We move back into the living room where it’s less crowded. “Yes, there is. You can choose to make a choice. You can choose to be who you are, or someone different. That’s on you. Don’t say it’s not because you know I’m right.”
Macy rolls her eyes, she looks concerned and I want to laugh at her when she tries really hard to look rigid and mean. “You need to take your own advice there, buddy.” She cracks and then smiles. “Would it be totally inappropriate if I sent him a text that says I miss his penis?”
“Probably. But that’s pretty classy. I want someone to send me a text saying they miss my penis.”
Macy takes her phone in her hand and types out a message. “Done.”
Picking my phone up, I look at the text I just got. I miss your penis.
“You’ve never seen my penis.”
“How do you know?”
“Have you?” I’m shocked we haven’t talked about this. I saw her naked once. I thought it was Madison. And they look different naked so I clearly figured that one out rather quickly.
“No. I’m teasing. I’ve never seen your penis.”
I wink. “Do you want to?”
“Cash!”
I hold up my palms. “I’m teasing!”
“Yeah, sure you are.”
“Mostly, I was.” I wink again. She knows I’m just fucking with her but at this point, I’m drunk enough I would probably have shown her. I’m not really shy about that kind of thing.
We stand against the wall when a song by P!nk comes on and Macy starts singing along to it. She has an amazing voice. Not only can she cook some of the best food I’ve ever tasted, her singing talent alone could give her a life she only dreamed of.
“You should get on that America’s Got Talent or American Idol… whatever that shit is called.”
She waves me off dismissively finishing her beer and setting the bottle down on the counter behind her.
“You need to, Macy. You have the talent.”
She stares at me pointing her finger in my face. “Cash… drop it.”
I do only because I don’t want to piss her off tonight. Maybe tomorrow but tonight I want her to have fun. She deserves that much.
Macy and I take to dancing when “Blurred Lines” comes on.
“I love this song!” She squeals in my ear, pushing me toward the fireplace where there’s less people around.
I’m safe for her to dance with. She knows I’m not going to push anything or grab her inappropriately. But I am drunk so my hands wander. A little.
When they fall on her ass, she doesn’t do anything to stop me. Instead, she turns around and presses her back into my chest looking over her shoulder at me. The way her body feels against mine reminds me of Madison, only Macy’s hair is shorter and lighter.
My problem is she’s fucking working her ass against my dick and I’m not gonna lie here, you grind against a guy long enough and they’ll get hard.
And that was happening. With probably my best friend these days.
Not cool.
I step back and create a little distance between us but I don’t let go of her hips. I know when I do, guys will be all over her. She’s not looking at me but then she moves her ass closer again and works it. And I do mean works it. She fucking had her hips grinding like she was trying to get me to come. I probably could have, had I been closer. I felt instantly sick to my stomach. It was wrong that I actually thought about it, but fuck, she put those thoughts there when she asked me if I ever thought about it.
Now what the hell is she doing?
Testing me?
It confuses me, makes me wonder what she’s thinking so I lean in. “Stop, Macy. You’re making me hard.”
Her cheeks flush and she swallows, eyes fluttering closed like she’s embarrassed. “Sorry.”
“I’m not trying to be a dick. Just… I’m drunk.” I whisper in her ear and then brush my lips over her cheek. “You keep that shit up and I’ll do something stupid.”
You know what? She kept it up.
Macy smiles, too seductive for her own good. She doesn’t know bad, but she tries. She’ll never be bad. It’s actually kind of cute in a Macy way.
My eyes drop to her hips when the song changes to a slower beat but one with a lot of bass. I recognize the song but can’t place it. Macy turns throwing her arms around my neck. “I’m so drunk.”
That’s obvious. She is. She’s so fucking tossed but so am I. We both laugh and start dancing again. This time one of my legs is between hers. She starts grinding on it like she wants me to pursue this. Every few beats, she brushes against my dick and it’s only a minute into the song and I feel myself growing hard. Another minute and I’m straining against my jeans. She’s wearing this tiny little skirt and I know, based on the fact that there’s only thin fabric separating her from me, she feels my dick. I hate that it feels good every time she pushes against me. I hate it because this isn’t right and I’m no different from Landon if I allow this.