Forbidden Touch: A Best Friends To Lovers Romance

by Iona Rose

  “Yes please,” she said.

  As we danced, I wondered what Brooke would say if I told her what I wanted to do to her. Would she slap me or would her cheeks pink up with embarrassment? I knew Brooke well. As well as you can know another person. I knew her favorite foods, her hobbies, what kind of movies made her cry but what I didn’t know was anything sensual.

  I drew a blank where that was concerned but I so looked forward to discovering them. What were her sensitive spots, what made her turn to mush and more importantly, what would make her scream? I was in no rush. I had a week to convince her that the two of us were made for each other. We had all our lives together.

  The only trouble was that my cock had not gotten this message. Her nearness kept me hard all evening.

  Chapter Five

  Brooke

  I woke up feeling like I had two heads, both of which were throbbing. I should have known better than to down all those glasses of red wine. My instinct was to crawl back under the covers but my throat felt on fire and I desperately needed some water.

  I pushed away the covers and got up, feeling as if with every movement, I risked splitting my skull. I staggered out of the bedroom to the kitchen. I pulled the fridge door open and grabbed a bottle of water. I didn’t bother to use a glass and simply twisted the top open and gulped it down.

  The sound of a door opening broke the silence and Blaze appeared just as I drained the last of the water.

  “Morning,” Blaze said, sounding remarkably cheerful.

  “It’s not a very good morning, I feel horrible,” I told him.

  “Poor baby,” he said. “It’s expected though. You drank too much wine. I’ll grab you an aspirin.” He went to his bedroom and returned with a tablet which he handed to me.

  I had another bottle of water ready. I popped the pill into my mouth and washed it down with water.

  “You’ll feel better after a while. There’s a nice lounger on the balcony. Come and lie down and I’ll put a wet cloth on your forehead. That should ease the headache.”

  “Have I told you how much I love you?” I asked Blaze, as he took my hand and led me out to the balcony. The sun seemed a little too bright as we stepped out but it felt great on my skin. I lay down on the lounger and that’s when I realized I wore my night shirt with only panties and no bra. But the fact we were on a tropical island made it kind of okay. Besides, I didn’t want to stand up again to go and change. I was feeling shitty enough and just needed to close my eyes and bathe in the sun.

  “I’ll be back,” Blaze said.

  I listened to his footsteps fade away. If I stayed completely still, the pounding in my head eased somewhat.

  Blaze returned moments later. He pulled a chair next to me and placed a cold cloth on my forehead.

  I let out a sigh. “That feels so soothing.”

  “The treatment is just beginning,” Blaze said. “I want to put suntan lotion on your legs. Don’t want you to burn before the wedding.”

  My mouth went dry as I anticipated feeling Blaze’s hands on my thighs. My night shirt was decent enough. It covered my panties and came down midway to my thighs. I kept my eyes shut but my body was taut with nervousness. By the movements he was making, I knew Blaze was opening the lotion bottle and pouring some into his hands.

  When his hands finally touched my thighs, arousal sparked sharply, spreading to all of my body.

  I forgot to breathe as his hands made gentle circles at the top of my thighs. The feel of his hands on my skin awakened every one of my cells. As if by touching me, he was waking me up from a deep slumber. A groan formed in my mouth, so I bit down on my lip to keep it contained. It was bad enough how my hips were doing a little dance of their own.

  His hands nudged my thighs apart and moved away, ostensibly to pour more lotion. Then… his hands were back at it, stroking, massaging, and driving me insane.

  “This feels like a massage,” I said and gave a small laugh to disguise the lust I felt.

  “It is,” Blaze said. “You deserve it. You work too hard.”

  So did he, but at the moment my brain could not form the words to return the compliment. All I could think about was the growing ache in my pussy. My rational mind tried to invade it, but Blaze’s hands won the battle. I refused to think of the wet patch in my panties that Blaze would see if my nightshirt rode up my thighs.

