Just A Friend
I've been fantasizing about this guy I know for a while.
You invite me over to watch a movie. Unlike all my other friends, you actually enjoy sitting and watching and discussing them with me. But from time to time, I've noticed your hand inching closer to mine, or your eyes resting on my breasts when you think I'm not looking. But you’ve never made a move. I can tell that you're nervous. We've established a fragile friendship at best and neither of us want to ruin it. You can f...