I sat alone on the couch, watching some sports game, when the doorbell rang. I jumped up and opened it, to find my beautiful best friend Chrissy.
"Hey, you busy?" She asked, walking in before I could answer.
"Pfft, like that'd stop you." I replied casually, sipping my beer before following her to the couch.
"Ooh, must really be a slow day, for you to watch sports." She commented, falling on the lounge with a flop.
"Hey, I watch sports sometimes!"
"Alright, what are we watching right now then?" She asked looking me in the eyes, with an eyebrow raised.
"Uhh..." I murmured, watching the players punch the ball over a net. "Punchball?" I guessed. Chrissy began to squeal in laughter.
"That's not even a sport!" She gasped between giggles. After she died down, she pulled out a game I'd been meaning to play, and got up to put the disc in. As she did, I thought about her. She wore a baggy hoodie that made it impossible to tell her breast size, jeans that made her butt look amazing, and sneakers. She had no makeup on, but had fair complexion and long flowing black hair. She was short, and very skinny, but in a healthy way. All in all, a very comfortable look, yet somehow was incredibly sexy when she wore it. She unfortunately turned around quickly to find me staring at her butt.
"What, tired of Cyndi's butt already?" She teased, as she sat back down.
"What? No! I didn't- s-shut up." I stammered, as she passed me the controller.
"That was smoother than your pickup lines!" She laughed. My cheeks turned slightly red, but fortunately she was too busy setting up the game to notice. Cyndi is my current girlfriend of one month. We met at a party, and I thought she was hot and nice. Chrissy was there, but she knew better than to mess with me while I was trying to pick up a girl, despite how terrible I was at it. Chrissy didn't drop it until a week later, and still she makes the odd joke about them. Cyndi found my attempts cute, and I managed to score a date three days later. I haven't had sex yet, but I have had and done a couple things with her.
"Yo dude, pick your character." Chrissy called out, waving her hand in front of my face.
"What? Sorry, I spaced out a minute ago..." I said vaguely, focusing on the game.
"You shoulda told me my butt's that good, I could pick up dudes so much easier." She grinned.
"I doubt you could pick them up, being so short!" I said, putting my hand on her head to measure.
"You dick, I thought we agreed no short jokes for me!" She said, punching my arm.
"Yeah, well we also agreed no digs about my pickup lines." I said, smirking.
"But they're just SO bad, how can I not make fun of them?" she replied.
"Bad as they are, at least they worked. When was the last time your 'lines' worked?" I teased, expecting her to not answer.
"Last night, thank you very much." She told me proudly.
"Your hand doesn't count, you've told me that enough times." I joked.
"But vibrators do." She said, her cheeks turning a shade darker.
"How many dicks did you suck to get that much money? I thought you were behind on rent money or something?" After high school, where we met, she decided she wanted to be dependent immediately, and moved out the day she graduated. She only works in retail, so her pay isn't too high, but she's scraping by. I often offer to lend money whenever she mentions being a little behind, but she refuses, I suppose it would break the point of being independent, to her at least.
"Oh, I just worked overtime, it's all fine now." She answered. We continued to play games for a while, until it got late.
"Well shit, I just meant to pop over for an hour, I actually had something more important than you to do tonight."
"More important than me to do tonight?" I inquired. Her eyes grew wide and she started to frown.
"That is not what I meant and you know it." She said, rather than some retort. I got mesmerised by her eyes for a moment, a dark brown colour but shining, the kind of eyes you'd want to explore with your own, to stare deeply into for hours. I shook my head, and realized I had yet to make a witty remark.
"I dunno, you did blush as you said it, I think you knew..." I winked, and started to unbutton my shirt, starting at the top.
"Oh god, please don't, I actually want to keep my sexual fantasies for when I'm home, thank you very much." She told me. We both froze as she said that. We sat on the couch, and looked at each other. Eventually, she spoke up.
"That didn't come out right." She muttered, her voice a tiny squeak that I found adorable.
"That's what she said?" I joked, to ease the tension. She started snickering, which I was glad to accomplish. After she finished laughing, she told me what she meant.
"I just meant I try not to think about sexual stuff out of the home, not that I think about... you." She explained.
"Well what's wrong with me?" I asked, winking.
