“Are you crazy?! I will never have a hard on for you! You’re my BFF!”
When I saw the look she gave me, I lost all confidence. Julie had been my BFF for two years, ever since I had met her in the company I was working in. She was a very discrete and sensible employee, always dressed in a classy fashion. OK, maybe I had fantasised on her once or twice whilst jerking off, but she really was not my type: lovely little curvy redhead, when I prefer them tall, skinny and dark-haired… She was quite cute, and really funny, but I was thinking of her like a sister.
Julie and I were back from a night out with friends in a bar in Oberkampf, and she had offered to spend the night at her place, as I was living well outside Paris at the time. I had stayed with her numerous times without anything “strange” happening… I can’t remember how the discussion had begun. I think I had started to talk about Franck’s new girlfriend, with whom I had spent the night talking – right, OK, flirting. Quite a stunner! Back at the apartment, Julie made fun of me, mimicking me gawking at the girl. We then spoke about my type of girls, and she talked about her type of guys – which I clearly wasn’t. She then told me, with a mischievous look, as we were sprawling on the couch: