Friend Zoned
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 14: The Porcelain God
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Porcelain God - Wedge Donovan was a rough and ready weapons troop; Roxie Dawson was an aircraft electrician with a dark secret. They meet at Kunsan Air Base and the sparks fly. Wedge falls for this beauty, but he finds out that she's a lesbian. Being lonely and desperate for friendship, Wedge adjusts to life in the Friend Zone, but how long will that last? On the flightline, in the dorm, something's got to give.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Military Workplace Interracial Black Female White Male Masturbation Oral Sex
Wedge Donovan woke up and realized he was lying on the floor of his room. He had no memory of anything that happened after he left the squadron Christmas party. He blearily tried to recall what happened and realized that he had a mink blanket on him, and his head was on a pillow. “Are you awake?” asked Roxie. She was sitting in one of the easy chairs watching TV.
“No,” groaned Wedge. He realized what was going on in his head and stomach and crawled off to the bathroom and puked.
“Are you going to drink like that every time you get mad at me?” asked Roxie as she mopped his brow with a cool, moist washcloth.
“Not mad at you,” Wedge mumbled, and he sat back against the shower. “‘s ok, just give me time and I’ll be your bestie again.”
“Is that it, you’re mad at me because I said you were my bestie?”
“‘m not mad at you. I’m mad at me.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, and she knelt next to him, facing him.
“You are you and I am me,” he said with a slur, and he shrugged his shoulders. “You see me one way, but I thought you saw me a ‘nuther. ‘s my fault. I hope I didn’ embarrass you. Jus a dumbass ol’ redneck.”
“Wedge stop it!” she said.
“I let myself think that there was more, that you thought about me like I think about you. Then I saw you with all those guys ... you were so happy, and I was dying inside.” He banged his head against the shower stall and said, “Just give me time and I’ll pull my head outta my ass an’ be your bestie all proper.”
She put a hand on each side of his face and said, “Michael Aloysius Donovan, you’re pretty stupid when you drink.”
“Yup, I’m Irish.”
“No shit.” Then she softened. “There is more, I’ve never felt like this before, I have a bestie that makes my heart flutter when he’s around.”
“Roxie,” started Wedge, “I think I...” He gently put his hand on her shoulder, his fingers tangled in her long, raven hair. “I want to say that I...”
She stopped him with a gentle finger on his lips. “Not here, not on the bathroom floor all hung over and pukey. Let’s clean up first. Come on, let’s go lay down in bed.”
He crawled to the door when he remembered... “Awww, Roopy, why’d ya go an’ do it?” His stomach twisted in a hard knot, and he dove for the toilet.
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