Note: there is a little bit of domination in this story so if that's not your thing; I suggest you don't read this. Also it's a slow start, but it'll keep you entertained.
He's my best friend! I figured if I told that to myself enough I would forget that I wanted him. It was hard though, being 18 and horny all the time. Every time I thought about him, I thought about his strong arms around my body when we played football, and I dreamt of his strong hands travelling down my flat belly and playing with my cunt.
To tell you a little about myself- I'm a tomboy. I never played with dolls or any of that, I just played soccer or football with my friends. I had a lot more guy friends than girl friends so I never really had anyone to talk to about lust, but my fingers kept me company on horny nights well enough. I was average height; I had light straight brown hair, and green eyes. My breasts were close enough to flat that I rarely wore bras, but I had a figure. My shoulders were wide and I had a tiny waist and hips. You would never have known considering I wore T-shirts and shorts all the time.
But anyway, Xavier, my best friend was a football player. He was 6'7'' and probably two hundred something pounds, because he was really muscular. Not fat in the least, but muscular. I liked him best because he didn't put up with any bullshit, he didn't care about drama, and he knew what he wanted. Sure he slept around some, but he would only get into a relationship if he trusted the person, and liked how they thought. He didn't talk too much, but he wasn't necessarily quiet, and he was really intelligent. I didn't see myself being best friends with anyone else. He always helped me in homework and stuff.
When his parents got divorced he stayed at my house with my dad and me, (my mom died when I was still a toddler) and every night I would sneak into the guest room and we would lie next to each other and talk. Nothing ever really happened besides he would wrap his arms around me when we slept. My dad knew of course, because I have never been successful at hiding anything from him. But anyway, I had only recently started to want Xavier. Sometimes now I wished I was less of a "bro" and more of one of his girls. He lives with his dad, who stayed in his old house, but he's an alcoholic, and tonight is one of the nights where Xav comes over to my house to escape for the night. My dad is at work, but he trusts me. Problem is, I don't trust myself. I was staring past the TV not really thinking about anything when he asked,
"Lost in space again, Soph? " He says. My name is Sophie but he never actually calls me that.
"Yeah- I guess." I murmur still not really paying any attention to what was going on, when he pulls my face so I'm looking straight into his eyes. He looks at me intensely, his eyes searching mine. For some reason I look down. All I can think about is how I feel about him, and how it's so wrong.
"I'm going to bed." I say and stand up walking towards my room quickly. I pull off my jeans and T-shirt and put on a bigger t-shirt that falls to the tops of my thighs. I sit on my bed and pull my knees up so my head is resting on them. As I was mentally kicking myself for being an idiot Xav walked in. Without saying anything he pushed my knees down. His hands ran down my shoulders onto my rib cage as his chest pushes the rest of my body onto the bed. He hovered above me, his face barely any distance from mine.
"Something the matter, Soph?" He asked. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. His hands, which had been resting on my waist, travelled upwards, underneath my shirt. He paused his journey at the base of my breast. He ran a finger over my nipple, teasing me. It took all I had no not arch my back and moan. I searched his eyes desperately, looking for something. All I found was lust.
"I want you." Was all he said, and all it took for me to decide to give myself to him. His fingers travelled downwards again, leaving a trail of goose bumps from his light touch. They slipped under my panty line and found my clit immediately. I let out a shaky breath as my hips jerked up and ground into his hand. My breath turned into a moan as he slipped a finger into my wetness and continued to rub my clit with his thumb. His lips brushed across mine, and I made the move to capture them in a passionate kiss. I came to my climax faster than I ever imagined possible. As I came I arched my back, pressing myself onto his chest. He slipped an arm behind me and rolled over so I was straddling him, his fingers still deep inside of me. I sat up and stripped off my t-shirt. He yanked me down so his mouth was fucking my nipple, and he teased my other nipple with his hand. He slid his fingers out of me and pulled my panties down. We rolled back over and he pulled them the rest of the way off. He ground his jean-clad erection against my pussy. I moaned and began to unzip his pants when I woke up. I shot up,
"What the fuck?" I gasped. Xavier looked over at me from the other side of my bed.
"Hey sleepy head." He laughed, "You ok? Bad dream?"
"Uhh- yeah. Weird dream." I replied shakily leaning back onto my pillow. I noticed that my panties were wet. I got up to go to the bathroom, on my way grabbing a pair of clean panties off the laundry pile on the washing machine. I cleaned up and splashed water on my face. I leaned over the sink, looking in the mirror. My eyes were wide in excitement; my lips red from biting them, my skin pale, but my cheeks were flushed. Suddenly I looked up and Xav was there leaning on the doorframe. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants and wasn't wearing a shirt, so I had a hard time not staring at his sculpted torso.
"You gonna tell me what's the matter? You've been acting weird." He questioned.
"Um- it's nothing. Really I'm... fine." I tried to clear my head. Xav looked at me skeptically.
"You know you can tell me anything." He stated. I knew that yes, but what I had to tell him would ruin our relationship. But I knew I had to.