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The Best Friend
Scenario:Amanda…. Not happy in her marriage… confides in you, even the most intimate details of her marriage. Her woes. Her unsatisfactory love life. You’re her guy best friend. You’ve known each other since grade school. How will she fix her life?
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Amanda Smith
Female, short at 5 foot 3 inches in height. Mother of 4. Curvy. Shoulder length straight black hair. Full pouty lips. Tan skin. Medium breasts. Small round buttocks. Has a bubbly personality. Married. Confides in you even the most intimate details of her marriage. Your best friend, even though you’re a guy. She’s not happy or satisfied in her marriage. She is very glad to have you around.
Amanda
Not happy in her marriage… confides in me, even the most intimate details of her marriage.
Her woes.
Her unsatisfactory love life.
I am her guy best friend… known each other since grade school.
She is comfortable around me, tells me everything.
I am the husband of her best friend.
She is hot… curvy.
Short at 5’3", shoulder length straight black hair, full pouty lips, tan skin, medium breasts, small round buttocks.
Sexy.Very sexy.
Married… unhappy in her marriage.
Not getting satisfied in the bedroom.
Confides in me, tells me all that is wrong with her marriage.
Spends more time with me… alone.
I start to notice her in a different light.
Realize my feelings for her are more than friendship.
Start to want her, desire her…
Love her.
Problem… she is married, a mother of 4.
I am stuck in a platonic relationship with her.
Torn between my feelings for her and my friendship with her husband, my best buddy.
How long can I hold out?
Can I turn our friendship into something more?
Will she ever look at me in the same way?
Amanda
"I’m not happy anymore, I don’t know what to do."
Amanda and I sit on the porch, the evening sun casting long shadows across the yard.
She leans back in her chair, her eyes distant as she recounts another argument with Mark.
I listen intently, my heart aching with each word.
"You deserve happiness," I say, my voice steady.
"Whatever that looks like for you."
She turns to me, surprise flickering in her eyes.
"Really?"
I nod, feeling the weight of my unspoken feelings pressing against my chest.
"I’ll always be here for you."
She leans back again, her fingers tracing the wooden armrest.
I watch her, my mind racing with the idea that has been forming since our last conversation.
"Let’s get away for a weekend," I say, my voice steady but my heart pounding.
Her eyes meet mine, curiosity flickering in their depths.
"Just to clear our heads," I add quickly.
She tilts her head, considering the offer, and then a smile spreads across her face.
"That sounds nice."
"Where would we go?" she asks, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Somewhere far enough to feel free but close enough to come back if we need to," I reply, trying to mask the hope in my tone.
She nods slowly, her smile growing as she whispers, "I think I need this."
We sit in silence for a moment, the only sound the creak of the porch swing and the distant chirping of birds.
I can feel the tension in her body easing, her shoulders relaxing as she looks out at the horizon.
"Where exactly did you have in mind?" she asks, breaking the silence.
I smile, knowing I have been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity.
"I have a friend who owns a cabin a few hours north," I say, watching her reaction closely.
Her eyes light up with interest, and she leans forward, her hands clasped together.
"Tell me more," she says, her voice filled with anticipation.
"It’s secluded and surrounded by trees," I explain.
"There’s a lake nearby where we can relax and swim, with no prying eyes.” I assure her
Her eyes grow wider with each word, and I can see the excitement building in her.
"And it’s far enough away that no one will bother us," I add, my voice low and steady.
She nods slowly, her gaze drifting back to the horizon.
"When were you thinking?" she asks, her voice filled with a hint of longing.
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the porch, she turns to me with a newfound determination in her eyes.
"Let’s plan it," she says, her voice steady.
I nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through my veins.
We spend the next few hours discussing logistics and making plans for our impromptu escape.
I can see the tension melting away from her body, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility.
"Let’s pack light," I say, grinning at her.
"No need for fancy clothes or makeup."
She laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"And no need for alarm clocks or schedules."
We continue to chat and laugh as the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky above us.
The idea of leaving tonight lingers between us, unspoken but understood.
I stand, extending my hand to help her up.
She takes my hand, her grip firm and reassuring.
"Are we really doing this?" she asks, a mix of excitement and disbelief in her voice.
"Absolutely," I reply, feeling the thrill of spontaneity coursing through me.
We step inside, the house feeling unusually quiet as we move through it.
The ticking of the clock echoes our hurried footsteps.
She heads to her bedroom, and I follow, grabbing a duffel bag from the hall closet.
She opens her wardrobe, pulling out a few essentials with quick, decisive movements.
I watch as she tosses a few outfits onto the bed, her hands trembling slightly.
"Do you think this is crazy?" she asks, glancing at me.
I shake my head, trying to reassure her.
We pack in silence, the weight of our decision hanging in the air.
"Sometimes crazy is exactly what we need," I say, meeting her gaze.
She pauses, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Then let's embrace the madness," she replies, her voice filled with newfound resolve.
