“Get what?” I asked as I put the cold stuff in the fridge. I was fascinated with this fridge. It looked so old on the outside, I half expected mold and fungus when I opened it, but it had a pleasantly modern interior.
“Bradley told me you didn’t have female friends. Well, ones you didn’t sleep with anyway. But you seem to be doing okay with me. Mind you, it’s only been a couple of weeks and I’ve barely seen you, so it’s probably a bit premature to go making assumptions about you.” I turned with a frown set in place and Andi’s expression suddenly morphed to one of shock. “That’s not why you’re here now is it? Is this a booty call? Because I’m flattered and all, but you’re not really my type. I mean, you’re hot, but you’re Bradley’s best friend for goodness sake. And I’ve known you forever, not that I really know know you anymore. I mean, people change, right? And it’s been like thirteen, fourteen years? But even if I got to know know you, I think having sex would be weird. Shit, that’s not going to make things awkward is it? Me rejecting you?”
I laughed at her rambling. “Cool it, Country. I’m not doing this in some attempt to get into your cotton-tail panties and I’ve got plenty of female friends, most of whom I’ve slept with, but we still maintain friendships. I’m not a total ass. And there is nothing to reject because I’m not interested either.” I wasn’t interested. My dick seemed to be, but I wasn’t. It was a physical response, nothing more—just wanted to get that straight. Andi relaxed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, chewing on her bottom lip in thought.
“What makes you think my panties are cotton?” she said with a smirk.
I laughed. “You’ve got that look, you know, immensely comfortable not only in your own skin but also in your underwear.”
Andi grinned as she grabbed another slice of pizza. “So, friends…without benefits, you’re cool with that?” she asked with her mouth full of food again. It was kinda disgusting, but I liked her unladylike manners.
“I’ve got a feeling it will be no hardship being your friend, Andi. Just keep your clothes on and we’ll be fine.” I joked, sort of…not really. I was pretty sure if I saw her naked, I would either unman myself by coming in my pants or jump her bones like a mindless animal.
“Cool. Well, since you think you got me and my cotton-tails all figured out, how about you tell me a little more about yourself.”
I leaned against the counter opposite her. “It seems like Bradley filled you in on quite a bit.” She passed me the pizza box, and I grabbed a slice. Damn, the little beast had eaten half the pizza already.
“He obviously didn’t get your profession right. What do you do?”
I shook my head. No way was I telling her that now. I was fairly sure she would no more want to be friends than shovel shit. Why it felt imperative to be her friend, I had no idea. Maybe it was because I had known her for so long that I felt a sense of protectiveness towards her. Maybe it was because she was my best friend’s family. Or it was quite possible my dick was in charge right now and I wasn’t thinking straight.
“Nu huh, that’s one you’re going to have to figure out on your own. Ask me something else.”
“Fine. Do you wear cotton underwear?”
I laughed easily. I was actually enjoying a girl’s company, and I wasn’t trying to get in her panties. My body was enjoying her company on a whole other level, and I was pretty sure I was going to have to have words with my protesting cock, but I actually liked being here, just hanging out. Andi was easy-going and genuine; she lacked the tiring intensity and predatory sexual nature of most of my female friends, and in turn, I found myself comfortable around her.
“I don’t wear underwear,” I confessed, and she blushed.
“Did you have a dog when you were a kid?” she asked quickly, changing the subject.
“Ummm, no. Why?” She shrugged, grabbing for another piece of pizza. The girl was a machine.
“I just wanted to know if you were one of those cute little boys who had a dog named Buddy that went everywhere with you and you loved with your whole heart and soul, or if you were one of those disturbing little kids who plucked the wings off flies and got off on torturing kittens.” I didn’t answer, I just stared at her, trying to figure out this random thought process. “Men who have pets and treat them well tend to do the same with people. It’s a sign of character.”
I shook my head at her logic, but answered her anyway, “I had a cat named Axel Rose. He was sixteen-years-old when he died of old age. He slept at the bottom of my bed every night, and I never once forgot to feed him.” I liked cats. Bradley was most likely the only other person to know that fact.
“Really? Axel Rose?” she asked with a wistful smile. I nodded and Andi got a dreamy look on her face.
“The only man who could wear lycra bike pants and look sexy. I would have married him, but he didn’t do country. That was a deal breaker right there.” I wasn’t sure any man looked good in bike pants. “Tea or coffee?” she burst out suddenly.