Chapter 5 Just Friends

Bethany

He wasn't her type at all, his long blond hair always in his face and his body nothing more than bones, but he was safe. She wouldn't be falling in love with him anytime soon, and he wouldn't be falling for her either. Nothing more than a good friendship existed between them, and yet she was ready for something more physical in her life. Jake seemed the perfect candidate. Surely he wanted sex, and friends with benefits seemed fitting.

"Don't you look lovely?" Marcus, a dark-skinned marketing major, reached out and tugged on Bethany's ponytail, his smile wide and welcoming.

"Well, thank you, sir. You don't look too shabby yourself." She reached out and patted his stomach with the back of her hand. His firm abs tightened under her touch. "Dang. You've been working out."

"Swimming actually. Did you know they opened the natatorium at the school finally?"

"I've heard that, but I haven't been over there."

"Too busy making valedictorian?" He laughed, and she shook her head as Jake moved up beside her.

She reached over and wrapped an arm around Jake's lower back, the tall skinny guy towering over her by a foot.

"I wish. I'm just trying to get enough in grant money to get through my MBA degree."

"You'll do great. You always do," Jake said, looking down as he wrapped an arm around the back of Bethany's shoulders.

Marcus pointed at both of them, an eyebrow lifting.

"You two finally get together?"

"No, we're just good friends. She's way out of my league." Jake laughed and released Bethany, much to her dismay. "You guys want a drink?"

"Naw ... I'm trying out for the soccer team on Saturday. They do drug testing." Marcus held up his hands, shaking his head.

"Alcohol isn't a drug." Jake laughed and looked to Bethany, who almost corrected him but decided against it. "Beth?"

"Yeah, I'll take a beer and a shot please."

"Getting the party started, I see." Jake laughed and walked off, Bethany's gaze following him. Nothing about his physique turned her on, his lithe figure the opposite of her desires.

Strong muscles and thick arms and legs were at the center of her daydreams, but with those things, it seemed, came an asshole attitude and demanding persona, neither of which she'd be willing to deal with.

"Just friends, huh?" Marcus's question brought her back to the present.

"Me and Jake? Oh yeah. School will be over next year for us both, and we haven't really been anything but friends."

"Yeah, but I see the way you watch him." Marcus smirked.

Bethany turned to see Jake in the kitchen, laughing and cutting up with a few friends as he poured drinks. He was cute but not handsome. Kind but not sexy or masculine at all. She could settle for someone like him, but it seemed like such a waste to do so.

"He's a great guy. Who knows what will happen." She looked back to Marcus and shrugged.

The night pulled in across the sky, her friends filling up the house and the yard in front of the apartments. Other groups of students had joined the festivities, the music nothing more than a low hum as everyone gathered in small huddles and talked about the excitement of graduation.

Bethany walked back into the house, a light sweat covering her skin from the alcohol she'd enjoyed. She sat her empty beer bottle down on the kitchen table and walked toward the kitchen. Jake was standing with his back to her as he fiddled with something.

She pressed herself to his back, sliding her hands around his waist and up to his chest; his muscles were nonexistent, and yet the warmth of another human seemed fitting. She pressed her lips to his T-shirt as he turned a little, looking over his shoulder at her.

"You've had too much to drink, silly girl?"

"Mmmhmmm," she mumbled and bit at his T-shirt, pulling back and letting it pop from her teeth.

He turned in her grasp and put his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as he smiled down at her. "You should be careful. Some boy will be looking to take advantage of your current state."

"Like you?" She laughed, reaching up and pulling his head toward her as she pressed her lips to his, the fire in her blood from the liquor beckoning her to push him past his sense of comfort.

He pulled back slowly, the kiss being broken far too quickly for her. He laughed awkwardly and put his hands on her shoulders, turning them and backing up a step.

"You know I would never take advantage of you." He smirked and moved back to finish filling up a small bowl of chips. She leaned against the counter and reached in front of him.

"And why not? What if I wanted you to take advantage of me? Take me in my bedroom and strip me naked before-"

He cut her off, his eyes wide, his face flushed.

"Bethany. You're drunk. Stop talking like that before someone hears you."

She laughed, looking over her shoulder and yelling. "I'm drunk and want to get laid. Who's with me?"

The sound of different voices yelling in agreement caused her to laugh, but her smile fell as she looked back toward Jake. The pensive stare on his face sobered her quickly. He wasn't interested, nor was he approving of her actions.

"This isn't you. It's the liquor. Go take a shower, and I'll shut down the party and lock up in just a bit."

Heat burned her cheeks at his rejection. She wasn't his type, or perhaps he thought she was too far out of his league. She leaned toward him as anger bit at her, her hand siding down his chest to cup his crotch. His arousal told her that it must have been the latter. He jerked back away from her touch, and she shrugged.

"Yep. I guess the liquor got you too."

She moved down the hall, pulling her dress over her head and walking languidly toward the shower, her small pink panties matching her bra perfectly. Too bad no one was interested in seeing it-least of all her good friend.