Megan and her more-than-a-friend

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Megan knew her strictly platonic friend Felix may secretly long for her.  She smiled contently as she kept that little inkling tucked away.  He exuded confidence, perhaps too much.  He was fit, sculpted and collected glances as he entered a room.  His bad boy image was not something Megan was interested in, but all the while his pure hotness kept her curious.  Time passed, and flirtation was sprinkled about over communication but always friendly and never too bold.  It left a door open perhaps, for those brave enough to enter.

One day when the air was right, and there was simply nothing to lose, he made his move to show her just what he really had wanted all along.  They were in a crowded place, and he grabbed her hand.  She swallowed hard and her breath stopped for a moment.  The warmth and purpose of his grip sent her thoughts racing.  There was a blatant sincerity she had never witnessed before in his eyes, as he ensured she was alright within the raucous scene.  The evening wore on, and she knew that they would both make the leap and cross the line tonight.  Even after all this time, somehow and someway this evening felt right for making the plunge and exploring each other in a whole new realm.

When they parted from the group, they could not get home fast enough.  They voraciously pulled each others clothes off, with feverish kisses and breath too deep to ignore.  Somewhat rabid, wild, brutal and animalistic, they imbibed one another and rocked each other into another galaxy.  There was no sign of gentle passion, tenderness, gazes into each other's eyes or a deep understanding of anything.  It was the satisfaction of a long standing curiosity and desire, being fed recklessly on this warm evening.  They knew that there was no mutual love or real hope for anything between them, it was simply something they both wanted at this moment and perhaps all along.  After it was done, they craved it again when they awoke, this time even more barbarous and wanton than the first.  It was almost too rough, but they gritted their teeth and tore into each other once more.

Once they had it, there would be a few more times that they would boldly attack one another but the lack of emotion between them allowed it to simply be.  Never more or never less.  Megan felt mostly content, with a pang of guilt about their exchanges.   But in the end, he was just a friend.