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Friends (with benefits)

“Hang on… hang on, I’m coming…” I said cinching the towel around my waist, water dripping on the carpet.

The knocking was incessant. This had better be an emergency.

“What is it?” I asked, swinging the door open in annoyance, ready to punch whatever insurance salesman it was that thought it necessary to interrupt my shower. I immediately realized that the person on the other side of my threshold wasn’t trying to sell me insurance at all.

“Look,” I said abruptly, looking down into the face of the teenage girl “I’ve already bought cookies this year. Check again next year.” Then I started to close the door.

She pushed against the door. “No. Wait. I’m not selling cookies…” she looked up at me with eyes that were as big as eyes could get without looking freakish. “Tim, I… I… need your help….”

This plea, along with something about the way her body moved as she brushed the dyed blue hair out of her eyes gave me a flash of awareness. “Jeez, Jamie… Again?”

“You’re the only one I trust.” she said looking down at the floor, biting her lower lip, and then glancing back up at me with lust in her eyes. I opened the door fully to let her into the apartment.

“Where the hell were you today? At school?” I tried to keep my contempt level high so I wouldn’t succumb to her advances. It wasn’t working.

She chuckled. “I see what you’re thinking. No. I stayed home and watched anime today.” She ran a finger up and down my chest. She knew exactly how to manipulate me.

“Well, this is a first.” I swatted her hands away from my body.

“It is what it is… and what it is…” she stretched her arms above her head thrusting her developing, but nice sized chest out–nipples poking through the oversized cotton t-shirt, “is… interesting… don’t you think?”

This was too easy. Always too easy. I sighed, looking away. “Look, I can’t. Not this time.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have a date in an hour.”

“It’ll be a quickie.” she countered. “Or I can wait here until you get back.”

“You’re way too young.”

“No I’m not.” she looked down and chuckled again. “Okay, I am. But I’m not.”

Oh god, I wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Like I said…” she placed the palm of her tiny, warm hand on my stomach. “I…” her fingertips burrowed underneath the terrycloth towel. “…need…” she thrust her hand all the way down to where flesh met flesh. “you…”

I never did.

—–

40 minutes later:

Jamie and I laid in the bed in awkward silence, trying to avoid eye contact with each other.

“I’ve got to get going. I’m going to be late as it is…” I said, rising up out of the bed, quickly gathering clothes to wear.

“Hey man…” Jamie cleared his throat as his voice cracked a bit before settling into a lower range, “…I really appreciate…”

“Don’t mention it…” I pulled on my boxers and socks. “…seriously… don’t mention it. To anyone. Ever.”

“Yeah. This whole situation is a little strange, huh.”

“What’s strange is you getting seriously turned on by a cartoon character. That’s strange. Crystal was right, you need to learn some self control.”

Jamie became indignant, “Oh, so you’re lecturing me about self control? She didn’t have any problems turning you on, now did she?”

I wasn’t going to win this argument either, so I changed the subject.

“Have you spoken with Crystal lately?”

“Why would I want to talk to her?” he said angrily.

“I don’t know. To apologize?”

“Why? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“So it’s more important to you to be right than to end up on my doorstep every few days as whatever random chick you get a hard on for? More important than needing to be fucked back to normal each time?”

“Damn straight. She’s the one who should be apologizing for placing that curse on me.”

I sighed in defeat. No one ever won an argument against Jamie, no matter what.

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