Anything For A Friend

Chapter 6 - Friday Night

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Rhiannon

We talked about trivial things, the weather, our families, what we'd been doing the past two years. He was dating a classmate of his, Katie O'Dell. They had been dating for about four months, and had an on again, off again relationship. He explained that she had been wanting to have sex for some time now, but that he was apprehensive. Apparently, she was pretty experienced.

I told him about Dane, and how I had met him through a friend from work. We had been dating for two months, and he seemed to be committed to making it last. He was thirty years old and worked as an accountant at a nearby law firm. I was the one dragging my feet in the relationship, and sex was a big factor in my feet staying on the ground.

We also discussed a few details about Saturday's "arrangement." We had looked up different positions and decided missionary style would be our best choice. Many of the others looked way out of our league. I'd wanted to try me on top, but I was afraid I'd damage him. He only laughed at me and said, "Well, we could do it both ways. We have extra condoms."

I laughed. It was going to be overwhelming to do it once, let alone twice. Of course, he was just kidding.

I cooked us chicken Alfredo for dinner, and he helped me to throw a salad together. I was a microwave and take out kind of girl. Bria cooked often, so I didn't go hungry, but, leave me alone, and I was all but helpless in the kitchen. Chicken Alfredo was the one meal I was capable of making without fear of poisoning someone. When dinner was ready, we sat down at the table to eat.

"Mmm," Max moaned after eating a forkful of his meal. "Your cooking's not half bad!" he exclaimed, sounding surprised.

"Don't let this meal fool you. Besides spaghetti and grilled cheese, this is my go-to meal." I was not one for tooting my own horn. I wanted to be up front with my faults.

I almost offered him wine with dinner, then remembered he wasn't old enough to drink it. That's great, Rhiannon, I thought to myself, you're not allowed to serve him alcohol, but you're going to serve him a piece of yourself. Ugh. This was a train wreck waiting to happen. For some reason, though, I wasn't about to hit the emergency stop button.

"Penny for your thoughts," Max offered.

I smiled. "I'm just thinking how crazy we are. I'm getting nervous about our agreement," I admitted.

"Me, too. You're not thinking of backing out, are you?" he asked, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

"No, no. It's just so weird. It'll be weird that no one else will know. It's weird that you were a little kid when I was as old as you are now. It's weird that now you're some hot young adult that wants me, well, for the weekend, anyway. I'm sorry, it's uncomfortable and exhilarating all at once," I ranted, trying to put what I was feeling into words.

Max smiled, his whole face lighting up. "I feel the same way, Spencer." He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it and looked out the window. After a few seconds, I heard him sigh. He turned to me and said, "Do you really think I'm hot? I'm just wondering, because sometimes I feel like you still see me as a little kid."

Sometimes I did still think of him as a little kid, but one look at the hunk beside me was enough proof that I was mistaken. He was a young man, and he was hot enough to melt any girl's heart.