Just Good Friends - Chapter 4 (FINSIHED!!!)
NB- sorry this has been so late (by about 6 months) I love you all and thanks for appreciating my work!!! SF
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Alex lay there on the duvet, my legs straddled the lower half of his body, my hands either side of his head.
He looked at me, smiled at me. ‘This is everything I could ever want’ he whispered just before he craned his neck to trap me in a long, hot kiss.
Alex no longer held his jeans up as he had before I had thrown him atop my bed, now he was much too eager to loose them. ‘Save the best thing till last eh’ I muttered between kissing his lips and his neck. With trembling hands (I assume from excitement and anxiety) I unbuttoned my flat-mates shirt. Starting from the top, kissing each new piece of pale flesh as it was uncovered, until eventually I was rubbing my hands all over his chest. Alex’s euphoric laughs filled the room as I groped every piece of available skin.
His laughter turned to a dark chuckle as he ran his hands from my thighs to my waist and threw me across the bed onto my stomach.
My ‘What did you do that for?’ was cut off as he climbed over to straddle his legs over my back. He leant down and kissed my neck. Long fingers ran up the back of my shirt and pulled it off.
He’s my best friend! Why am I doing this? But, then again, don’t friends usually hook up at some point anyway?…
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They say you never forget your first time, but that night passed with such a blur I started to wonder if it ever happened at all. That was until I rolled over in my presumably empty double bed only to find sleep comatose Alex.
The shock hit me first.
I bolted straight up in my bed, and sure enough, our clothes lay in scattered piles around the room. I noticed one of my socks hanging from the light shade. Slowly and cautiously; careful not to wake my sleeping bed-mate, I stood on the wobbling mattress to retrieve my stray bunny sock.
I only then realised I was still wearing my favourite purple boxers, and that among the heaped clothing, another pair couldn’t be found.
The nights events obviously weren’t as shocking as I had presumed.
As I stood there, mostly naked and holding a sock covered in bunnies I felt the uneasy wobble of the mattress beneath my feet. Alex was now awake. Gingerly, I turned my head to look at him; only to be greeted by his goofy laugh and ‘You look like a complete knob standing there like that’
I saw his ruffled bed hair and his cheeky grin and I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. That was until he bounced on the bed sending me flying off the mattress and into the wall.
