Have you ever had one of those friends that you wanted as so much more than that? Well this is a story about one such friend of mine.
My name is Braderick. But everyone just calls me brad. This story starts in my 14th year of life. I was in the 7th grade for the second time around. I had failed not because of actual inability to do the work, I just didn't want to do it. But that's not what this story is about, its about her, the brown haired beauty of my dreams. Her name is, well, for her sake I wont even give a name. Just know that she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever meet. I first met her online actually, through instant messaging. And then when I saw her at school, I wasn't disappointed. she was cute then, her bright blue eyes were the first to catch my attention. Even if they were hidden behind small framed glasses that hung on her lightly freckled nose and her just developing body was hidden under a bulky pink hoodie. It was an awkward meeting since we had only talked online and now that we were face to face, I didn't know how to act. I was in my strange period like most boys at that age and naturally froze up around a girl that stunning. But as summer approached we began to hang out more and more, and grew closer as friends. But the entire time I held a desire for her, a longing to hold her in my arms and call her mine, a need to feel her warmth against me. And naturally, a want to feel those lips against mine.
It was during that summer that I took my biggest and most decisive action to date. I called her and told her I needed to see her, I needed to tell her something. I met her on the canal bank where we used to spend those warm summer days. We stood under the light post in the early midday sun. I couldn't tell you what day it was, or what either of us were wearing, but I do know that she looked beautiful with the sunlight bouncing off her sunglasses, the summer sun had tanned her skin to a beautiful shade of bronze and the freckles that lined the bridge of her nose and a bit of each cheek were barely visible. She smiled brightly at me and asked what I wanted to tell her. It was then that from inside me came this confidence that to this day baffles me. I told her I thought she was the most beautiful person in the world, and that I didn't have or need much time. All I wanted was one simple kiss. She just smiled and nodded and we both leaned into each other. In my young age I was probably a horrible kisser, but it didn't matter at that moment, nothing did. For me the world stopped and it was only us, my tongue timidly probing to find and meet hers. Her lips softer than velvet and sweeter than the finest candy the world had to offer. My heart felt like it stopped, in a good way, and I was in heaven for that moment. And just as soon as it had started, my first kiss was over.
Sadly, that's as far as it ever went. We grew up and slightly apart over the next couple years. I had my share of girlfriends and she had her boyfriends, and I thought my feelings for her had ended. But I was wrong. In my junior year of high school we ended up with the same science class, and if that wasn't bad enough, we sat next to each other. It didn't happen all at once however, we sat and joked and laughed like ordinary friends again. Being the smart kid in class, I let her copy my answers. We would smoke after school and everything was going just fine. But eventually the stirrings came once again.
The years had been extremely good to her, and the cute young girl of my dreams was now a stunning young woman. Her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders with a crystalline shine, even in the dim school lights. Her skin had a more rich, radiant tan, and the shorts she would often wear always complimented her long gorgeous legs and her tight rear. The budding breasts I'd remembered had developed into full and pert C-cups. And her eyes, god her eyes were always so captivating, so awe-inspiring. They seemed to take away any pain or trouble I had just by looking into mine, and when they were accompanied by that beautiful smile, it was impossible not to feel lighter than hydrogen.
Now in most happy love stories or erotic tails, whichever you personally qualify this as, this is the part where things begin to fall into place, but it wasn't. She dated a few people I knew and I secretly held my growing feelings inside, well I thought they were secret. She knew the whole time, but for whatever reason, just didn't think of me in that way. Most likely a bad case of B.B.S. (big brother syndrome). We stayed friends, again, and had other relationships, again, and it wasn't until after graduation that I'd really be close to her again. After school she had moved out to a beach side apartment, so it was difficult to see her. But on the days we did hang out, I felt a really strong sexual tension, stronger than usual. It started with her always showing me how her boobs had gotten bigger, then complimenting the size of my penis that she'd only seen briefly in an old video I had made with my ex. She walked around one day in just a towel and I about had a heart attack each time she turned at just the right angle and I could catch a glimpse of her soft bare legs and ass. And most recently we got a bit drunk playing ring of fire and she started talking about what turns her on sexually. She spoke of how she needed someone who makes all of her feel good, and I knew I could do everything she wanted and so much more for her, all while trying to hold back the familiar stirring in my pants. To make matters worse, she didn't have a bra on during this conversation. I tried as hard as I could not to look at her breasts, as the cool night air had her nipples standing at attention.
I was by no means sexually inept, in fact quite the opposite. I was in decent shape and moderate looks, but was most proud of my very healthy 7 and a half inch penis. But while that may only be slightly longer than average, I was blessed with a fair amount of girth, I kept my pubic region neatly groomed but what really made me a great lover as I've been told is the fact that I spend so much of my attention on the woman, making sure she is satisfied before I worry about myself. To me the ultimate pleasure of sex was the soft moans, the silent shrieks and full on screams of a woman in absolute ecstasy. But my fantasies were often filled with images of her in the throws of a powerful orgasm, one caused by me. These thoughts would usually trigger my own orgasmic release.
I couldn't take it any longer, I had to make her mine, I had to make her realize that I could give her everything she needed. I just wasn't sure how to do that yet. So I waited, again we hung out, we had planned to just go swimming and maybe share a bottle of parrot bay. Naturally I was all for it. The car ride there was about twenty minutes long, we talked and joked like best friends the entire time. But in my mind I was constantly thinking, constantly wondering. How was I going to do it, how would I make her mine.
We arrived at her apartment complex, we climbed the stairs and opened the door to her hallway. Normally I acted like it was a hallway in a zombie movie, but this time I was too enraptured in my own contemplations. We each got changed for the pool, still joking and talking as close friends. I think it was that she feared losing my friendship if a relationship went bad. But it was nonsense, I would always be her friend. I wore my brown board shorts and she came out in a bikini top, denim short-shorts, and my old aviator sunglasses. As usual my heartbeat quickened seeing her like that. I held my towel in front of me to attempt to hide my growing erection. We smiled and both walked towards the pool, I let her lead the way. I'll admit it was because I like the way her hips danced hypnotically in front of me, but I had to look away and hopefully quell the stirrings in my loins.
When we got to the pool it was empty and that's when it clicked, here is where it had to happen. I just still didn't know how it was going to happen, so again I waited for the perfect moment. Thankfully my erection had subsided and I quickly dove into the deep end and surfaced quickly. I looked up at her just in time to see her slipping off those shorts to reveal the matching bottoms of her suit. I bit my lip and groaned quietly as I looked away to keep myself under control. She jumped in not far from me and surfaced like some kind of mermaid from my dreams. Ever the joker, I decided to play around a bit like nothing was any different. I splashed her, she splashed me back I'd dunk her and pretend to swim away so she could catch up and dunk me. Some how in the midst of all of our wrestling she wound up in my arms. Once again I felt a confidence build inside me coming from god knows where. I held her in my arms and backed her up against the side of the pool.
