This story is about how my best friend became my lover.
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Well, My story begins a few years ago, back in college. It was second period, and I had noticed my friend Erin looked depressed. Now, that's not something normal. Usually shes' full of life, energetic, fun, and happy.
At the end of the day I went over to the tree she was sitting under and when she saw me, she gave a hopeless smile and beckoned me to sit down. I sat down and placed my arm around her sholder. For a long time we both stayed silent. Then I finially said: "Erin, you look a bit down today.. Is everything OK?"
She looked up at me and started to cry. I hugged her tight and gently said: "Easy, easy, it'll be OK."
Once she calmed down, she started to talk.
"You're right. I am." She said, in a very depressing voice.
"Well then, tell me what happen." I requested. Her and I shared everything.
"It's Jack. He's been cheating on me and I just found out last night." She said, in a very un-easy voice. Now I was pissed off. I knew that scum would go and do something like this. I never liked the guy, he was a prick.
"I saw another woman sucking him off," She continued.
I gently ran my fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down.
"Well forget about him, he was just a prick anyway. You can get someone way better than him."
She looked up and me again and smiled another hopeless smile.
Now, Erin was 5'6, slim, but fit body, emerald eyes that sparkled, long brown-gold hair only that of a goddess could have, and a very kind and gentle personality. She was the perfect girl. No one deserved her. But she deserved the best.
"C'mon, I'll walk you home." I said, even though Her and I always walked home. We lived with eachother in a small apartment, and we split any cost or bill. It's alot better that way, ever since her dad and mom died. She needed someone to be there for her, and, well, I was her best friend. I knew from the first day I met her that I'd always be there for her, and the other way around.
She and I got up and slowly walked home, looking around for things to laugh at. I had to get her to forget about Jack.
When we got home, I un-locked the door and headed for the kitchen, since it was my turn to cook. But she ran ahead of me and said: "Oh no, not today. Today, I cook."
We were both good cooks, but she was certainly the better. I nodded my head and went to the living room and sat down on the love seat.
Around thirty minutes later, she came in with two plates of her best work. After we finished eating, I got up and did the dishes, then sat back down. Nothing good was on, so I just flipped to the news in hope of something interesting. Erin snuggled close to me and rested her head on my sholder, and I placed my arm around her's and gently rubbed. She needed physical contact. She always did.
Only around five minutes later did I notice her hand on my thigh. Now, that was normal, I thought. But another two minutes and it was even higher. 'What's going on?' I thought to myself. After I bit I noticed I had a hard-on. That was also normal. I always had one around her. Who didn't?
She soon was asleep on my sholder. I decided it would be best to let her sleep like that, with her having a rough week and all.