Friend Zone

Lance growled as he looked at another text from one of his best 'friends' without benefits.

She was trying in tops and kept sending him hot ass pics of her self

He didn't understand why either. He was tall dark and handsome. He had a chiseled super man look. Strong chin, cool blue eyes and Raven black hair. He had a lithe muscular figure that swimming and lifting kept well honed. He was just under 6'3 and doing well.

He just could not seem to get her to notice him, or get her to recognize how badly she turned him on!

He shoved his phone back in his pocket then proceeded to vent his frustrations out on the weights he was lifting. Ignoring the next few texts that were likely more arousing then the first. Either she was oblivious or she was a devious mastermind of blue ball bestowing

Ashley smiled as she saw the "read" receipt come up under her photo message to Lance. Given his lack of response she imagined he was either frustrated or at the gym they frequented together.

She sat with her legs crossed on the bench in a Nordstrom's dressing room. For the life of her she couldn't understand why she enjoyed riling her friend up so much, but she couldn't help it. His moment-too-long stares at her DD chest were not lost on her. She particularly enjoyed when they worked out together. Squats had turned into a sort of game for her, especially when he spotted her while she was lifting. The mirror in front of them always showed the way he looked at her body. She loved it.

She stood from the bench and proceed to take off the low cut blouse she had just photographed and replaced it with another. This one was collared, a perfect match for the black pencil skirt and leopard print Louboutins. She left the top buttons undone and dug into her bra to lift the girls up perfectly.

She posed in front of the mirror again and snapped a picture from the side with a hand on her hip. She loved the lines that particular angle of her body drew. She was athletic and curvy. Her auburn hair fell in long tendrils down her back and rested below her bra line. Most men and women found her incredibly intimidating and she knew it. She used that to her advantage.

Ashley sat back down and texted Lance with one hand whilst unbuttoning her blouse with the other.

"What about this one? Do you think it fits okay? What are you getting into tonight anyway? I have to go back into work, you can help me with my fashion struggle later " she texted.

She pulled her hair back and up, pushed her glasses back into place, and headed back to the office to finish up the day.

After another 20 minutes of breaking a good sweat and flexing the blood away from his groin.

He grabbed his phone and opened the text. There she was, turned aside, snug blouse, turned sideways luscious breasts billowing out. He subconsciously grabbed his groin

'I like it all. You always look good and you know it. Plus that tip really accentuates your curves' he responded to her as he shook his head. God she was amazing.

Then he sent another

'Not doing much. Prolly going to hit the bar for an hour or two then call it a night. Maybe I'll see you there?'

Then e sent it. He hoped he might see her there he was stuck in the friend zone, but he loved to see her dressed up and flirty at the bar, he'll he practically lives for it.


Then sweat trickling and muscles flexing, he worked his frustrations out through the iron for another 45 min before showering up and heading home for a bite

She felt her phone buzz in her purse while she typed away at her desk. She waited a few minutes before checking, sure it was Lance.

"I like it all. You always look good and you know it. Plus that top really accentuates your curves'" the text read, this made her smile. The second text made her cringe a little and she put her thumbs to work in response.

"You know I HATE when you use "prolly", what're you,12?! I still have an hour or so to put in, but lets meet up at the bar after work. I could use a glass of wine and frankly, I am feeling a little frisky. I could use my best wing-man tonight."

Ashley worked downtown in a bustling city littered with offices and high-end restaurants and bars. She watched the day turn into evening out of a window near her desk and decided to call it a night. She checked her red lipstick in the mirror and let her hair down. "Yes," she thought to herself, "tonight should be fun."

She was looking forward to seeing Lance, he was truly her favorite person at the moment. At least he was different than the other men that fervently threw themselves at her. While he was clearly interested, he was a perfect gentleman about it. She knew she turned him on from time to time, but until he decided he was ready, she was content knowing that he went to bed alone with her name on his lips whenever he came.

Plus, it was nice to just have someone to talk to without worry of ulterior motives.

