Bffs Ch 01 Crossed Lines

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It had been seven long days since the camping trip and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about her, about that night. I could imagine her soft wet flesh between my fingers, the contrast of our skin and hear her soft sounds. We'd been friends for years, decades almost and only now had I had these overwhelming feelings I couldn't make sense of. I wanted to touch her again but I just sort of laid there in my bed staring at my phone, for the first time ever, unsure what to say to her. I could even still smell her, the scent of her skin - sweat and sunscreen intermingled with the mango shampoo she always used. I wanted to kiss her again but did she even like me? We'd flirted before, sure, but like there was never anything attached to it. And I knew she was talking to another guy who had been texting her constantly on our trip but the way she had squirmed and moaned my name. There is no way she was thinking about him still, right?

I sighed and turned my phone screen off - standing and heading to the bathroom. I needed to shower. My cock was hard and throbbing against my shorts just thinking about her - thinking about her dark brown nipples between my lips again. I was going insane. I showered - stopped myself from jerking off because it felt wasted without her. Clean boxers on and towel on my shoulders, I rubbed at my hair - messily drying it off before lazily navigating to the kitchen. Snacks would keep my mind busy in this weird state I was in. Surely I'd get over it in no time.

As I pulled out a ramen cup, there was a knock at my apartment door. My gaze shifted over to the clock on my stove. Seven at night. Would be here at this time? Furrowing my brow - I moved to the door and simply opened it. She was there.

Sofia.

"Uh hey, Diego - I um... I tried texting you before coming up but I was just down this side of town after work and... wanted to make sure you were okay." She stood there in leggings and a large hoodie, almost a foot shorter than me but her presence was far larger. Her wide grey eyes lifted to my face and she made the face she always made when I was thinking for too long. I lofted a brow and she pressed a finger into the middle of my bare chest.

"Have they replaced you or something? Finally you've turned into a bot?" Her voice was so sweet and it coaxed a grin from me as my eyes moved along her face and her eyes moved from mine and down my form - to my boxers - then straight back up to my face.

"Not replaced, was just thinking about you - ya know. I'm still convinced you're a mind reader or something," I spoke cool and calm but I could feel my pulse in my ears. She gave an audible tut and simply pushed into my apartment. I watched her walk past - that mango shampoo made my cock ooze in my boxers.

"Yeah and what were you thinking about me?" She asked, moving straight to my fridge and getting one of the juices she always snagged from me. I chuckled and lofted a shoulder, pulling my hair back and tying it back up with the elastic on my wrist.

"Not much really, wasn't sure if you were busy today so didn't want to bother you," I leaned back against the counter as she opened the bottle and took a long drink. I watched her eyes flick over my form again and the fire in me was just fed even more fuel.

"When am I ever busy? You know my schedule better than you know your own, I uhm... figured you were... erm, ya know the trip and all. I wasn't sure if you were like grossed out by me or something," she spoke with the bottle of juice pressed at her bottom lip - preparing to cover her face in a gulp if the conversation went south.

"No, gods no - I'd never be grossed out by you, Sofi. I just..." I wasn't sure how to continue or how to explain my lack of bravery. I wanted her, needed her but our friendship was vital to me and something I absolutely didn't want to fuck up. "I didn't want to... step over a line."

She stared up at me, a slight tinge of red in her cheeks that brought me pause followed by a wide grin. I could see the machinations ticking in her head that obvious thought process made me want her even more. She took another drink of her juice and took a step near me - her cold slender fingers reaching out to my stomach. A chill followed her icy touch and my abs flexed as a heavy huff left my nose.

"You didn't cross a line, I think it's a line that... needs to be crossed more often or something," she spoke in a coy grin and my heart thumped in my chest, making my eyes flutter as I stared down at her.

I was very ready to cross every line possible.