Author's Note: While based on true stories, some elements of this tale may be fictionalized on account of the lack of blood in the memory-forming section of the brain of the author, the reasons for which should be made clear shortly.
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Ch. 1: First Kiss
We're sitting there on my bed (the lower bunk), the remains of our homework scattered around us. It's been three days since we decided not to date - yet - because we valued our friendship too much, but the tension is still all around us. We're cuddled up, just talking about nothing, but the contact feels more intimate, more personal than even a few days ago, before we decided to talk about our feelings for one another.
You were already my best friend then, and had been for months. In the few months I'd known you, I already felt closer to you than to anyone I had ever known. Our bodies are a seamless form at this point, flowing into one another, and I see your face merely inches away from mine. I stare into your blue eyes and can't help to be reminded of all of the reasons I want to date you - and can't fathom why anyone in their right minds wouldn't want to. Our conversation breaks off, my hand reaches from your cheek, pulling you closer as I touch my lips to yours.
Within seconds, probably sooner than it should have been, my tongue is flicking across your lips, begging for access before our tongues are fighting to explore the other's mouth. My body lays across yours, all thought of our homework pushed aside in favor of this very welcome distraction. I feel my hands sliding up your sides, acutely aware of my throbbing erection buried in my jeans as I pull you closer and closer and kiss you more and more deeply.
Before long, my hand rests right below your breast, and my teenage self can barely contain the excitement at finally having you, kissing you, touching you. You pull my hand over your breast, granting it permission to explore your breasts as it has been longing to do for so, so long now. I can tell that my erection is primed to explode, but cannot bring myself to care. I hope you don't notice as my energy in our kiss fades slightly as I strive to recover from my orgasm, that the wet spot forming on my jeans doesn't bother you, but I keep kissing you, running my hands over your body, and deciding that my decision not to have kissed you sooner was the only mistake I made.
Ch. 2: Tangled Up in You
It's been a few weeks since we've started dating, and we've progressed to the point where not only are you aware of it when I cum from making out with you, but you strive for it; I'm happy to return the favor, although I prefer a hands-on approach. Tonight, however, is not the night for that, as we are merely cuddled up on my lower bunk while my roommate and his girlfriend cuddle above us, all of us watching Disney's Tangled.
Slowly, but surely, my attention shifts from the movie to the incredibly beautiful girl in my arms, and I lean over to kiss her. The soft, gentle kiss on her neck is enough to get your attention, and you roll over to face me, as I kiss you for real, our tongues entwining as we lose most of our interest in the movie. I feel my engorged penis rising, forming a tent in my soft pajama pants as one of your hands tangles itself in my long hair, the other wrapping around my waist.
As the movie progresses, so does our make-out session, and before long, your hand is wrapped around my member under the blankets, as I writhe wordlessly in pleasure, striving to keep my roommate from discovering the sexual activity occurring right below him. In a matter of moments, your hand has driven me past the point of no return, and I struggle to keep from yelling as my penis explodes with cum, covering your hand.