He chuckled at her rebuke when he caught her text on his way home. It was true. He was 12, just in all the wrong ways it seemed. He caught the little date, but the found himself
Cursing when "wingman" popped up on the screen

But it was better than nothing right? He told himself as he pulled up
To the street parking in front of the building. The streets were crowded and bustling, but paying for a parking spot had been one of the best decisions
He had made when he considered how's change liked having a car. Hell, that night he would
Likely be giving Ashley a ride home. Maybe she's need help getting into bed, that's when he got the best views. Once, as she had been practically passed out l, he had felt her up. It had been worth it

He could still feel the way her flesh yielded to his strong grip, the perfect balance of firmness and softness.


He got home and started throwing a quick dinner together

"Sure thing. Then you can go over your latest fashion foopah" he responded with a grin.

Then he put his phone down, ate a quick dinner in his tiny studio apartment. He showered up, threw on a snug t shirt that outlined his tall sculpted physique and a pair of shorts.


Off to the bar! And another shot from inside
The friend zone!

Ashley decided to stop by her apartment before she headed to the bar. While she wanted to turn heads tonight, she wanted to do so comfortably and a skirt suit and 4" heels just weren't going to cut it for the mood she was in.

She threw open her apartment door and and pulled off her heels as she walked to her bedroom, a trail of the rest of her clothing following her. She hated the mess, but she hated being late even more. She grabbed a black dress and pulled it on over her naked body. The dress hugged every curve and revealed almost too much of all the right places. She took a moment to check herself out in the mirror and furrowed her brow. The dress was a bit too short for a 30-year-old, but she decided she could pull it off. Besides, she was on a mission. Drunk. Sex. It didn't even have to be in that order. She tousled her hair, kissed her reflection, slipped on some flats (because anyone who tells you they an dance in heels is a liar, or a terrible dancer) and walked out the door.

She opened the heavy door of the dive bar they frequented and saw Lance sitting in their usual spot at the bar. The stool next to him was empty, but waiting for her was a glass of what she presumed was pinot noir. She smiled at his thoughtfulness and took a deep breath. Game on.

"Lance!" She squealed from the doorway. Half the bar turned around, but she didn't care--she loved the attention.

he stood to greet her and she hopped up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her entire body firmly against him and when she felt him tense up, she snuggled her face into his neck. After a brief moment, she whispered in his ear, "Relax." Her words were like velvet against his ear.

She lowered her self onto the floor and stared into his eyes deviously, "So, bestie," she emphasized the ridiculous word just to add a little insult to injury, and while she was always so serious with everyone else, she felt at ease and able to laugh around him, "who should my first victim be? Or should I loosen up with a glass of wine first?"

He turned at the call of his name from the door.

The auburn goddess came bouncing into the room in a dress that made every jiggly bounce look even better than you could imagine

Soon she had her arms around his neck, pulling him close. His hard muscles met her soft curves in an embrace that had him very capable of imaging there were no clothes

Then her sultry voice was rolling over his ear

"Thanks. I'm trying you little hotty" he said with a smile a she proffered her the glass of wine, and lifted his beer in a salute

"Here's to a crazy night for you and an early morning for me" he told her with a gri

"And what is this fashion foopah"
He said as his eyes drank in the right material, the plunging neckline and a hem that seemed to just barely make it past her ass

"Is this a dress from middle school? It os barely holding you in" he said with a smile as he openly, and most platonically ogled her amazing delights

Oh, her friend seemed to be feeling a bit brave tonight! She smiled and brought her wine to her lips. "Are you honestly going to tell me there is something wrong with my outfit?" she purred. She enjoyed their innocent banter, she knew he was serious enough, but she felt safe enough around him that she was able to flaunt without fear.

As the wine met her lips she looked up at her striking companion. She noticed for the first time how commanding his presence was. His shirt was tight and she could see the ripples of his body beneath it. She sucked down a mouth full and washed away any inklings she had that there could be anything more than friendship between them.

Ashley set down her glass and smiled. "You look great tonight, maybe I should be YOUR wing-man."

" that would be good change. You could tell all these hot ladies about my big dick and insatiable libido" he said with a chuckle as he polished off his beer

Damnit she looked sooooo good tonight. And he knew that she knew it. But he could play along.

"Let's get out and dance. I'll make the guys jealous, you make the girls jealous, then we split and pounce on our prey?" He told her as he set his empty bottle down

"Now polish off that glass so we can get on the floor and get this crowd going" he said as he stepped towards the dance floor, then turned back to offer her his hand

A smile crept across her face as she finished her glass of wine. One glass it all it ever takes to get her feeling a little loose anyway. "Only if we do one song, then a shot, then a song, then a shot, deal?" She flirted as she grabbed his hand and bit her lower lip.