  I needed some kind of friction, movement. In a pretext of shifting positions, I spread my thighs further, hoping his hands strayed to my desperate pussy. I imagined him pulling my panties to one side and dipping his fingers into my slippery pussy. I would groan as his thumbs rubbed over my sensitive clit. Juices would gush out of me, soaking my panties completely.

  Then Blaze would part my legs further and push my knees up. He would quickly kneel between my legs, and flick his tongue along my slit. With each lick, the ache in my pussy would ease.

  I would play with my nipples as he licked my pussy, rubbing the hard peaks between my forefingers and thumbs. Then he would push his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy and fuck me with it.

  “Are you asleep?”

  Blaze’s voice jerked me to the present. Oh. My. God. I couldn’t believe I had been day fantasizing about Blaze eating my pussy. And talk about being so wrong on so many levels. I wanted to cry. I hated myself for it. He thought I was asleep? Grateful for a way of avoiding him, I inhaled deeply then breathed out heavily and pretended to be asleep.

  He kissed me on the forehead, smoothed my hair away from my face, and tiptoed into the condo.

  What the fuck was wrong with me? What kind of desperate behavior was that?

  It hadn’t even been very long since I’d had sex, so I couldn’t even pretend it was the reason I had behaved like a nympho. How could I ever look Blaze in the eyes again?

  Tears prickled my eyes. So much for having a wild time in Hawaii. I wallowed in self-hatred for the next few minutes and then mercifully, I drifted off to sleep.

  When I woke up, it was to the sound of Blaze showering. My stomach rumbled with hunger but food wasn’t my priority right now.

  I needed to get out of the condo fast before he came out of the bathroom. I pulled off my nightshirt and panties then put on my bikini. I wrapped a sarong around my waist and hurried out, heading to the beach.

  Blaze was one of the groomsmen and I’d heard them talking about trying on their wedding outfits. When Blaze missed me, he would most likely leave a note for me. I couldn’t face him just yet, even though it was unlikely he had known how aroused I had been.

  I had made one stupid mistake by allowing Blaze to get close to me but it didn’t mean my vacation was ruined. I could still have my fun wild week. All I needed to do was to ensure I kept a physical distance from Blaze.

  He was dangerous. A man I could easily make a fool of myself in front of. I let out a groan. How had I resisted him all this time? New York. There were many distractions back home but here in Hawaii, it was just the two of us against a backdrop designed to encourage romantic thoughts.

  I felt better with each step I took. Things weren’t ruined between Blaze and me. We were still best friends. My secret was still safe with me. All I needed to do was get through the week without letting down my guard.

  Blaze was my friend. He could never be anything else. I said it like a mantra.

  Fresh tears filled my eyes. I was such a fool. I’d almost ruined a lifetime friendship… all because of allowing my lust to lead the way.

  Chapter Six

  Blaze

  I stood under the shower and allowed the water to rinse the soap studs away. Looking down, I saw that my dick was still painfully hard and jutting out of my body. Just remembering Brooke’s scent of arousal was enough to get my fantasies ablaze.

  I had been so tempted to massage her thighs all the way to the top and graze my fingers over her wet panties. Tease her pussy over the material. Alternate between soft rubs and hard quick rubs. Then rip off her panties, and eat her pussy like a starvin
g man.

  Which I was. I had almost done it too. If I had gone ahead and continued touching her sensually, I would’ve tasted her. But I knew it was too soon. She would have been angry at me and disappointed in herself. Brooke needed to get used to the idea of us being together.

  I had felt terrible for leaving her high and dry. I hadn’t missed the little moans escaping her mouth which she had quickly covered up with coughs. She was so hot and her body so responsive. I had to exercise all my powers of self-control while knowing she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

  My dick stayed so hard, there was no way I could leave the bathroom like this. I poured a dollop of shower gel into my hand and rubbed it all over my cock. I clamped my hand around it and softly pumped, all the while imagining it was Brooke’s slim hand holding it. Visions of her breasts bouncing as she worked on my cock filled my head. In my mind, I captured one fat nipple in my mouth and sucked it until she begged me to take her.

