My Best Friends Guy - (18+)

Chapter 4: Lay-Ins and Brownie Mix

The sun seemed to beam through my slightly parted bedroom curtains and land straight on my face. It was warm, but it was enough to pull me from my slumber. I was so relieved to see the weekend, and I was admittedly excited about mine and Brianna's girlie sleepover tonight. It was the first thing I thought of as I opened my eyes slowly and stretch away my relaxed, stiff joints. I rolled over onto my stomach and lent for my mobile. 

'9:21 am.'

I was glad I had not wasted my whole morning. I unlocked my phone and switched to i********:. Bri's face popped up at the top of my newsfeed, alongside Cade and he's beaming smile. 

'Imagine getting to wake up next to THAT every morning!' He seemed so happy! It looked as though they had managed to fit in their date a night earlier than originally planned, and had gone out for dinner last night. Bri looked gorgeous, as she always did, in a little low-cut black figure-fitting dress and heals, and Cade looked to be in tight black jeans and a short-sleeve white collarless shirt. The shirt hugged all his round muscles across his arms and chest, and his hair was all messy, but still seemed to be styled. I am certain, if he ever wanted to stop his pursuit of a career in American football, then he would at least have modelling to fall back on! I lay in bed for a while longer, looking at the two of them, and watching Brianna's story of them out and about yesterday evening. Seemed he took her to a fairly nice restaurant and then bowling! I had a sneaking suspicion that Brianna would have hated the bowling, but put on a smile anyway so she didn't ruin the evening; I would hear all about that later, I'm sure!

I dragged myself up out of my very dishevelled bed, and pondered how to fill my morning. I wandered to the bathroom and took a long shower, hoping to wash away my groggy sleep. Maybe it was the heat of the shower, or the last 10 minutes looking at pictures of Cade, but my mind wandered to him again. His face. His smile. His muscles! God, the muscles! My one weakness! Just imagining him topless had me almost panting. Thinking of his strong hands as he caught the football at his try-outs last week placed images of them on my hips. I closed my eyes and let my imagination take over. 

'Can I join you?' 

I’m stood in the shower under the warm water as Cade's face appears from behind the curtain.

'Oh, Cade! What are you doing in here?'

'You know me! Always wanting to save water!'

He gets in and stands close to me. The warm water from the showerhead above turned cold as I felt his body heat so close to me. His eyes roaming my naked body as I stand there staring back up at him.

'You look so good, Claire.' His voice was low and husky. It had my stomach tightening.

'You’re not too bad yourself, stud!' I reached out my hands and placed them on his strong chest, and they slowly fell lower, trembling over his chiselled abs, until my fingers were low enough to take him in my hands. He let out a breathy moan as his hands came up to capture my cheeks, and his lips finally smashed to mine. The panic and raw need were evident in our kiss. The hunger to taste each other had my tastebuds salivating, and as my hands slowly began to massage his long, girthy splendour. his mouth travelled to my neck, and my moans rose in volume with the steam from the water.

'Cade. Take me!' I begged him as I moved my hands up to parade through his now damp hair. He groaned and lifted me against him, his hands gripping the back of my thighs. He smashed my back against the tiles behind me, and his throbbing head danced at the entrance to my core. 

'Claire.....'

"Claire!.... CLAIRE!"

'What the fuck...?'

"Claire! You're using all the hot water!" My mother's voice came through the bathroom door, and I was sure if I didn't get out now, so would her fist! Her banging echoing around me. The water I was stood under had started to turn a chill, and I realised I was stood there with my hands between my thighs. 

"Sorry! I'm done!" I shouted, and her protesting finally ceased as I quickly shut off the water and pulled back the curtain. I grabbed my fluffy towel that was draped over the toilet seat and wrapped it around myself like a burrito! When I finally emerged from the bathroom, my mother was in the hallway dealing with some laundry.

"What the hell were you doing in there? Swimming?" 

"Sorry, mum. I obviously got caught up with something."

'Or someone.'

"Well, in future, could you just pay a little more attention to what you are doing. You’re not the only one that needs to use the bathroom!" I shuffled past her towards my room and disappeared out of sight.

'Girl, you need to get some, and fast!' Of course, my subconscious was right! Cade and his bulging frame were distracting me for almost everything! And what made me think that he would even be interested in someone like me? He has Brianna for god sake! Why would he even be thinking about me the same way I seemed to be thinking about him. He was way out of my league, and if I could just get control over my raging teenage hormones, I wouldn't be having these problems!

