It doesn't change."Kelley's dimple became indented more than usual as she pondered my analogy. She edged her body against me. I felt her breasts touch...my chest, and her lips were not two inches from mine. "Admit it, Sammy. We're just alike. You know the score. When we see something we want, we take it. I'm not asking you to marry me. You can keep your number thirty, too. I'm already engaged. Finish me, Sammy. You'll like the ending."I must admit that I was tempted. Her thighs were doing wonders. Then there were his incessant sexual innuendoes and lately, he had started using any excuse to touch me. Brushing against my breasts as he walked past me, standing behind me in the office kitchen, with his hard cock pressing into my ass. Although I hated the guy, I had to admit, deep down, that the physical contact felt good. It had been ages since I had been fucked and the thought of a nice hard juicy cock was appealing; even if it was attached to Robinson. The train gently rocked and I could. Your best mate, or former one at that, just seemed ... still a bit surreal. Odd. Off. At least without you there to give your blessing, at any rate. That’s something that still seems ... a bit improbable at this phase, unless I’ve greatly misread the signals,” Gwen told me candidly while lighting a fag.“Well, you know, it’s kind of difficult to be mates with someone in whom I once confided about marital spats and issues with my wife, only to find that he had been bedding the selfsame wife while. Of course I didn't really care, but I couldn't help the curiosity every once in a while.It was late in the afternoon when I came home from basketball practice. It seemed like no one was home. Our parents weren't supposed to be home for a few more hours anyway. I went up to my room for my phone charger and noticed that it was missing. Amy always borrows it so I figured it was probably in her room. I opened the door to her room without a second thought and stepped inside. Time felt like it froze.