This is my entry into the Valentine's Day contest and my third story. Any feedback and votes would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and enjoy.
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I was almost done working for the day night when my best friend Violet texted, me asking when I was off. I told her in just an hour. She asked if I wanted a ride home from work and to hang out for a bit since she knew my car was out of commission. I'm the type of person who likes to plan out social activities ahead of time. I like to go out and do things but I need to prepare myself mentally. The only person I didn't mind doing things spontaneously with was Violet. This was a good thing because it seemed like that was the only way she ever decided to do anything. She was always inviting me to movies, concerts, and on road trips randomly. I would love to go everywhere with her, but almost every time I have work, so when she asked to see me after work I jumped at the opportunity to spend time with her. With a renewed amount of energy, I helped finish closing the coffee shop that I worked at. I was done a good 15 minutes earlier than the time I had thought I would be.
We have known each other since 5th grade. I have had a crush on her ever since we first played tag during recess. Our friendship kind of ebbed and flowed while we were growing up. In 7th grade I used to walk her to and from school. We grew apart after that year and didn't start talking again till our Junior year in high school. She was the girl that everyone seemed to be friends with while my circle of friends stayed small. Often the only time I would see her was at a distance, her long jet-black hair blowing in the wind or from a casual toss of her head.
She came back into my life again like my own personal Haley's comet. We kept on running into each other in and outside of school. During one of these chance meetings she invited me to see a movie. We hit it off and after that, it seemed like all my free time was spent with her through the rest of high school and into college.
I have never confessed my feelings for her because I knew that they weren't mutual. At first, I thought we didn't end up dating because one of us was always in a relationship, usually her, and we just couldn't be single at the same time. I finally stopped trying to read too much about her always wanting to spend time with me. It was then that I started to notice how often she said how much I was like a brother to her. As badly as I wanted to be with her she was still my best friend and if that was the only way I could have her in my life then I was fine with that.
We would always buy each other gifts randomly and for every holiday, including Valentine's Day. in our Freshman year of college, we found ourselves both single on the worst day to be single. Violet had just gotten out of a nearly year-long relationship. She was the type of girl who put all her effort into her relationship and tried her best to make them work. After finding out her boyfriend had been putting all his effort on cheating on with other girls and then broke up with her when confronted she took it horribly.
I knew the usual box of chocolates wouldn't be good enough so I asked her if she wanted to do something together on Valentine's Day. I made sure to try and clarify that it was as friends before she might be weirded out by it. She interrupted me by saying she would love to go.
Even though it was just our usual hang out of dinner and a movie she still took the time to get ready. For the rest of the night I got to pretend like the beautiful girl with me was my girlfriend. After the movie she invited me inside. When we were first starting to be friends I would always think that this was it, this was the moment where we end up having sex together. We would go to her room and watch hours of Netflix together. Most of the time I was with her at her house would be spent giving her a full body massage. That Valentine's Day I thought that this was it, this was the moment I had been waiting for. I took my time on her and tried my best to pour my feelings for her through my touch. I had thought any moment she was going to roll over and look at me with a sultry look that I had imagined so many times before on her face and then we would make love.
I started to massage her legs for her while she laid on her stomach. I slowly worked my way up from her calves to her muscular thighs. As I worked my way higher she parted her legs to give me access to her inner thighs. My heart was beating frantically as I thought this was it, it was finally going to happen. I was inching my way towards my goal. I could hear her breathing getting heavier. My fingers were just inches from her pussy when she let out a moan. This encouraged me and I was about to go to the point of no return when she made another sound. After she inhaled she let out a low rumble of a snore. She had fallen asleep.
I pulled my hands away, not wanting to take advantage of my sleeping best friend. I was so close. I moved over to the side of the bed that was my side when I spent the night. I sat up with my back resting against the wall, staring at whatever we had playing on Netflix but not paying attention to it. I breathed in and out, willing my beating heart to slow down and my throbbing erection to go away before I did something I would regret.
Right when I was calmed down Violet stirred in her sleep. She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and asked, "Hey, why did you stop?" did she mean stop massaging her, or stop what I had been about to do?
"You fell asleep."
"So." She said. She extended her arm out to me to massage. Not even five minutes later I heard her faint snoring again. I was used to staying up later than her so I was up till around two in the morning massaging her and watching movies on Netflix.
I spent the night a lot over the next three years and most nights would play out like that night during our Freshman year of college. I would massage her beautiful body for hours, craving that I could be with her. The next two years we both found ourselves single again, so we did our Valentine's date. I hoped that maybe those would be the days that finally a spark would light between us and we would finally get together. With each Valentine's Day that passed without the spark lighting, I grew more willing to finally make peace with the fact that sometimes no matter how much you wish it so, sometimes you just can't start a fire.
She pulled up, The Weeknd's latest song blasting from her car. When I got in she was dancing and singing along to the music. She was always so full of energy and happiness that to try and match her level would be impossible for me. Violet had that manic pixie girl look going for her, but she would kill me if I ever said that to her face. She loved getting piercings. She had her ears gaged with small gages, multiple ear piercings, and a nose ring. She had a few tattoos, including a Deathly hallows symbol on the back of one hand and a tri-force on the other. She changed her hair color often, this time it was jet black with violet tips. She was a little overweight. The only place the extra weight showed was in her slight gut and her large D cup breasts. She had been working out for over a year to lose her extra weight and now had toned arms, legs, and a tight ass.
We went to one of our favorite local restaurants and ate some burgers and fries. After eating I thought that she was going to take me home, but I noticed her driving towards her house instead. I had been looking forward to going home and decompressing but hanging out with Violet didn't seem like a bad way to unwind after work. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm stealing you for the night," she said.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed that," I said with a laugh. A few minutes later we were at the apartment that she shared with a mutual friend. While Violet was an early bird compared to me, her roommate was basically prehistoric when compared with when I woke up. If her roommate didn't work the next morning then we would often hang out in the living room, but when she did work we would hold up in Violet's room so we didn't have to be as quiet.
