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summoned a nearby Uber. "After you," he said to Cristina, still scarcely able to believe his luck as the willowy blonde climbed into the car ahead of him. He couldn't help checking out her ass, marveling that this woman was considering his out-of-shape, slightly chubby body to be a catch, even while standing next to Tanner in a very unflattering comparison.
Before climbing into the car after Cristina, however, Freddie held back for a second longer, giving Tanner a light punch in the shoulder. "Distraction, remember?" he repeated to his best friend.
Tanner nodded, his eyes still lingering on the stacked, short girl clinging to him like he was a life raft. "Right. Distraction." Freddie wished that Tanner sounded a bit more confident, but in the end, what else could he do?
Leaving Tanner and the redhead behind, Freddie climbed into the back of the Uber along with Cristina, leaning forward to confirm his address with the driver. He glanced back one more time at Tanner as the car pulled away, but then Cristina wrapped her arms around him and drew his lips to her own, and he forgot about anything beyond the confines of the vehicle.
The next few hours passed in a blissful haze for Freddie. His apartment wasn't anything special - especially not compared to the massive luxury apartment that Tanner owned - but it was still big enough to make Cristina's eyes gleam, and inspire another round of kissing. He showed her the bedroom, and she peeled off her clothes and gently, almost shyly led him over to the horizontal surface. His movements in bed with her were cautious, almost shy at first, but her kisses and moans buoyed his confidence, and both of them wore huge smiles when, panting, they both finally dropped back to land on top of the tangled sheets.
"Wow," Cristina murmured, pressing herself up against Freddie's warm, soft body. He slid his hand over her torso, curling it possessively around her pert little ass, and she wormed in a bit closer to him.
Only then, their exertions finished, did he hear a faint buzzing sound. "What's that?" he asked, sitting up.
Cristina sighed. "My phone," she replied in her soft, breezy voice. "Vicki keeps on texting me. I've been ignoring her, hoping that she'd take the hint, but she doesn't seem to get it."
Vicki. That must have been the redhead's name. "What's she texting about?" Freddie asked, his heart sinking. If the girl's fingers were moving on her phone, that meant that she wasn't being distracted by Tanner's body and attentions.
"I'm not sure. Let me check." Cristina wiggled off of the bed, and Freddie was momentarily struck dumb as he watched her long body undulate. He could watch that sort of motion forever.
A moment later, Cristina flopped back down beside him in bed, holding her phone. "I guess your friend was a bit of an ass," she said, scrolling through the missed messages. There were a lot of them, Freddie noted gloomily. "He kept on tuning out, and she eventually noticed. She asked him what was wrong, and he called her by some other woman's name!"
"Let me guess," Freddie said, pressing his palm up against his forehead. "He called her Alicia."
Cristina sat up a little more. "Yeah, how did you know? Oh my god, is he dating someone?"
"No, no, nothing like that!" Freddie corrected quickly. He sighed. "But that's his boss at work, and he's been really over-taxed lately. Tell your friend I'm sorry, okay?"
Cristina texted the apology to Vicki, but then sank back against Freddie. "Told her. And now, I'm turning my phone off for the rest of the night." She smiled up at Freddie. "You'll just have to keep me entertained instead."
"I can handle that," Freddie answered, his heart leaping as thoughts of Tanner fled his mind. Tanner might be having issues, but with a sudden surge of selfishness, Freddie decided that his best friend would just have to fend for himself.
Chapter Nine
*
Okay, Tanner decided with a growl of irritation as he dabbed at the little nick in his face,
Before climbing into the car after Cristina, however, Freddie held back for a second longer, giving Tanner a light punch in the shoulder. "Distraction, remember?" he repeated to his best friend.
Tanner nodded, his eyes still lingering on the stacked, short girl clinging to him like he was a life raft. "Right. Distraction." Freddie wished that Tanner sounded a bit more confident, but in the end, what else could he do?
Leaving Tanner and the redhead behind, Freddie climbed into the back of the Uber along with Cristina, leaning forward to confirm his address with the driver. He glanced back one more time at Tanner as the car pulled away, but then Cristina wrapped her arms around him and drew his lips to her own, and he forgot about anything beyond the confines of the vehicle.
The next few hours passed in a blissful haze for Freddie. His apartment wasn't anything special - especially not compared to the massive luxury apartment that Tanner owned - but it was still big enough to make Cristina's eyes gleam, and inspire another round of kissing. He showed her the bedroom, and she peeled off her clothes and gently, almost shyly led him over to the horizontal surface. His movements in bed with her were cautious, almost shy at first, but her kisses and moans buoyed his confidence, and both of them wore huge smiles when, panting, they both finally dropped back to land on top of the tangled sheets.
"Wow," Cristina murmured, pressing herself up against Freddie's warm, soft body. He slid his hand over her torso, curling it possessively around her pert little ass, and she wormed in a bit closer to him.
Only then, their exertions finished, did he hear a faint buzzing sound. "What's that?" he asked, sitting up.
Cristina sighed. "My phone," she replied in her soft, breezy voice. "Vicki keeps on texting me. I've been ignoring her, hoping that she'd take the hint, but she doesn't seem to get it."
Vicki. That must have been the redhead's name. "What's she texting about?" Freddie asked, his heart sinking. If the girl's fingers were moving on her phone, that meant that she wasn't being distracted by Tanner's body and attentions.
"I'm not sure. Let me check." Cristina wiggled off of the bed, and Freddie was momentarily struck dumb as he watched her long body undulate. He could watch that sort of motion forever.
A moment later, Cristina flopped back down beside him in bed, holding her phone. "I guess your friend was a bit of an ass," she said, scrolling through the missed messages. There were a lot of them, Freddie noted gloomily. "He kept on tuning out, and she eventually noticed. She asked him what was wrong, and he called her by some other woman's name!"
"Let me guess," Freddie said, pressing his palm up against his forehead. "He called her Alicia."
Cristina sat up a little more. "Yeah, how did you know? Oh my god, is he dating someone?"
"No, no, nothing like that!" Freddie corrected quickly. He sighed. "But that's his boss at work, and he's been really over-taxed lately. Tell your friend I'm sorry, okay?"
Cristina texted the apology to Vicki, but then sank back against Freddie. "Told her. And now, I'm turning my phone off for the rest of the night." She smiled up at Freddie. "You'll just have to keep me entertained instead."
"I can handle that," Freddie answered, his heart leaping as thoughts of Tanner fled his mind. Tanner might be having issues, but with a sudden surge of selfishness, Freddie decided that his best friend would just have to fend for himself.
Chapter Nine
*
Okay, Tanner decided with a growl of irritation as he dabbed at the little nick in his face,
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