Well, here I sit, alone, in the house where I'm dog-sitting, chubby in more ways than one, with the puppies looking at me like, "Dude, you were going out, why are you back? Shouldn't you be out doing something?" And they're right. She was beautiful; the kind that people right fucking songs about. The alabaster skin with dark green sweeping tattoos up and down her arms and playing with the curves of her back, hair tied back to reveal the strong shoulders, long neck, and sweeping curvatures of her spine visible through the scissored t-shirt. She was ready, she wanted sex, fun, free, and unattached and it was all I could do to resist her. She was a karaoke junkie, for Christ's sake, she pressed warmly and smelling all womanly, breathlessly singing "Wicked" in my ear. Hot. I mean REALLY really hot, the kind that makes you growl as you try not to bite her in public, kind of hot. "To be honest, I just want to go down on someone and then ride them until I can't anymore." Did she need to be more specific Aaron!? Hell, you were next-door to a goth/sex club that she has a membership to get you both into, did you not think to just go next-door and make an evening out of it?
But she is also a good friend and drunk...fuck. I want to, GAWD i want to... but I can't. I can't risk her waking up the next morning and asking herself what the hell she just did... or worse, why. I can't risk being the mistake, I don't want to be a mistake, I want to be a great night that doesn't make her want to never see e again.
Is that really it Aaron, or are you just afraid? Let's be honest, you're not getting any younger or hotter. Did you just miss the best chance you've ever had with one of the hottest women you know, who is not repressed in her sexual nature and wouldn't hold a quick romp against you? Did you just guarantee akward interactions later anyway, without at least enjoying the fun first? Were you just scared that she'd find you too vanilla? Where you scared that she wants someone to be dominant and playful at the same time? Were you afraid you couldn't handle her? Were you really just being the good guy, or were you being a fucking coward? Did you fear it so much that you tried to ensure whiskey-dick by ordering extra shots or were you trying to fill yourself with liquid courage? If you're really the good guy, why did you get so close when singing along to the musical numbers? Why didn't you turn your hips away? Was it because you're her friend, because you wanted it, or because you couldn't resist, or because it was a safe middle ground? Was she drunk and honest, or drunk and desperate? Were you just the best that was available right then? Was it just the fact that you felt gross from work that stopped you? Why didn't you offer shower sex? You shower, she falls asleep in bed, and you still get to be the good guy. Win-Win.
Basically, WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?