“Oh my god. Sarah, you’re sounding like a nagging wife.”
“Well, sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a nagging wife. Not that you ever have to worry about that because you’re never getting married, are you Harry?”
“Oh, you have PMS, don’t you, Sarah? You have PMS.”
“No, I already told you. I’m not on my period.”
“Then why are you being such a bitch?”
“You did not just call me a bitch.” She glared at me and then I shook my head.
“My bad, but you know I’m honest. I call it as I see it.”
“Harry.” And then she hit me on the shoulder and I grabbed her hands to stop her from hitting me again. I rolled over so that I was on top of her and held her arms down.
“Sarah. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“What’s not a good idea?” she breathed up at me, her face flushed. Her top was riding up slightly so that I could see the creamy expanse of her thighs.
“You’re not wearing shorts?” I asked her, surprised as now I could see a little glimpse of her white panties.
“No, I’m not wearing shorts. Why would I be wearing shorts?”
“I don’t know. Because,” I said. I could feel the warmth of her body emanating into mine and I realized just how close we were as I held her down. She was still breathing, heavily now, her lips trembling and her hair was coming out of its ponytail. I took her glasses off and put them to the side and looked down at her face. All of a sudden something struck me. I realized that Sarah was a woman. Now she wasn’t just a girl, my childhood best friend. She was a fully-fledged woman. She had breasts, a narrow waist, and long, slim legs. And surprisingly, I found her sexy. I didn’t want to think about that, so I quickly let go of her arms and rolled back over.
“Okay. Let’s watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before. You win.”
“I just said I’d watched Die Hard. What’s wrong?” She leaned over at me and I just shook my head.
“Nothing.” She then got on top of me and held my arms down and I groaned silently. She positioned herself on top of my cock, which I could feel hardening beneath her. It’s Sarah. It’s Sarah. Stop it, Harry, stop it, I told myself mentally. The last thing I needed was to get hard for my best friend.
“Harry, what is going on?” she asked in a singsong voice, as she sat on top of me, rubbing herself back and forth. I wasn’t sure she realized what she was doing to me, but my cock was getting harder and harder.
“Sarah, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said slowly as she continued moving back and forth.
“What?” she said, and then she blushed as she seemed to realize exactly what had happened. She quickly wrote back off of me and lay back down on the bed next to me. Looking over at me, she smiled and said, “Okay, this is your last chance. Do you want to watch Die Hard or To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?”
“Let’s watch To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before because you know what? You’re right. We always do what I want to do and I want to stop that. I want to stop taking you for granted. So whatever you need from me, you just ask, okay?”
“Wow.” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t expect to get through to you this quickly, Harry. What happened?”
“I don’t know what happened. Maybe I’m just in the Christmas spirit. But hey, don’t forget, I still need you to go shopping for me tomorrow. Three presents, no more than seventy-dollars. And get them some Christmas cards, write something witty inside them for me as well.”
“You want me to write inside the Christmas cards as well? Are you kidding me, Harry?” She shook her head and I just laughed.
“You know, Sarah. You know you want to do this for me. Now let’s watch the movie.” I pulled her into my arms when she pressed play and I tried to ignore the warm feelings that were stirring my stomach as she curled up next to me. It was strange feeling this way. This is how we’d watch movies for years and I’d never felt this way before. Maybe I hadn’t had sex in too long and that’s why it would have happened. I was going to have to take care of that because the last thing I needed was to start feeling sexual chemistry toward my best friend. Sexual chemistry ruined every relationship and Sarah was one person I never wanted to lose from my life.
Chapter 5
Sarah
Macy’s was absolutely packed as I walked in. I took a deep breath and decided where I was going to go. I had no idea what these women would want as Christmas presents, and I had no idea what Harry would expect for me to buy. He’d left it all up to me. I walked over to the handbag section and looked at a couple of different handbags, many that I loved, and many, I was sure, his women would love, but most of them were out of the price range he’d given me. What did he expect me to buy for fifty to seventy-five dollars? There was nothing good. Maybe I could get some cheap bath salts or some candles, but there was nothing personal about that. Nothing that said, “I like you as someone I’m dating, but don’t want to be too serious with you, but also don’t want us to stop dating.” This was enormous pressure and I was mad that Harry had expected me to do it for him. He always took me for granted. I let out a deep sigh as I continued walking from the handbags to the watches.
I saw a beautiful watch by Cartier and I wondered if he would be pissed if I bought it for myself. I giggled. I’m sure he would text me within five minutes if he got a notification from his credit card that I’d spent ten grand on a watch at Macy’s. But then again, he deserved to pay. Who asked their best friend to buy the Christmas presents for the girls they were dating? Only Harry Parker Huntington would think to do something like that.
And then suddenly, an amazing idea popped into my mind. It was slightly naughty and totally crazy, and I knew Harry would be absolutely pissed. But then, maybe this would teach him not to ask me to do these mundane tasks for him anymore.
I hurried out of Macys and went down Forty-Second Avenue. I was looking for a very specific shop, but I wasn’t really sure where it was, so I pulled out my phone and searched for Good Vibrations. I saw that there was one within a couple of miles and decided to hail a taxi.
As I was standing in the street, I pulled out my phone and texted Harry. Hey.
Hey, he texted back immediately. How’s it going?
Oh, pretty good. Just left Macy’s.
Get the presents?
No, I figured you didn’t want to spend a couple hundred dollars on handbags or watches.
Good thinking. Max price per present is $40.
$40? Are you joking?
$30?
Harry, I’m not spending $30 or $40 on a present for your girls. A hundred dollars minimum.
Oh, okay. I guess if you think a hundred dollars. Fine. I trust you.
Harry. How can you be so rich and so cheap at the same time?
Do you really want me to answer that?
No, but I hope that the present and you get for me is something you’ve thought of. I want something thoughtful, and sweet, and kind.
You’re expecting a Christmas gift from me???
Yes! I shook my head and then realized that I was letting taxis passing me by. I quickly walked to the street and held my hand out. Immediately, a taxi pulled over and I got in.