Page 27 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

We don’t say anything for a long while as we head east towards Greeley. I unpack and pass out breakfast and take our trash. Connor’s knuckles are devoid of circulation from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel.

My single page study guide sits heavy in my lap as I pretend to review for the test. But the words on the page rearrange into hyper realistic drawings of Connor’s cock. They spell out You saw your best friend’s penis, you pervert. Letters dance around creating black and white images of Connor’s naked body taking me from behi⁠—.

“Sorry about earlier.” Connor’s booming voice startles me in the cab of his truck, and I frantically hide my pornographic study guide before responding.

“Sorry for what? I didn’t see anything. I mean, nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lovely. Now I’m delirious from this virus, the medicine, and horniness.

“Uh…okay.” Connor hedges. “Do you want to go over anything for your test or do you want to try to get some sleep? We’ve still got over two hours left on the road.”

He’s mercifully offering me an out from our shared mortification. “If you don’t mind driving without any company, I might try to take a nap.”

“I don’t mind. You forget I drive alone for a living. Get some rest, doll. I’ll wake you up about a half hour from campus so you can eat some lunch, okay?”

I bob my head like a lunatic and flip up the hood of the stolen hoodie, concealing my lying face. I do my best impression of a sleeping passenger, and for the next two hours, get increasingly hotter and more bothered by graphic fantasies about my best friend.

I doze off at some point, and Connor wakes me up for lunch. We eat in charged silence as we inch closer to my doom. There’s no way I’m acing this final, let alone passing it. Not when I’ve got dick on the brain.

This has never happened to me. Sure, I’ve dreamed about being intimate with Connor countless times, but the only reference I had was him shirtless plus my active imagination. Now that I know what he’s packing, I’m drowning in arousal.

Something is wrong with me, right? Whatever it is had better disappear with the virus because I can’t live like this. Who knew horniness could be hell on earth?

“Okay doll, we’re here.” Connor parks his truck at the testing center. “I know you don’t feel good, but you know this shit like the back of your hand. You’re gonna crush it.”

I risk meeting his eyes for the first time since the incident this morning and find unwavering love and support reflecting back at me.

“Thank you. Why don’t you try to take a nap, now. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

Connor rests his elbow on the steering wheel, not a care in the world, and flips his ballcap backwards. Why? Why of all times must this adonis flip his hat BACKWARDS?

We’d normally hug right now, but instead, we stare awkwardly at each other.

Me, because my last neurons went up in smoke at the pornographic scene before me. Connor, because he’s watching his best friend lose her mind.

As I get out of the truck, I divert my eyes from the lewd display and offer a clipped “bye” before scurrying away as fast as my virus-infested body will allow.

As I sit for my last and most important final of the semester, my eyes cross at the screen glaring back at me.

My mind’s an empty cavern, devoid of everything I’ve learned and studied. The only thought that ricochets around my empty skull drives me to the brink of insanity.

I want to fuck my best friend.

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Iwant to fuck my best friend.

This isn’t a new development in my miserable life, but it’s all I can think about as I sit in my truck cab in a cloud of her sweet scent.

After I packed the food for our trip today, all I needed to do was change my clothes before we took off. I would’ve preferred to take a shower, but my fucking job had already made me late picking Delilah up for her exam.

I swore I heard her leave the bedroom as I entered it, and I didn’t think twice before stripping down and throwing on new clothes. My dick was flopping around like a dead fish as I pulled on new underwear. And she fucking saw it. My sweet, innocent, forbidden best friend got an eye full of my flaccid cock n’ balls.

The pure shock and mortification of the moment were drowned out by the fascination and lust emanating from Delilah’s heavy eyes. I waited for her to cover her eyes, squeal, run away, or profusely apologize.

Instead, she drank me in like water on a hot day. If she’d licked her lips, I’d be dead in the ground. We barely spoke on the drive to Greeley. I’d like to chalk it up to both of us being exhausted, but I know it was because of my indecent exposure.

She pretended to sleep but I could hear her mind racing. Things have gotten so complicated since she moved in with me. There’s no way in hell I want her to leave, but we can’t continue like this. We’re walking a tightrope sure to snap at any misstep.

I’ve tried to think about anything else these past few hours, but my brain’s an asshole and refused to grant me any reprieve. Instead, my thoughts spun into a web of confusion and arousal.