Girls' Best Friend

BriarI stand in the front yard and take a deep breath of the warm, summer air as I take a small break from unloading boxes from the truck. I look around our new street and the cute little house we were lucky to snatch up. It's only a few minutes from campus, but still far away enough not to hear the obnoxious frat parties that plagued my sleep nearly every night for the last two years.Being a junior in college, I was tired of living in the dorm rooms, fighting for a washing machine, sharing a shower or worrying about drunk guys wandering into the wrong room at night. So me, along with my two best friends, Izzy and Sadie, decided to rent a small house together. Technically it's only a two bedroom, but the basement was decent enough that Izzy didn't mind turning it into her room. She's an art major, so she got creative with it."Where you want this, babe?" Brad, my boyfriend shouts, pulling me from my musings."In the living room please. Thanks!" I shout back with a smile. I groan a l

BriarI couldn't stop thinking about what Quinn said. I think I may have offended him when I called him a loner, but when he said introvert I started thinking about myself. The way I forced myself out of my shell when I got to college. I made myself talk to people, go to parties, join clubs, even dated guys that I probably wouldn't have before. I started wondering if maybe I had more in common with Quinn than I thought. That maybe I thought I was growing, maturing by doing these things when in reality, I was just forcing myself to be someone I'm not.I fell into a fitful sleep in my unfamiliar sorroundings. I never sleep well on my first night in a new place and Brad wouldn't stay with me, saying he had early morning practice. Not that it would have been any easier with him here. He hogs most of the bed, feels like a fucking furnace and thinks it's sexy to wake me out of a dead sleep for sex.Newsflash fellas: It's not sexy. It's annoying.So when I woke up the next morning with a tex

BriarI wait anxiously for the day of the doggy paddle, trying to leave Quinn alone so he doesn't get annoyed with me and cancel on me. I had never heard of such a thing until I moved here for school and my first two years I was so jealous of everyone with a dog that got to go. It sounded so fun, taking your dog to make new friends, getting to swim with them in a pool.When the day finally arrived, I dressed in my bikini, opting for the one with a little more coverage, and threw a towel and some sunscreen in my bag before walking over to Quinn's. I knock on the door and hear Hank bark before it swings open to reveal Quinn. I take in his appearance, feeling like something is off. It takes a moment for it to click into place."Where are your glasses?" I ask, and he scowls at me a little like he's annoyed by my question."We're going swimming, right?" He asks and I nod. "I put in my contacts. It's hard to see with wet glasses." He says and I mentally facepalm myself."Oh. Yeah. Obviously

QuinnI hang up the phone with Briar, my body tingling with the knowledge that's she's in my bed. Or in my tub.Naked.I groan at the thought as my cock swells in my boxers. Why did she have to do that to me? I was doing so well thinking of her in a strictly platonic way. I reach down and squeeze my cock over my boxers, letting out a little groan at the sensation, but then I realize what I'm doing so I pull my hand away and force my erection to deflate thinking about the what a dissapointing Batman Ben Affleck was and imagining the death of Betty White.That may have gone too far.Now I'm depressed.I sigh and throw my arm over my face, trying not to think about my hot neighbor in her little pajama pants snuggled into my sheets with my dog and manage to fall into a fitful sleep.I try to keep the communication with Briar to a minimum over the next three days. I don't need to know what she's doing in my house, as long as she's not having sex with that asshole boyfriend of hers in my be

BriarIt had been a couple of weeks since the stomach bug fiasco. Brad had apologized to me and started making more of an effort in our relationship. It was nice, but it just didn't really feel the same anymore. I didn't trust him like I had before. Izzy was clueless to the whole situation, always off in her own little world and Sadie had been colder to me lately, basically ignoring me. I wasn't sure what that was about but I also didn't really care. Quinn had told me what she said when they left for the party and it pissed me off, so I ignored her back.Very mature. I know.But Quinn had turned out to be a surprise friend. He took me to his Sunday Dungeon night and I actually had a great time. The other guys seemed a little lost on how to handle a woman in their midst, but they did a good job of explaining things to me and I told Quinn I'd go again if he let me. He seemed surprised I had enjoyed it so much, but didn't tell me no. Otherwise our communication had been strictly related