"Deal" he called to her as he tugged her onto the floor. Their bodies quickly absorbed the near, and they found a Rythm

He dipped and she swayed. Their bodies moving like the music.


His eyes drank her in as she jiggled in front of him. Fuck , he thought as he found himself hoping she might just bounce right out of it

He leaned closer, his eyes staring straight down her top as he spoke closer to her.

"Let me know if you see any honeys eyeing me"

She got caught up in the moment, the music. She pressed her body against his as they found rhythm together, her dress slowly inching up as they did so. The wine had certainly loosened her up and she got lost in the feeling of him against her.

She was startled by his voice and it took her a moment to regain her bearings. "Looking at you?" she scoffed, "only every woman in the room, but they don't matter." she smiled and returned to writhing her body against his. She turned away from him and pressed her ass and back against his groin and chest. She grabbed his hands and playfully put them on her body. She started beside each breast and drew his hands down the length of her body stopping at her dress hem. She tucked his fingers around the hem and started to slowly ease them up. In that moment the song ended. She pulled the dress down back in place and twirled around into his arms.

"Shot time!"

Damnit Ashley, he swore under his breath as she got into the music. Soon her body was slipping and gliding against his, occasionally her chest would slide over his body as they danced and she moved in closer and closer.

She spun around and began to grind her ass against him, her plump flesh grinding right into his groin. It was all he could do to keep himself decent. Then her hands clasped his, and slid the Na long her ribs, his big hands spanned her rib cage, and his finger tips slid over the spilling swells of her tits, every sway pushed her flesh against his hungry hands.

He thanked God when she drug her hands down to her waist. But soon it was trouble again

While grinding against him, her hem had risen high and she dragged his fingers to her hem, the silky want feel of her thighs sent fire into his veins

"Shots!" She called and twisted away heading to the bar.

"Thank god" he said as he followed. Any guy looking at her got a hateful glare from him. When he looked back at her, he smiled. Her dress had ridden up so that it ended just after the curve I her ass


"Your looking good out there" he said as he stepped up beside her at the bar as their shots were poured.

"Only as good as you are," she remarked with a smile.

She bent over the bar and stood on her tip-toes, giving the bartender full view of her plunging neckline and the rest of the bar a good view of her barely-covered ass. "Can you please make it 2 shots for me, Mr. Bartender?" she flirted, "My friend here is DD and I am in the mood to get into some trouble tonight."

She watched as the bartender poured her another shot without taking his eyes off her chest. She smirked and turned toward Lance with a shot glass in each hand. "Here is to a night of trouble!" she giggled and took once shot right after the other. She knew better, but she didn't care--not tonight.

She felt the searing heat of the alcohol run down her throat and tingle all the way down to her groin. She took a deep breath and looked around. There were plenty of men and women to be had between the two of them. Why not have a little fun? She turned to Lance and asked "Do you want to keep dancing together or see who can get someone else to dance with them first?"

The idea of watching her attractive friend dance with someone else made her feel a hint of jealousy, but the idea of making him watch her put her body against someone else turned her on in a far more powerful way.

She couldn't understand why Lance was single, he was a great guy. Attractive, tall, dark, handsome. He was great to talk to and always made her feel good about herself. In the end it didn't matter, she just wanted to let herself go tonight. The shots began to take hold of her and she stumbled a little into his arms. "Well?"

She hopped halfway into the bar to get the bartenders attention as Lance walked up. This afforded him a quick peek of her ass

Was she wearing underwear? He wondered to himself and before he realized it the little minx tossed back two shots and stumbled into him

God she felt good! He thought before she regained her balance, asking him what to do next.

"I'm gonna have one more beer. Then we can dance some more. But you don't have to wait here with me" he told her. He half hoped she would stay. He was waiting for some sign from her that he was into him. All the hints he considered flirting, seemed to just be who she was. He never knew where he stood with her

He caught the bartenders attention and got a beer, thinking to drink it quickly. Part of him wanted to get back out on the floor with her, and see how far his hands could get this time. The other part wanted her to ask him to dance, he needed to see if this thing was one sided.

"So" he said turning back to her, but he found her on the floor dancing.