  Taut with need all morning, it didn’t take long before I ruptured with a loud grunt.

  I pumped my dick until every drop of come had been emptied out. It seemed like a shallow relief but it helped temporarily. I rinsed myself off one more time before leaving the shower.

  I padded into my bedroom just as my phone rang. I hurried to the bedside table and grabbed it. Jack’s name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer.

  “Hi bro, don’t forget the groomsmen are meeting in half an hour,” Jack said. His happiness came across the phone.

  That would be me if my plan worked. I had been a fool for so long by ignoring what had been brewing over the years between Brooke and me. I knew we would be happy together. We actually behaved like a couple. The only thing we did not do was to sleep together.

  I’d never told Brooke this but my last casual fling and the one before that, had broken up with me because of her. Each had accused me of cheating on them with Brooke.

  I never forgot the last words that the last girl threw at me. If you aren’t already, you want to.

  It was true. I couldn’t remember a time when I hadn’t thought about fucking Brooke. But our friendship had held me back. She was too precious to me to risk losing over a fuck. Now I was sure I wanted more from her, I felt ready to seduce her and get her in my bed. After conquering her body, the rest would follow easily.

  I finished the conversation with Jack after confirming I would be there, then hastily threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I needed to wake Brooke up from her long nap and give her something to eat.

  I’d gone down to the deli down the street and bought some sandwiches. Before my shower, I’d already eaten a couple of sandwiches and washed them down with coffee.

  Smiling at the thought of waking her up, I felt disappointed to find that Brooke wasn’t on the balcony. I looked down at the strip of beach and thought I saw her.

  I hurried out of the condo and took two stairs at a time as I headed to the ground floor. I kicked my sandals off and as I tucked them under a bush, I saw Brooke’s colorful sandals.

  I sprinted, enjoying the feel of warm sand under my feet. I saw her from a distance, walking leisurely and stopping every so often to pick up something from the beach.

  She didn’t see me until I was right in front of her.

  “Hi,” I said.

  A flush crept across her cheeks as our gazes met. “Hi.”

  “You disappeared on me,” I said in a joking tone. I wanted our relationship to return to normal.

  She grinned. “You were showering and I didn’t know how long you’d be. Who knew what you were doing in there?”

  I laughed, feeling relieved my Brooke was back. If only she knew how right she was. I couldn’t remember the last time I had jerked off in the bathroom. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Being around Brooke and wanting her every second of the day, constituted desperate times.

  She wore a lime green bikini top that pushed her full breasts together, and a small pink sarong, giving me a peek at her gorgeous thighs. When we were in high school, I felt sure that every teenage boy had jerked off to thoughts of Brooke’s breasts. They were big and firm and no bikini top was adequate to contain them.

  “We’re going to try on the wedding outfits, do you want to come?” I asked her, trying to keep my gaze from dropping to her gorgeous body.

  “No, I think I’ll take a pass. The beach is calling,” she said with a cheeky grin.

  We strolled back together. Brooke retrieved a towel she had hidden from view and arranged it on the sand.

  “I’ll bring you a sandwich and a drink before I go,” I told her.

  “Thanks!” she said.

  I went back into the condo, wrapped a sandwich in foil paper and poured coffee into a travel mug. I carried them back to where Brooke lay in the sand. She was on her back and I looked at her with regret, wishing I didn’t have to go anywhere. “There you go,” I said.

  She turned to me and smiled.

  My heart somersaulted in my chest.

  “Thanks. You’re the best.”

  When she smiled at me like this, I experienced a moment of doubt over my plans. Brooke trusted me. By planning to seduce her, I would be breaking that trust. I reminded myself that the end result justified the means. I couldn’t think of any other way of getting Brooke to move me from friend zone to boyfriend zone. I kissed her on the forehead and said goodbye.

