DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. The characters depicted herein are all 18-years-old or older. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or events, past or present, are strictly coincidental.
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My name is Keen. Don't ask me what kind of name it is, my parents were druggees when they filled out my birth certificate and were quickly hauled off to prison thereafter. I was twelve by the time I met my parents for the first time and they were everything I expected them to be: useless. But at least after all of the foster homes I'd bounced from while my parents were recovering from their addictions in prison, I finally found a family that wouldn't abandon me when things got rough.
Sober and clean, my parents are actually quite noble. But their advice sucks if it comes at all. Most of the time, I had to get by on guesses and what little I could learn from peers and the internet. Things they don't teach in school.
My friend Amber mistook me for a girl the first time she saw me in sixth grade. She thought I was a lesbian boyish features but still weak and girly in action. Jesus.
Amber's genuine sweetness grew on me despite the initial awkwardness of her calling me a girl. The more time I spent with her, the more invested I became and started doing research to figure out how to get closer to her.
Unfortunately, everything I tried to move past the "friend zone" failed miserably. She just didn't catch on. How could anything her faux-lesbian boyfriend do possibly succeed in progressing their relationship past friendship? I was constantly masturbating to the thought of Amber's naked body. She was comfortable enough with me that she could change her clothes in front of me, stripping completely naked and then slowly redressing.
At first, I was like any other geeky hormonal adolescent. I was angry and frustrated that there was a hot girl in front of me who didn't consider me a man, but I figured at least I got to see a girl naked. I was powerless to do anything about it. Or so I thought. I don't know how that changed, but I was inspired to act on my feelings, though not in the traditional sense.
We were still highschoolers when it happened. One day, Amber was changing into her bathing suit as we were about to go swimming together. As we walked out of her room, I told her I needed to use the bathroom.
"How long are you gonna be?" She asked, most likely thinking my intentions were harmless.
"I'll probably be a while. I've been thinking about you all day and seeing you naked just gave me an aching hard-on. Just let me get rid of it and we can go."
I looked back and saw the look on her face. It was priceless. She was torn between embarrassment and disbelief. She was obviously unsure if she should take me seriously. Apparently, she had never imagined that I ever looked at her sexually. But then to refocus her attention, I humped in her direction with my pelvis and her eyes dropped, fixating on the huge bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened in surprise as I disappeared into the bathroom. I jerked off a decent load and left a cum-ridden wad of tissue in the wastebasket as a souvenir for Amber. I made sure it wasn't too crumpled so that upon first glance anyone would notice the glistening pool of jizz resting within.
When we got down to the pool, Amber tried desperately to act normal around me. Either she still wasn't sure if I had masturbated thinking of her, or she just wanted to pretend it didn't bother her.
After a few minutes of innocent swimming games, I began to get more aggressive, shoving her into the water when she was just getting dried off and then shoving under the water and generally monkeying around. She fought back, laughing as we wrestled in the deep end. I took every opportunity I got to get a quick feel of her breasts or her ass or her crotch. After a few minutes, Amber had shoved me away and headed for the edge of the pool to climb out. Unfortunately, I couldn't climb out. My hardon had come back and would have easily been spotted under the water had anyone been looking. I swam to the edge of the pool and called after Amber.
"Hey! Amber, don't leave me here."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Keenie."
She looked a little flushed when she realized why I wasn't getting out of the pool. She must've felt my rod rub against her at some point during our roughhousing.
A few weeks went by and things were slowly returning to normal, I was still trying to get quick feels on Amber when I got the chance and she was a little more hesitant to let me watch her dress, and I couldn't possibly stop jerking off in her bathroom afterward... but Amber eventually got used to my new behavior and started to ignore me again. That was frustrating.
Then Amber did something to cut me deep. Her first kiss was with some dick senior... and right in front of me. Had she done it to make me jealous? I couldn't tell, but I was nonetheless. I couldn't believe it. I hated the guy.
One day, she and I were in her room as she changed her clothes. She and that creep had been dating for weeks and I was bitter. When we came out of her bedroom, I walked into the bathroom.
"Are you gonna jerk-off again?" Amber asked, mocking me.
That was the last straw. "Why the hell would I do that? You've let that ass-hat senior defile you. I can't imagine having sex with you now. Just thinking about it is... gross." It came out meaner than I'd intended but I wasn't lying. Don't ask me why. The point is that it creeped me out.
Amber stopped inviting me over. She stopped talking to me. She looked away when she saw me. She was clearly pissed. But I wasn't really sure why. I'd insulted her but my opinion never mattered to her before.
She was almost constantly making out with her new boyfriend and it made me sick. I tried to call her a couple of times. Most likely, that had been the response she was looking for. I know, I'm weak. But Amber was my best friend and I was lonely without her.
One day, her mother invited me in. She'd always liked me. She probably thought I was a safe guy who would never dream of touching her daughter. She told me she had to head to the store for some groceries and that I should go on and talk to Amber before she headed out the door. I went upstairs, opened Amber's door, and walked in.
"Don't come in!" I was greeted with a loud shriek as I laid eyes upon Amber naked in bed. I was surprised at first, but then a little angry and I quickly surveyed the room for a guy who must've just disappeared. There was no one around.
