The Best Man II (Audio Script)

Stories

I really love this time of year.

I know it’s a little cliché, but there’s just something so romantic about all of it.

The decorations all over town… the food and drinks…

I mean, I would gladly enjoy pumpkin spice and hot mulled cider year-round if it were socially acceptable.

The cold weather is a huge plus, too.

I love when it’s too cold to go out and you just want to… I don’t know, curl up next to someone and watch movies all night.

My parents throw their annual Christmas party early in the season, so it’s always marked the official start of the holidays for me.

A house full of family and friends… everyone getting tipsy and overindulging on sweets.

It’s perfection.

“Hey.

One very hot, very mulled cider here for you.”

“Ooh, thank you. Oh… that is…

whew.”

“A little too strong on the mulled part, right?”

“Tastes like a lot of booze, and not much cider.”

“Pretty sure that’s because Nick was in charge of making it.”

My heart skips a beat at the mention of your name.

You’re around here, somewhere, but we’ve been trying to avoid talking too much.

I knew inviting my best friend to the holiday party was risky, especially with you and I having such a hard time keeping our hands off of each other, but… so far, so good.

I don’t think anyone suspects anything.

“Your mom and dad really went all out this year.”

“I know, I was just thinking that.

There’s probably five times as many lights as we had last year.”

“You think they’re trying to impress their new in-laws?”

“You know what? I hadn’t even thought of that, but probably.”

“So, how are they?

Everyone still getting along after the wedding?

No weird cousins you need to avoid?”

“No, no, actually, everyone is really great.

We’re… kind of one big family already.”

I scan the living room, and my eyes quickly find my brother and his wife.

I can’t help but smile at the sight of her hanging onto him with his arm draped over her.

I haven’t had that in so long.

My last serious boyfriend was like… three years ago.

Oh my god, can that be right?

Yeah, it must be.

I’ve been living that single life for a little too long now.

Not that I’m single, exactly, I don’t really know what—

“Oh, speaking of Nick—”

My mind snaps back to the moment at the mention of your name again.

Oh god, maybe she does know about us. Were we being too obvious earlier?

Not that it would be bad if anyone found out about us, but… I don’t know.

I just don’t really know where you and I are at.

It’s going well between us, like, really well, and I don’t want to jinx it by letting everyone know too soon.

“Natalie told me last weekend he was supposed to go on a date with her roommate, and he totally bailed.

Said he met someone.”

My whole body flushes with heat, and I take a long sip of my drink, hoping my cheeks aren’t turning red.

“Oh, really?

Did he say who?”

“No! But to cancel a date… that’s so unlike him.

He’s all about playing the field or whatever.

I just can’t imagine him actually settling down with someone, can you?”

“No, no… yeah, that’s unlike him.”

I glance through the crowd of people packed into our living room.

And… there you are.

You’re deep in conversation with my dad, but… your eyes meet mine almost instantly.

God, you look so good tonight.

I can’t believe it took me so many years to realize just how attractive you are.

All our witty banter and us roasting each other all the time was all just… some really weird kind of foreplay.

Since the wedding, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other.

We meet whenever we can.

It started with coffee dates, then dinners… then breakfasts after spending the night together.

I’ve never done the whole ‘secret relationship’ thing before, but it’s been kind of… fun, actually.

Your face changes as you realize I’m still looking at you.

You give me a subtle nod, and a devilish grin flashes on your face.

You glance briefly towards the kitchen, then back at me.

A moment later, you’re excusing yourself from the conversation.

“Hey, I, um—I just remembered my mom asked me to… remind her about the oven.

I’ll just—I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, yeah.

Go ahead, I’ll be here.”

I set my drink on the table and slowly wind my way through the crowd of people filling up our living room.

My heart is beating faster the closer I get to the kitchen.

“Hey, you.”

I barely have time to glance around the kitchen to make sure we’re alone before you pull me into your arms.

“Oh! Hey.

Are you trying to get us caught?”

“Maybe.”

You brush a strand of hair out of my face with a gentle touch.

I know I’m smiling like an idiot, but I can’t help it.

You canceled a date… for me.

We haven’t had that whole ‘are-we-exclusive’ conversation yet, but I’m guessing that’s going to come sooner or later.

“I, uh… I heard something interesting about you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, apparently you’ve been canceling dates… clearing your roster.

People seem to think you’re getting serious about someone.

Who could that be, I wonder?”

“Hmmm…”

You lean in and your lips graze my cheek as you whisper in my ear.

“What if I was?”

“Well, who says I want that?

What if I want to play the field a bit more?”

“Oh, you don’t want that.”

“No? Why not?”

You slide your hand up my leg, dragging my skirt up a bit, and your hand rests on my thigh.

“I know what you want.

You want me.

Just me…

and… you want me right now, in fact.”

“Is that so?”

Your hand slides up my leg a little more, and your fingertips graze against my bare pussy. You drag your teeth across your bottom lip.

“Well, wearing no panties at this party, hoping we’d get some alone time?

It’s pretty clear what you want.”

“… maybe.”

“Say it.”

Oh god, you’re so insufferable.

And so hot…

“I want you… just you.”

“Good.

I’ll tell you what: you come with me right now, and I’m all yours.”

Your hand slides out from under my skirt, and you take a step back to lean against the wall.

You’re looking me up and down with that hungry look that makes my knees weak.

I grab your hand and practically pull you across the room, leading us down the back hallway and up the stairs.

Someone could easily come up here and find us if they need to use the bathroom. It’s a stupid risk, but… I don’t care.

I need you right now.

“In here, come on…”

As soon as we get through my old bedroom door, your lips are on my neck.

My hands fumble with the belt on your jeans, and I pull them down.

You unzip the back of my skirt, and it falls to the floor.

Your hands are gentle but firm as you push me back onto the bed and settle on your knees between my legs.