  As I strolled to the resort where Jack, Amelia and their wedding party were staying, my mind alternated between guilt and conviction on what I intended.

  I found Jack, Mark and Caleb in his suite.

  They were relaxing on the balcony that looked out to the beach.

  “About time you got here,” Jack said.

  “Don’t blame him,” Caleb said. “If I had a hottie or a girlfriend like he does, I wouldn’t leave my room either.”

  I didn’t bother denying it because that was my intention.

  “Is Brooke with the ladies?” Jack said.

  “No, she wanted to relax by the beach,” I said and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler.

  We sat talking for a while and then reluctantly, entered the suite to try on our outfits for the day.

  Later, the other guys left for the bar, leaving me and Jack alone. “Hey, can I ask you something?” I said.

  “Sure,” Jack replied, leading me back to the balcony.

  We leaned over the rail and looked out at the people enjoying themselves on the beach.

  “How did you know or decide that you were ready for this?”

  Jack was my younger brother but when it came to love and relationships, he was definitely more experienced than I was. I’d never been into long term relationships. I disliked the drama that went with it.

  “It’s nothing specific that I can point at,” Jack said. “It just feels right with Amelia, you know?”

  I nodded. It had always felt like that with Brooke. Right. The final test would be when we made love. When I finally made her mine. But the preliminary test showed Brooke and I were sexually compatible.

  “Something tells me that you’re just about ready too,” Jack said. “Is it Brooke?”

  I laughed. “Not even close to ready. But yeah. It’s Brooke.”

  “She’s an awesome girl. Mom and I love her,” Jack said.

  “Yeah. I just have to convince her that we’re better as lovers than friends,” I said, surprising myself with the admission. Jack and I were guys and we rarely talked about deep emotional stuff.

  He clamped my shoulder. “You’ve got your work cut out for you,” he said with a chuckle. “Hard, but not impossible.”

  Chapter Seven

  Brooke

  “How long have you and Jack been friends?” Amelia asked me as we sat at the bar counter sipping on our after-dinner drinks.

  Everyone seemed to be having a good time, except me. This girl, I think her name was Terry, sat next to Blaze during dinner and they had talked nonstop. Now, they were dancing too close and I sat wi
th Jack, Amelia and their friends, and pretended not to care.

  The reality was that I shouldn’t have cared who Blaze danced with, or how he seemed to be having a good time, or how he and Terry were touching each other unnecessarily. A burning sensation filled my chest and then rose up into my throat.

  “Brooke, are you okay?” Amelia said.

  I sat up with a start and remembered she had asked me a question. I plastered a smile on my face. “We’ve known each other since forever,” I said in a breezy tone.

  “She started coming to our house when I was five years old,” Jack said and draped a loving arm around Amelia.

  They were so lucky to have each other. I wondered what it would feel like to have someone who loved me so much that he was ready to make a vow to love me for the rest of our lives.

  Blaze’s sexy face floated into my mind and I resolutely pushed it away. I sipped my wine and scanned the dance floor. A moment of panic came over me. I couldn’t see Jack and Terry. Where had they gone? Had they sneaked out for a make out session or even worse— for a quick fuck?

  It didn’t matter, I told myself. Blaze was my friend. He could have sex with whomever he wanted. It was none of my business. My heart seemed to be immune to the facts that my brain was spewing. It hurt to think of Blaze with another girl.

  I knew this was stupid and irrational and I shouldn’t feel that way. I needed something to numb the stupid emotions I was feeling. I downed my glass of wine and asked for another. One of Jack’s groomsmen asked me to dance and I said yes.

  “You look gorgeous tonight,” he shouted into my ear as we danced.

  I smiled in reply but did not respond. I hated men who talked on the dance floor where you could barely hear each other. I remembered his name was Caleb. He wasn’t turned off by my silence and he continued shouting into my ear.

  By the end of the song, I’d added miserable to the list of emotions I was feeling. We returned to the bar after our dance. Caleb got me another glass of wine which I proceeded to wash down in two gulps.