This is my first submission -- actually, my first story -- and any comments/advice/praise/abuse you could offer would be gladly accepted.
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Leaning against the doorway, wearing only a long grey shirt which barely touched her thighs, she looked like something out of a magazine. Her long blonde hair, slightly disheveled, fell softly over her small breasts, which were just visible though the fabric. I couldn't help dropping my gaze to her thin, porcelain legs -- they looked so soft I longed to just reach out and stroke them. I tried to convince myself that Chloe was my best friend, that I shouldn't let her throw away her virginity on me.
Chloe and I had known each other for five years, and never had I thought about her any more than a great friend. We told each other everything. I knew about the girls she played around with in year nine. She knew my fantasies about the drama teacher at school. She'd go through all these boyfriends, and I'd be the one to help her get over them afterwards.
But how did this goddess suddenly appear half-naked in my bedroom door? It all started after Chloe had broken up with her last boyfriend. She called me the moment it happened.
"Hey Ben, sorry..." She had said, "I know it's late... but could you come to my place? I sorta just dumped Paul."
"Yeh sure Chloe, are you ok?"
"I'm fine..." She was quiet for a while, and when she spoke, she sounded almost pleading, "I just really want to see you..."
I didn't think it was too strange at the time. My parents were away that weekend, so I just walked out of the door. She lived literally three houses down the road anyway; it didn't take me long at all to get there. When I knocked, she opened the door right away and led me quickly upstairs to her room; her parents were probably asleep downstairs.
As I sat down on her bed, I began to actually take notice of her. She wasn't upset, as you would expect someone who just ended a relationship to be. On the contrary, as she lightly sat down beside me, she looked into my eyes with an electrifying, teasing expression. For a split-second, my eyes wandered down to her tight fitting white singlet, which followed her figure down to those stunning, skinny legs. Too hastily, I corrected my gaze -- but I'm sure that she noticed -- for she casually slid herself closer to me, until her jeans were brushing up against mine.
Croaking my voice, I asked how she was feeling.
"I'm alright -- I did the dumping, remember?" She grinned slightly, "I guess I'm just feeling disappointed..."
"Disappointed?"
"Yes. I wanted my first time to be with Paul -- but he's such a dickhead. All he ever did was ogle at my breasts."
For all the while I'd been sneaking glances at her sexy body. After she said this, I quickly looked up again and into her joking eyes -- muttering some stupid apology. She laughed.
"It's alright Ben, I like it when you look at me like that", she was still grinning at my blushing, "But I couldn't lose it to Paul. Anyway, it doesn't matter now; I've decided who I'm losing it to now."
"Who?" I asked innocently. I pretended to ignore the way her eyes had been smoldering into mine, the way she'd arched her body in my direction, the way her hand was suddenly on my knee. She took a short breath.
"You, Ben," she whispered, now moving even closer to me. Her face was inches away from mine. Her hand edged slowly up my leg.