(This story is unbelievably cheesy, I know. But hey, I was in a weird, sappy mood the other night.)
It was the same routine every week. Shelly would come over on Friday night, we'd sit together and watch the latest episode of Star Trek, then we'd discuss it for a while, and then finally, before she left, Shelly would get down on her knees and suck me off. I don't really have any idea how it all began, but one night, she just gave me blowjob out of the blue. I didn't complain or ask why; I just sat back and enjoyed it. I would never think of Shelly as anything more than just my best friend. I had never even considered taking our relationship any further than that, but sometimes I couldn't help it, especially lately as I watched her hungrily slurp my cock and tongue my balls. She made me so horny.
I was a geek, plain and simple. I didn't care, and I was proud of it. I was addicted to Star Trek, computers, and video games, and I looked the part as well. I was a little overweight, with flaming orange hair and glasses. I had freckles and braces and sometimes, just as a gag, I wore suspenders. My friends and I made a joke of it, and no one messed with us, because we made fun of ourselves.
Shelly was a geek at heart, but she showed no signs of being one on the outside. She had the looks of a cheerleader, with straight blonde hair and a pair of dazzling green eyes. Her face was gorgeous. She had full, red lips and a fantastic smile. Her body was amazing too. Her full C cup breasts and round, shapely ass made her the envy of every brain dead jock in school, but she would have nothing to do with them. Shelly resembled a Playboy centerfold, just waiting to be discovered, but she didn't even know it. She dressed conservatively, unlike the other slutty girls at school, often wearing just plain jeans and sweaters.
Neither of us was sexually active, so just to say that we had done things, we'd experiment with each other. Shelly was the only girl I had ever kissed, touched, or received head from. She was just as curious as I was, and sometimes we'd surf porn sites just to find things to try out. Our friendship of 11 years was very, very strange, I suppose you could say, but we loved each other and it didn't matter.
We were both eighteen, and unlike most of the other seniors in our High School, we had both moved out of our parents' houses and had rented apartments on either side of town, and even though we lived fifteen minutes away, we were inseparable.
Tonight, Star Trek was just a rerun, and Shelly had to leave early anyway, so she got right to the blowjob. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and knelt in front of me, pulling my knees apart and resting her hands in her lap. She unzipped my jeans and pulled both them and my boxers down to my ankles. My erect cock stared her right in the face, and she eyed it eagerly. Reaching out to grasp it and then sliding it between her lips and down her throat, Shelly started to suck and boy, could she suck. I had never had a blowjob from any other girl, but I could tell that Shelly was very good at what she did.
She had already stuffed the first fives inches of my penis into her mouth, but she was determined to get the full seven and a half. She succeeded, and soon was slurping away at my entire shaft. She took a break about halfway through to catch her breath, and while she did, she casually licked the head of my cock, tracing her tongue all over and tenderly nibbling my balls. She then lovingly planted kisses all over the shaft and then used her hand to slap it repeatedly against her tongue.
I finished that night by shooting ropes of my hot semen down her throat. She happily swallowed it and continued sucking until I had gone limp again. Then, she laid her head down on my lap to catch her breath and I softly stroked her hair before bending down to softly peck her on the head and whisper a quick "I love you" in her ear. She got up and sat on my lap, something she had never done before. As she put her arms around the back of my neck, she looked me straight in the eyes.
"Matt, you...like when I do that, don't you?"
I raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Are you trying to ask if I'm gay?"
She smiled back.
"No, no, it's just...if we weren't friends, would you want me to do that to you?"
"If you're trying to ask if I think that you're attractive, then my answer is yes."
She bit her lower lip and stared at me for a moment. It was a strange look, almost of desire, something I would never suspect Shelly of having towards me. She kissed me gently on the cheek, pressing her soft lips against me longer than she usually did and sending sharp pangs of pleasure shooting through my body. She then got off my lap before donning her jacket and waving goodbye. I simply smiled back, my pants still at my ankles and a dazed look on my face.
After Shelly left, I opened up my laptop which was lying at my feet and went to an advice forum on the internet. I inquired as to what I should do in my current dilemma. My best friend and I had been having casual sex for years, and had thought nothing of it, but lately I was beginning to have stronger sexual feelings toward her. I checked back a few hours later, and a fellow poster encouraged me to pursue my emotions and confront Shelly on the issue. It was time, I decided, to do just that.
I returned home from work the following day to find Shelly sitting on my couch, but it wasn't the Shelly that I had seen the night before. She no longer had on her simple, purple sweater and jeans, but instead carefully-applied make-up, a tight-fitting v-neck that displayed rather prominently her ample cleavage and a very short denim miniskirt. She had seemingly kicked off her high heels and was casually surfing the channels on the TV when I took off my coat and sat beside her. She smiled warmly at me.
"I thought I'd come by and cook you dinner, and then we could watch some movies. What do you say?"
I nodded enthusiastically, but I was still rather puzzled by her appearance.
"That sounds great, what's on the menu?"
She scooted closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh.