"...you don't have to wait for me." he said and that was all Ashley needed to hear. She released him as he turned to order another drink and confidently headed back to the dance floor. She was sure Lance had wanted her to stay, but she was in no mood to be still.

She found herself in the middle of several writhing bodies and decided to dance with herself until someone else came along. She kept Lance within eyesight, though. In her devious little mind she decided to tease her friend and dance for him. It wasn't very long before another man came up behind her and pulled her hips into his groin. She took it in stride and grinded against him slowly, seductively, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Lance.

A smirk crept across her face as he finally looked over. "Showtime," she thought to herself.

She closed her eyes and put her hands above her head so her entire body was exposed to him, the outline of her nipples clearly visible underneath the thin, black fabric. She let the stranger put his hands on her hips, her stomach, inching upwards until he was just under her voluminous breast. She took that as a cue to bend over as if he were going to fuck her doggy-style right there on the dance floor. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked up to make sure Lance was still watching.

Dancing was innately sexual for her. She enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin, of bodies against bodies. She could feel the man behind her getting aroused which only fueled the fervor with which she danced. She slowly stood back up, moving her hands up her thighs, waist and the sides of her breasts. She let her hands linger there for a moment and gave her girls a slight squeeze as she rested her head against the stranger's chest. She did a somersault in her head thinking about how frustrated poor Lance must have been, but she was enjoying every second. The feeling was intoxicating.

The stranger attempted to turn her around, but fortunately that was at the same time as the song ended. She slipped out of his hands and left him with a coquettish grin. She walked back up to the bar where Lance was standing and nudged him back so she could squeeze between him and the bar.

"Bartender? Would you mind setting us up another round? I'll take another two." she beamed.

She looked over her should and caught Lance's eyes piercing into her own. "What?" she said innocently.

He sat down and begin to drink his beer, his eyes quickly finding Ashley on the floor, of course she and found someone else to dance with. That body would not stay unattended for long

He watched, feeling hi self grow stiff as she proffered herself to the stranger. The weird part was his she kept her eyes on him

Ok it wasn't weird, it was hot and devious and intentional. As he watched he realized thatbhebhad just been there that guy was, the way she ground and jiggled against him.

He had to shift, his growing arousal getting larger by the moment

He took a long drink. Thankful the song finally ended and she came bouncing back to the bar for more shot

"Next dance is mine" he told her, putting his arm around her waist, a way to give that other guy a clear sign that one dance was all he was getting

"You looked like you were having fun out there. That poor guy though, he was sad to see you go" he told her, half empathize get with the guy. Did Ashley care? She had to know what she did but was it all a game to her. Probably.

The bar tender brought out two lore shots

"Oh, yes," she slurred slightly "I enjoyed myself thoroughly." She loved getting men worked up and leaving them hanging. She felt nothing for the stranger she left on the dance floor. He served only on purpose and was entirely disposable.

She briefly thought that perhaps another shot wasn't the best idea, but she was having entirely too much fun to stop now. She didn't have anything pertinent to do tomorrow, she could nurse a hangover if needed.

She loved how Lance had a way of pseudo-claiming her as his territory. She didn't belong to him, but she had an inkling he wished she did. It felt good to have his arms around her waist nonetheless, but she knew it didn't matter whose arms they were as long as they were around her.

"Next dance is yours AFTER this shot," she said as she twirled her hair around her hand and flung it behind her back. Her skin was starting to get slightly tacky from sweat. She loved that feeling. It was the same feeling she got at the gym, nothing felt better than a good workout and sex always counts as a workout.

She put the shot glass to her lips and offered Lance a wink before she swallowed. "You lead the way, sir" she purred, but that quickly turned into a squeal of delight when the next song began. "Pillowtalk" by Zayn began pouring out of the speakers. The slow, seductive music along with the liquor had an erotic effect on her body. She wanted to be on the dance floor with anyone, everyone's hands on her.

Lance reached out, took her hand and dragged her into the floor. He pulled her close to him as the song started. One hand firmly gripped her slender waist, feeling her hips sway. He let his other has lose around to her back pulling her close.

Her full breasts pressed against his chest, her cleavage seeming to billow out of her top

"I'm glad I get to dance with you again. I'm making all the other guys jealous. Especially that last one" he said close to her ear. He didn't say what he really felt.

