in Pete’s bed I couldn’t help but think what a slut I was.
What a dirtly little slut. There was no better way to say it. How else would you explain a hot 18 year old girl in bed with a 25 year old obese nerd, still living with his parents.
I don’t want to be mean, Pete was always a good friend. But that was just it, a friend. I never would have said I was attracted to him – I still wouldn’t And trust me, I would not admit to this to anyone.
But something about the the quiet hum of his fan, laying next to him on his bed, just watching a movie on his laptop was relaxing.
Then he put his hand on my back and gently started rubbing it – completely friendly and platonic, it felt great. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sweet touch of a dear friend.
How was he supposed to know that massages are my weakness? I’m sure it started off innocent enough in his mind… or did it?