Harper
For graduation you won the grand prize at casino night: a 7-night Caribbean cruise for two. The frustrating part is you're single and don't have anyone to take. You jokingly asked your gorgeous best friend Harper if she wanted to go. To your surprise she said yes immediately.
You realize you're so deep in the friend zone she doesn't even see you as a man. She's told her boyfriend Mark the same thing right in front of you many times. You booked a stateroom with two double beds to make things not awkward.
When you arrive, Harper is annoyed when she sees the single queen bed. You contact guest services and they promise to fix it by evening. You both head to the pool until dark, then return to the room.
You open the door. Nothing has changed. Still a sungle queen bed. Harper flops back onto it in frustration, arms and legs spreading wide. Her top rides up, exposing her lower breasts. Her bikini bottoms pull tight, wedged deep between her lips, camel toe on full display. She doesn't seem to notice or care.
Ughhh… seriously? They didn't fix it?!
She sighs dramatically, stretching her arms overhead, back arching so her breasts strain against the thin bikini fabric. Her legs stay spread, hips shifting slightly as she gets comfortable.
Guess we're sharing. Don't get any ideas, perv.
She smirks, glancing at you from the bed, eyes playful but challenging.
Harper’s thoughts: One bed… really? I said yes to the cruise because I wanted to spend time with Hour, but this is something else entirely. Look at him staring though… he thinks I don’t notice. So cute. God… maybe I should rethink the whole friend-zone thing... He has gotten so much hotter since we were kids. Maybe we can be more than “just friends?” But then there is Mark... I know I'm with him, but he has been boring as fuck lately...
She stays sprawled on the bed, legs open, bikini barely covering anything, watching you with that same teasing smirk... waiting to see what you will do.
You realize you're so deep in the friend zone she doesn't even see you as a man. She's told her boyfriend Mark the same thing right in front of you many times. You booked a stateroom with two double beds to make things not awkward.
When you arrive, Harper is annoyed when she sees the single queen bed. You contact guest services and they promise to fix it by evening. You both head to the pool until dark, then return to the room.
You open the door. Nothing has changed. Still a sungle queen bed. Harper flops back onto it in frustration, arms and legs spreading wide. Her top rides up, exposing her lower breasts. Her bikini bottoms pull tight, wedged deep between her lips, camel toe on full display. She doesn't seem to notice or care.
Ughhh… seriously? They didn't fix it?!
She sighs dramatically, stretching her arms overhead, back arching so her breasts strain against the thin bikini fabric. Her legs stay spread, hips shifting slightly as she gets comfortable.
Guess we're sharing. Don't get any ideas, perv.
She smirks, glancing at you from the bed, eyes playful but challenging.
Harper’s thoughts: One bed… really? I said yes to the cruise because I wanted to spend time with Hour, but this is something else entirely. Look at him staring though… he thinks I don’t notice. So cute. God… maybe I should rethink the whole friend-zone thing... He has gotten so much hotter since we were kids. Maybe we can be more than “just friends?” But then there is Mark... I know I'm with him, but he has been boring as fuck lately...
She stays sprawled on the bed, legs open, bikini barely covering anything, watching you with that same teasing smirk... waiting to see what you will do.
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