The heat of his breath next to her ear sent chills down her body and a soft sigh escaped her lips. She wasn't expecting that. She quickly regained her composure, albeit foggy at best at this point. "Let's make them all jealous then." she smiled deviously.

She caught the other man standing in front of her, watching, dancing with some other women. His eyes bore into hers. She relished in the feeling and wrapped her arms around Lance's neck. His chest felt so firm against t he softness of her own. She moved her hips into his with the rhythm of the music.

Closing her eyes she felt nothing but his body and the music in her soul. Without thinking and without care she wrapped one leg around him and let herself fall back slightly to give herself a little leverage. He held onto her with his strong arm around her back. At that angle her breasts were seconds away from slipping out of her dress, she wanted so badly to have hands on them, she needed it.

She thought she felt a twitch between her legs as she grinded her nakedness against Lance, but she let the thought go as quickly as it came. It didn't matter. The liquor had taken hold of her now and the room began to spin. She slid her leg down Lance's and with both feet back on the floor she pulled him by the collar to her face.

"You're such a good fucking dancer," she growled. "I can't decide if we should take another shot or dance more. Take the lead, Lance, how do you want me? How do you want them to see me?"

He wanted her naked and on her knees, but he couldn't say that so...

"Both " and moments later she had another shot in her. He dragged her into the floor, and this time he spun her around, starting with her plump ass pressed firmly against his crotch. One had wa son her hip and the other wrapped around her. Her heavy breaststroke rested on his thick forearm as the two swayed together.
He looked down, seeing how his arm made her tits swell against the plunging neckline

He lifted his arm for a better view. He dipped his head low, lips next to her ear

"Let me know when your ready for me to take you home" he said as he swayed his hips, roiling in the feel of her ass against his groin, the heft of her tits on his arm, and the smell of her hair filling his sense.

His cock throbbed.

Her body ached and shivered when he whispered in her ear. She knew she must have been drunk if she was letting him get the upper hand like that.

She felt the room spinning around her. Her dress was barely hanging on and if Lance didn't take her home she was certain some regrettable figure would.

She pulled down on his cooled and pressed her lips against his ear as the music swelled around them. "I think I better get into bed, Babe. I'm a little, kinda, maybe tipsy" she slurred. "You sure yer good to drive? She smiled up at him sweetly, but drunkly.

She hoped at the very least she would get home in one piece and able to function the next day.

Ashley hesitated when he pulled her even closer into him, but responsed with "you keep this up and I might start to think you actually like me". She knew already, but it didn't matter. She didn't like to anticipate. She just preferred for thins to happen.

as she pulled his head down, his eyes fixed on the swell of her breasts that billowd form her top. Her hot voice and breath was in his ear adn the sight of her tits was filling his eyes. He could not help, but shift his arm abit, to make those glorious orbs jiggle

He flet her grind against him as she made her coy joke about him liking her

" I can certainly get you home safe. I only appear drunk because you are wasted" he said with a grin as he released his tight grip. He gave her ass a soft slap, heading her towards the door

"Come on then, lets get you to your apartment" he said as he used a firmer swat, filled with his sexual tension, on her ass to herd her towards the door

Well! She thought to herself hazily. Someone was feeling a bit frisky tonight! And for once she didn't mean herself. She gladly followed Lancd out of the bar. She felt a little clumsy and almost ashamed for how intoxicated she had gotten. No matter. She enjoyed herself just the same.

Ashley still felt a boiling inside of her. She was feeling restless and lustful and hadn't yet found a target to feed her desires. But as those thoughts passed through her mind she found waking, even in flats, become increasingly difficult.

"Lance," she cooed, "can you hold me a little. I don't often admit this, but I may be kinda drunk as heck and I could use a little stability right now"

She stopped abruptly on the sidewalk on their way to his car. She swayed a bit and instituted in waiting for him to fetch her.

he quickly stepped up beside her, pulling her close, on arm over her shoulder, the other snug around her waist

"certainly ash" he said as he walked her to the car. he slowly helped her get in, and buckled her in

as he helped get the buckle across her lap he let his hands drag over her thighs. the hem of her shirt riding high

he adjusted the chest strap between her tits as she settled in. enjoying the way it jiggled one hefty orb

thenhe got in his side adn began to head to her apartment

"that was some sweet dnacing ash"