The Beautiful Tigress

I am not sure when I first became aware - consciously aware, that is - that I was physically attracted to her. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but DAMMIT! it wasn't like that. I had a deep and genuine affection for Charlotte - far beyond simple sexual longing - and I would not, could not, do anything to hurt her or mess up our friendship. But, as much as I wanted to deny it, I was fantasizing about her sexually a lot. Imagining her small, lithe, body spread eagle beneath mine; day dreaming of wrapping my hands around her slender waist as I emptied my balls into her little quim.

It was stupid, it was nuts, it was impossible - and it left me feeling like shit. I mean, Charlotte looked to me for stability and security; my apartment had become her refuge. She trusted me to act like a more mature, rational adult and yet when she stood next to me it was all I could do not to start fantasizing .....?