Be aware, this is a story about love and passion, so it's probably not for you if you're looking for a quick way to get off! I thought it best to let you know that this entire series contains a mix of One-on-One, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, and Anal, just in case that's not clarified by the category the stories are in. Also, everyone is 18 or over and is completely fictional. This is my first story so please, please, PLEASE leave feedback if you could!
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Vietnam, 4:33 pm
"Shit, do you see it!? Where is it coming from!?"
"There it is! Over there!"
"Get down, don't let it see you!"
"It?" Holly gave me a look like she knew what she wanted me to say.
"Fine, 'he'" I conceded, rolling my eyes, she giggled as she peeked over the window sill of our jeep.
"Why do we have to duck, I don't think we're going to scare him just by looking at him," she pouted slightly.
"No, probably not, but I just like messing with you when you get all flustered like that." I grinned at her, she slapped me across the arm, her pout becoming more pronounced and her brow furrowed.
"Oh, really?" I said as my expression changed to a mischievous smile. Holly's eyes widened as she instantly realized what trap she had walked into.
"Oh no. Danny, no, don't you- ah! No, stop it, stop ihihit...!" Holly could barely form coherent sentences as I tickled her side. And with her other side pressed up against the jeep door, she had nowhere to run. I took full advantage of that.
"Oh! Ah, Dan- Danny, please, ah!" I stopped tickling her and she laid against the door for a few seconds to catch her breath and regain her strength. I looked out the window as she did this and couldn't help but let out a triumphant "ah-ha!"
"Huh, what?" Holly muttered as she turned to look out the window. The monkey that had swooped out of the trees to land on a branch of a mango tree near the car had disappeared off into the jungle.
"I guess you did scare it off after all." I smirked triumphantly at her.
"Him," she corrected me. "Monkeys are people too."
She sat up straight in her seat as she said this. I was about to tell her how very untrue what she just said was, but I figured I might as well just leave it. I sat up in my seat and started the jeep back up. It was a long drive back to the hotel from here and I was dying for a shower. Vietnam sure was humid...
The Hotel, 5:14 pm
"Hurry up your little buns, we'll be late!" I called into the bathroom, teasing Holly about how long it takes her to get ready.
"It's like quarter after five, reservations aren't till six!" she called back out. She didn't sound annoyed, so at least she knew I was joking.
"How do you know what time it is," I asked her through the door, "you're in the shower."
"It was about five when I got in," she answered testily, "I can tell time you know!"
"Teenagers", I groaned, just loud enough so that she would be able to hear as the water shut off.
"What do you mean, 'teenagers'!? You're a teenager too, dumbass!" She yelled back.
I laughed at that, then flopped down on the queen-size bed waiting for her to get out of the bathroom so that I could shower. As I stared at the Asian-patterned ceiling I smiled to myself, thinking back on what a journey our lives had been. Holly and I were both 19, and right now we were travelling Asia for a few months before starting college. Holly and I were attending the same college since it wasn't too far from home, so you would think that we wouldn't mind some time apart before spending 4 more years together. But if you knew us, you would think the exact opposite.
Holly and I have been friends since I moved into the neighborhood at the age of 7. For the first 9 or so years, we had had a typical (but also very close) girl/boy friendship: a lot of teasing, making fun of each other, pulling on pigtails, etc. You get the point. But around my 17th birthday, when my then-girlfriend Taylor dumped me, I fell for Holly. Hard. At first she was just there for me, constantly comforting me, helping me out at school, visiting me day after day, and doing things with me all the time to take my mind off of the breakup. And, for her, I think, that's all it was. But for me, that's when things changed.
At first, I thought I was just being silly. I had a lot of reasons to believe my feelings for Holly weren't genuine; I was rebounding, hurting, vulnerable. She was being so caring and motherly about the whole thing, but I was just mistaking my gratitude towards a best friend for other feelings. I thought that must have been it. But then I started comparing. Comparing my experiences with Taylor to those that I had had with Holly. I'd always assumed that the warm feeling I got inside when I saw Holly was just a deep friendship, but it occurred to me in those moments that I never got that feeling, or anything even remotely close when I was with Taylor, even though I had thought that I loved her. The realizations all came at once and flooded my mind, and I was all of a sudden in love with my best friend.
But the worst part, the part that I would always regret, was that I did nothing about it. I was scared. I knew our bond was close, but I also knew women were generally more emotional than men. Because of that, I doubted my ability to judge whether or not she felt the same way I felt, and, since I was loathe to do any little thing that could ruin our friendship, I simply did nothing. Of course, that didn't stop me from throwing in the odd hint here and there to gauge her reactions. In a way, our relationship grew to a new level because of it, but it was still one step shy of where I wanted it to be. I wonder what she was thinking when I showed her my new favourite song, "Lucky I'm In Love With My Best Friend"...
"Ta da! How do I look?" Holly asked as she burst out the bathroom door.
She was wearing a gorgeous purple dress that cut off slightly above the knees. It was tight and revealing, but not enough to get anyone in trouble. I was gonna be in trouble though if I couldn't peel my eyes away from her wonderful 34C breasts and adorable bubble butt. Actually, that word was perfect for Holly. Adorable. She had the cutest face, button nose, and a hint of freckles across her cheeks. Best of all, she was only 5'6". I like shorter girls. Her hair was brown and it hung just below her shoulders. Now, however, it was styled simply but very effectively to hang straight and curl at the ends, and it hung slightly over her right eye.
"Stunning." Was all I could get out, as my voice cracked from both her striking beauty and the lingering thoughts of my true feelings for her. She must have been expecting a bit more playful banter as she gave a quizzical look at my serious expression, but then she smiled at the compliment.
"Thanks," she said sincerely. "I'm going to go finish putting on my earrings, just give me one second!"
I grabbed my clothes as she rushed back into the bathroom and turned to enter just as she came darting out. We bumped into each other and laughed, then I closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower.
The Restaurant, 5:58 pm
Once we got down to the restaurant and got seated, we were right on time. Holly didn't let me forget it either, even though she knew I had only been joking upstairs.
The conversation was great. We ate, talked, laughed, planned our flight tomorrow and talked about college. The entire time I could feel my body start to ache, and as the evening wore on, the ache got worse and worse. I was longing for Holly. My heart hurt, and that hurt was spreading through my blood to the rest of my body. Whenever this happened to me I always tended to start pushing the boundaries of our friendship, just to test the waters, so to speak. I would say things and ask question to gauge a reaction. But I was always careful enough to never say anything that could push things too far.
"Hey Holly?" I asked after finishing a bite of my beef noodle soup.