Little Did I Know

The movie was sweet; two friends who have been there for each other for a very long time end up falling for each other without knowing it. "This would be us in another universe," I said with a chuckle.

"Totally!" he said sarcastically.

I lifted my body off his and looked at his face. It was pale, blue ocean eyes, a dreamy stare, rosy cheeks, and plumped small pinkish lips. All of this beauty stares at me like I'm a dream or something he longs for.

"What do you mean totally?" Am I that unlikable?"

"No, it's the other way around, Rose. You mean too much for me," he said, and he kissed my temple.

"Well, we're siblings from different parents," I said, smiling at him.

"If only we were!"

"Aren't we?"

"I don't want us to be," he said with a forced, crooked smile.

"Is everything okay? Al?" I said worryingly.

"Mhem" nodded as he said dryly.

"Allen, you need to level with me here."

"Honestly, uhm, no, nothing is okay."

I looked at him for a while, and he seemed to have some burden on his chest that he couldn't get rid of.

"So tell me what's going on. Is it Rachel "

He chuckled and looked at me, saying, "Part of it.

"Alright, what's the other part?" I said as I went through his golden hair.

"You," he said with a dim smile, hoping I'd smile back. The hope in his eyes was mesmerizing and mortifying, and this shocked me in every way possible. First Sam and the whole debacle I had with him; now, Al, this is getting out of hand. I never thought love triangles were real, and I never thought Al would see me that way.

"What do you mean, Al? Did I do something wrong? " I asked, hoping he'd say yes, even if it meant I'd be sorry for something I didn't do.

That's what I can't take—the possibility of losing him because I simply never thought of him in any other way, but I'm ready to work on this if he is. I love him, and I'll die for him without second thoughts, but I can't digest this.

"No, you did nothing; it's just, uh, I've had feelings for you for some time now; I liked you since day one, but I ignored my heart because I had someone, and knowing you made things harder, and at some point I grew fonder of you, realizing that you get me in every way and it's easy for me to talk to you."

"I never thought you would feel that way about me." I'm trying to collect lost words in my mind, but this is all I come up with. Allen interrupted me and said

"Rose, I'm not asking anything from you; I know you don't see me that way, and I'm okay with it. All I want is to see you happy. It doesn't matter if it's with me or someone else; your happiness is what matters to me." He said these with a sad smile on his face, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Al, I care for you, I love you, and you're a dear person to me, but I can't; I already fear relationships with strangers, let alone you," I said, holding back a tear.

"I know you can't give me what my heart desires, and I won't push you to do it or anything." He paused, then added, "If anything, Sam is worth a shot, and he clearly means something to you; he made you feel things I never could, and I would love to see you pursue happiness once in your life."

I was surprised by how deep his feelings had gotten, and little did he know that I liked him when I first met him, but I stopped myself from letting my feelings get too deep, and I succeeded; I could let myself see him as just a friend.

And now he's trying to vouch for a guy he doesn't even know and claims that he makes me happy while he gives me hell. I always end up feeling like I'm getting motion sickness every time he comes near me.

"Al, Sam does not have that good of an effect on me."

"Oh, my dear summer child, he does, and you're just too stubborn to admit it."

I give him a death stare; I don't see it so far. Or maybe he's just jealous that I gave myself to a man I just met and agreed to sleep with him without even knowing who he was. While he had feelings for me but couldn't declare them to me.

"Okay, enough of this; do you feel any better?"

"Of course I do; that was heavy, and I hope I didn't transfer the weight to you."

"Honestly, a little bit, but you don't need to worry; it's just because it's unexpected, and that's all there is."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, we should call V and see if she's alright; it has been an hour now."

Al picked up his phone from the table and called V. He put her on speaker, and she took her sweet time to answer. She'll have to stay the night; the weather isn't getting any better. She'll try to get on the first flight possible.

I called my mother and told her about V, and she offered that my dad would pick her up, and of course, V could stay as long as she wanted.

Al ordered pizza since we didn't have a proper lunch, and I sat on the other end of the couch with my laptop on my lap, organizing some data.