"Well you're my best friend, I mean, you don't think of me like that, right?" She asked. I paused, to think of what to say. The truth was that I thought about her most of the time. I mean, she's been my friend since seventh grade, which conveniently, was the year I learnt how to masturbate. Even from that early age, I had been thinking of her. The unlucky side was that I became her friend, and as beautiful as she was, no matter how much I thought of her as the cutest girl in the world, I didn't want to ruin that friendship with emotions and sex and losing something that has been such a part of my life.
"I try not to, but sometimes a picture gets into my head for no reason. It's hard being a guy." I sighed.
"Oh please, only one part about being a guy is hard." She said, her finger gently poking my dick to demonstrate. Chrissy had never touched me sexually, and I happened to be wearing loose track pants that day, so my dick sprang to attention immediately and Chrissy couldn't have pretended not to notice. "My point exactly." She grinned. I didn't say anything, feeling awkward since Chrissy has never seen me with a boner before. At least not with it being obvious. Noticing my embarrassment, she got serious for a moment.
"Hey, don't worry about the boner dude, I don't care if you get one around me. I mean I am a girl after all." She smiled gently. It took all my strength not to kiss her soft lips then and there.
"Whoa, hold on, you're a girl?" I asked, my embarrassment fading fast.
"You didn't realize? Are you sure you're straight?" She asked.
"About as straight as my dick."
"Pfft, was that one of your pick up lines because that was just bad, dude." She told me, patting me on the back as she got up.
"Where you going?" I asked, my dick softening as I got up.
"Gotta head home, I've got an early shift tomorrow." She said as she swung her bag over her shoulder.
"Oh right, 'early shift.'" I imitated a blowjob and smirked as she sighed.
"You wish. If I started doing that you'd probably be first in line." She winked at me. We said our goodbyes and she left.
I ended up not seeing Chrissy for another week, at a very bad time. Cyndi decided to take me shopping with her, for lingerie. Cyndi was only a little shorter than me, blonde with short hair, bright blue eyes and lips that most guys dream of. Her tits were huge, and had an ass like no other. She was more defined as 'hot' rather than 'beautiful' or 'cute' like Chrissy, but nonetheless she was a great catch, physically. She was also a gymnast, training for the Olympics, which was impressive. She has shown me a few of her moves, so to speak, over the month we've been dating. She went into a change room in the corner with a few different sets, and I sat leisurely on a couch positioned between the walls, with a good few of the door.
I sat, cross legged for obvious reasons, when I saw Chrissy walk in. My eyes widened, as I hadn't quite introduced Cyndi and Chrissy yet, and now didn't feel like a good time. I was wondering what to do when she noticed me.
I heard a curtain rattle and looked to the change rooms where Cyndi revealed herself in a black frilly bra, connected to equally frilly panties by a thin thread. Both girls spoke at the same time and then looked at each other.
"Hey!" Chrissy yelled, waving her hand at me, before turning to look at Cyndi.
"So what do you think?" Cyndi asked, her hands on her hips when she turned to look at Chrissy.
"Erm, so both of you haven't met. Cyndi, this is my best friend Chrissy. Chrissy, this is my girlfriend Cyndi." I stammered nervously, my voice cracking as I spoke. If the circumstances weren't so awkward, Chrissy probably would have made fun of me for that. Chrissy stood frozen for a moment, before extending a hand.
"Hi, I've been a friend of his for a while, he's told me a lot about you! How are you?" Chrissy asked, trying to be as friendly as possible. Cyndi just stayed standing in the dressing room, her hands on her hips, looking unimpressed.
"Get rid of her. You can't be friends with her while you date me." Cyndi said eventually, turning and shutting the curtain.
"What?!" Chrissy and I yelled at the same time.
"I'm not 'getting rid of her' like that. She's the closest friend I've ever had." I said defensively. She pulled the curtain open, her bare breasts exposed, and told me directly.
"You will date her if you do not get rid of her. You have to choose, me or her." She seemed to jiggle her boobs a little as she talked, almost on purpose. I looked at her, with her magnificent tits and gorgeous supermodel face, and then at little Chrissy, who only came up to my chest. Who almost never wore makeup. Who always wore t-shirts and jeans and hoodies, and whom I've known for half of my life, and I knew my decision.
"I don't know if I'll date her, but either way I refuse to date someone who would force me to lose Chrissy." I spat each word as if it were poison. "Goodbye." And with that, I grabbed Chrissy by the hand and stormed out of the shop.
"Well she was a bitch." Chrissy said, absently twirling her straw in her drink. We stopped in a small fast food joint to grab lunch.
"You can say that again. What reason did I have to date her?" I sighed to myself.
