Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

What Are Friends For? EP6

She looked away, but not before I noticed she was blushing, which was definitely a first.

"Are you blushing?"

"No! I'm hot!" She removed her hat and wiped her forehead.

"Nah, just cute, remember?" I joked.

"Trust me, Justin, I know I'm not hot." She sounded irritable.

"Hey! I was kidding!"

"But Jen is, and for what it's worth? I never thought you'd be the kind of guy to go for just that."

"I like her for other reasons."

"Yeah, the two big ones hanging out of her shirt. You're different around her, Justin. When you're with me and Jim and the rest of our friends, you're you, and when you're with her, you're... a conceited jerk." "I am not!"

"Whatever." Sam stood up. "The point I was getting at was even though you're good-looking and popular, you're a sweet guy, and that's pretty rare at our age. That's the best part about you, and that's why you deserve better. Jen is just a shallow bitch."

"You're more than that and deserve more. Now, I've told you how I feel and you don't really care, but at least I said it. Hope you have fun tomorrow." She grabbed the bag and turned away from me, ending the conversation.

I thought about defending myself, but why bother? Once Sam dug in, nothing changed her mind. She'd made a good point about how I really cared about Jen, but I wasn't about to cancel tomorrow. By her own admission Sam hadn't been gung-ho over the guys she had been with. She was fine with it. Why shouldn't I be?

For the next half hour, we moved about the bushes and trees in silence except for the sounds of bottles and cans clinking together. I felt like an ass. Sam was helping me out and I had treated her like crap. Granted, she had been badgering me, but what else was new?

In my mind, I heard my mother's voice and one of her famous overused lines, 'If it bothers you, it's because the truth hurts.' Mentally telling my mother to shut up, I glanced up from the bushes, relieved to see we had almost reached the end of the small stand of trees that bordered one side of the playground.

"Hey," Sam called out, "looks like I earned that movie after all."

was treating for you helping," I told her, glad she had spoken and still wanting to keep up our movie

win the

watched her pick up a stick and poke at something in the

is it, something

not only pretty gross,

something landed at my feet. I looked down to see a condom, an obviously used

Why is it ironic? Because I'll need some for

it's just

myself to not raise my voice. "Why

Justin, and I can see what's

"Too bad you can't see what's right

*****

off while the Sox were getting their asses handed to them by the Blue Jays. It was only

asked where I was off to. Knowing I was going to hear about it, I told her Jen had asked me to clean up the other playground. Sam gave me a 'what a sap' look, but to my surprise offered to help. The park was pretty small. Because it was in the middle of a

on the porch and invited me in, but I told her I needed to go home and shower. Fact was, in addition to being hot and tired, Sam's older sister Brenda was there, and she rode me about Jen even harder than Sam did. In fact, since I'd been with

was to be going away. She asked for the hundredth time if I was comfortable with her being with Bill and I told her I

guy who seemed to go out of

half hour we were home together, Mom asked several times if I was seeing Jen. I was pretty sure she suspected I was glad she was going away for reasons other than her happiness.

I don't know what I was thinking when I married him. But you're not like him, and I'm sure Jen sees that and knows

do to get them out of the way, showered, and threw on a pair of

being awkward about it. Her words had put me in a better mood. Because of my father's bullshit, I had promised Mom that I would be better and hold to values he never had, but she had

over tomorrow anyway, but Mom giving me her blessing removed any feelings that I wasn't doing the

fun. Even Sam, the indifferent tomboy who didn't give a rat's ass what she looked like or

seeing how good a friend Sam was. I'd never once thought I was better than her or anyone

that remark today, that I

me. Grabbing it, I saw

to do on a Saturday night besides