My mind was busy though; my best friend has just confessed his feelings to me—feelings that cost him his high school sweetheart and may cost our friendship, even if he's trying not to let it.

The problem is that I need to assess how I feel about this. Al is understanding and I really can't ask for anything or anyone better. But I don't know where my heart stands, not when Sam visits my thoughts now and then.

The memory of Sam is still vivid in my mind, and to my heart, whenever I think of him, my heart starts racing, and my mind goes back to that night over and over.

And I wonder if I do like him. Or is it just a stupid, mad infatuation?

I don't know if I can ever be sure if Sam is the right one for me. Or maybe I should revive what I had for Allen, even if I don't think that's going to be easy or possible.

He's now like a brother to me, and at this point, I don't think I'll find something to revive the feelings I once had. We never get the past day back. Once the sun sets, the day becomes nothing but a sole memory.

Al kept watching some TV shows, so I shut down my laptop and put it on the coffee table. I excused myself to take a shower.

Al wanted to leave. I told him he could stay the night as planned, but he insisted. I think he's trying to make the situation less awkward, but no matter what he does, the awkwardness will be there.

I tried to convince him that it was fine for him to stay, but he went home anyway. My words didn't offer any kind of solace to him; how could they when I can't even convince or comfort myself?

I took a bath. I needed to cleanse my thoughts, clear my mind, and maybe get a gasp of what I wanted, what would feel right, instead of just worrying about what was right.

All I ever did was try to take the right step at the right time, and everything that might cloud my judgment was something I'd avoid. I also tried not to get attached to things I may lose or things that may break my heart in any way.

It was a long day after all, and my bed was the only place where I could rest along with my worries.

All I want to do now is just take a moment for myself, let go of all of this, and forget it like it never happened.

So I hoped to fall asleep. Little did I know that all the words I heard today started haunting me, my subconscious self, making it impossible for sleep to take over. It's nearly midnight, and I'm still replaying today.

The door opened out of nowhere; two tall men just entered; One was more muscular than the other, and both were shirtless and, without doubt, hot. They made the room get warmer.

As they get closer to my bed, the faces become familiar, but I'm too focused on the sexiness my eyes are seeing now.

They separate their paths and get to the center of my bed, which means me, from different sides of my bed.

As they got closer, I realized the guy sitting on the left side of my bed was Sam, and the one on the left was Allen. What a surprise!

I don't know what I'm going to do about them being here, about me laying here in the middle of the bed while they're surrounding me, just like the thoughts surround me.

I looked to my left; he sat on the side of the bed, held my hand, and looked at me with his puppy eyes, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

On the other side was the other guy sitting, one hand on my forearm, the other on my cheek.

He leaned his face toward mine until there was no distance between us, and his lips pressed a soft peck on mine, making blood flush my cheeks. He lifted his upper body a few inches and looked into my eyes, saying "I've loved you for ages, Rose".

I felt another hand finding its way from my neck to my cheek, turned my face to the other side, and leaned for a kiss—a deep, passionate one.

He then took the liberty to let his hand wander across my body, going down to my underwear, my grandma's underwear, slid his fingers, and then his torrid touch found the dampness of my womanhood.

A slight tense feeling spread from his touch to reach every bone of my body.

What surprised me was Allen's hand joining Sam in their crusade over my body; my pussy was a war zone for a moment, and the battle kept getting intense. With Sam's fingers rubbing my clit and Allen's fingers going inside me, filling my throbbing pussy, moving across my walls.

My body moved, and I moaned at the movement of their fingers. I was an instrument, and they were playing a harmonious symphony.

My mind went blank, my hands on my boobs, trying to fasten the process of orgasming, only to hear the sound of a ringing phone. It was my alarm, and I opened my closed eyes.

As the sun was entering through the glass of my window, I reached for my phone, silencing the alarm. Realizing that no one was there, I had a dream about both of them hooking up with me at the same time.

If only things could get any weirder, a wet dream about two men is now all I was missing. I hope this will disappear as the day goes by like most dreams, even if this wasn't like most dreams, but let's hope.

I had a class this morning; after that, I have to go to the office, and I have no idea how things will go. Can I meet with Sam and see how things will go? How would we react to each other's presence?