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I spent some time that morning packing my overnight bag and getting changed. I decided to pull on a pair of light blue jeans, and a small yellow milk-maid top, hoping to enjoy the sunshine outside later. I blow-dried my black hair and tamed it down. I loved having it long, it meant I could do so much with it, but it spent a lot of time scrapped up in ponytails or buns, and I never really wore it down. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help the disappointment as I looked at myself. I wasn't anything special, well, not that I thought anyway. I grabbed my makeup bag, and added a few finishing touches to my look. 

'Just a little eyeliner. Some blush. Ohh some mascara' Makeup usually wasn't my thing, and I couldn't quite understand why I was doing this today? Why was I comparing myself to Brianna? I never have in the past!

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"Mum! Where is the cocoa powder?"

"Uggh, at the back of the spices cupboard. I think!" My mother's voice drifted into the kitchen from somewhere in the house.

'Why is it in there?'....Ah, there you are!' I was just finishing up gathering the stuff I would need for the brownie mix to take over to Bri's, when Rick walked in from the backyard.

"Hey, love! You nearly all set?" He stood there in the doorway with his gardening gloves in, wearing denim shorts and a grey t-shirt. 

"I think so!"

"Did you want a ride?" Rick's car was lush! A Polestar 1. He obviously never let me drive it, but god, did I want too!

"Ohhh, no. I think I might like the walk over there. It isn't too far anyway!" I placed all the ingredients into my bag, and cleared the worktop of all my stuff.

"What time do you think you'll be back tomorrow?"

"Pfff, how long is a piece of string? I'll text mum and let her know."

"Ok, cool! Have a good time!"

"Will do!" I headed for the front door and pulled on my white pumps.

"BYE MUM!" I yelled to her, and headed out the door into the fading sunshine.

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The walk to Brianna's was actually fairly nice! She lived in a beautiful neighbourhood, and the lucky cow lived in a huge house! It looked like an old gothic colonial house, with white sash windows and two thick columns outside the front. It was all gated, and the drive swept in from one side, and curved around to the other, kinda like a semi-circle. We had made some great memories here when we were young, and I think she still had our old treehouse in the back garden. All the houses in this estate were all the same, and it had such a lovely feel to it. 

Her parents were very well-to-do. Her dad was some high-flying businessman, while her mum was a housewife. Bri had a little sister, Katie, who I thought was adorable, but Bri always seemed to usher her away when I came over to visit. Katie was a dinky little thing, with blonde hair like Brianna. She was naturally very polite and sweet, and she was always smiling, well, most of the time. No child is a saint!

When I reached the large front door, I banged loudly with the huge knocker. When the door opened, I was greeted by Sara, Brianna's mum.

"Hello, sweetheart! Come in, come in!"

"Hi, Mrs Jones!" I stepped into their huge lobby and looked around. I could never get tired of the grandeur of this place, and it made one hell of a party pad!

"Brianna is up in her room if you want to go up." I turned and smiled at her as she closed the door.

"Thank you. Can I ask if you would mind putting this in the kitchen? I brought over some stuff to make brownies later." She smiled and took the bag from me.

"Of course, sweetie. But, you know we probably have all these ingredients anyway?" 

"I know, but I hate to assume!"

"Nonsense! You are always welcome to it." 

"Well, thank you! I'll head up to Bri's room and take my bag up there. See you later!" I dawdled up the stairs to my right and dragged my hand up the metal bannister as I ascended. The stairs were on both sides of the room and circled in to meet in the middle on the top floor, just the same way as all the Hollywood films portray like in 'Bruce Almighty' when he's at that house party. It is so light in this place. Cream walls with gorgeous white coving and decor. It had so much character and charm, and I always felt right at home here.

I finally reached Bri's bedroom door and knocked.

"Miss Jones, I have a strange lady here wanting to speak with you?" I tried to pull my best 'pompous butler' impression possible!

"Oh, Jeeves! Give her some money and send her away! She's a nuisance!" I smiled as Brianna posh lady accent came from within the room. I opened the door and poked my head around to see her lying out in front of her laptop on her bed.

"But miss, she said she has brownies!" Bri's eyes darted to meet mine, and she smiled the same warm smile she always seemed to give me when it was just me and her.

"Well then! Let her in!"