Me and Justin had been best friends for the past few years, starting at the end of high school. We were just friends, and anything sexual would just make things awkward between us, so I just ignored the sexual thoughts I had about him during the start of our friendship. After four years of being friends, I changed that. I was at his house and I complained about my neck hurting, and when he rubbed it for me it caused me to get horny and wet. After that I went home and thought about what it would be like for him to do things to me. Since then I couldn't get the thought out of my head and it was starting to affect how I was acting around him.
***Later*** I sat on Justin's bed, trying not to get horny while he poked my thigh. Normally I would tell him to stop when he did things like that to annoy me, but I liked it too much. "Emmaaaa, why aren't you answering my question?" Now this is annoying. "I just don't want to." He poked my rib and caused me to laugh before he said, "I just wanna know if you did it with Mike while you were dating."
I didn't say anything. I always hated when he brought up things like that, but now even though I hate it it turns me on when he says things that embarrass me.
He poked my thigh again. "Emma," I sighed from being frustrated and defensive. "What?" He got a little closer to me and started talking in a less playful voice. "Have you ever had sex?"
I got off his bed and told him he was being offensive and that I was going to go get water. But God he made me horny, by the time I got in the kitchen to get away from him I was soaked.
***Later that night*** Me and Justin both laid on his bed. Usually we would lay there and talk, but not that time. He was talking but I wasn't. Between thinking about how I want to be with him but I know he wouldn't and thinking about the things I wanted him to do to me I was silent.
He was right there. I wanted him closer. "Em?" I hate when he says my name, it just means he's going to ask something I don't want to hear. "Yeah?"
"Why haven't you been talking to me the same? You keep acting different around me." I didn't answer him, I didn't know what to say. He sat up, so I did the same. He was looking at me, making my cheeks get red, and making me wet and making me hot there.
"You're being mean to me Emma." He smiled at me to show it was a joke. I smiled back but it was more of a shy and nervous smile, then I had to look away. "Emma." That time he said my name kind of serious, causing me to look at him.
"I have a question." I smiled a little. He says that everytime he wants to ask me something personal. "Would you have sex with me?" He surprised me by saying it, making me get wet, hot, and even more nervous. I immediately told him no, which only gave it away more. But he played along.
"What if I tried to with you, and I was going things you liked? What if you were really horny?"
