Julie asked how we were doing.

…

There are several choices of juices and soft drinks in the refrigerator. I bend down to pick one.

Again I get that feeling that someone is watching me. On impulse, I turn to the living room, and Chris is, leaning over the counter that divides the living room from the kitchen, watching me with a very mischievous smile.

I want to disappear right now from such embarrassment.

…. Chris….

I knew I wanted to come home for some reason, but I didn’t know that fate had such a pleasant surprise for me.

As I walk in the door, I see someone in the kitchen with the fridge door open, looking for something.

I look good and can’t believe it’s Molly standing there wearing only a t-shirt and… Is that really what I see? Is she just wearing panties?

I look up and thank her.

I close the door slowly, so she doesn’t notice my presence and lean over the kitchen counter. This girl is hot. Even in stockings as she is now. She turns around as if on impulse, and I stand there watching her.

Then I noticed from her shirt that she was not wearing a bra.

Man, is that what I call pure luck, or is that just cruel to me!

This girl does things to my body that I’d not even mention. I’m glad she doesn’t know that. The problem is that the more I try to ignore it since the day I met her, the more I realize that I can’t control it how I want to.

She starts to turn red and tries to hide with her hands what is showing, which is a lot, as soon as she realizes that I keep looking at her almost transparent T-shirt.

I can’t help but smile. But damn, Molly looks embarrassed.

And she says:

” Julie said you wouldn’t get here until morning.”

I keep smiling because I can’t stop thinking how lucky and privileged I am to be able to see her like this. Then I say:

“I was lucky enough to arrive a little earlier than planned.”

I blink at her and look her up and down. When I look at her face again she remains red.