Friends??

I have a good friend of mine named Chelsea, who conveniently lives one house down from me. She could be described as bitchy, but her humor can rival no other and we have been really great friends all through elementary and middle school. Although, as we reached high school we started to drift apart. In an effort to save the friendship I invited her to a party that some friends of mine were throwing. It was one of a series they had almost as a ritual. 

I wore a slightly loose, black, dale Earnheart shirt and a pair of loose blue jeans. Chelsea of course wore a very tight and rather short black skirt and a tight pink halter top, finishing it off with black high-heeled sandals. I was offered a ride with a friend who I decided to spend the night with her and chelsea. 
As my friend pulled up to the curb I hopped out of the car and headed up to the door with Chelsea shaking her ass the whole way up. Mike opened the door, gave me a high five, and invited us in. 

“Well Damn.” He looked Chelsea up and down. She smiled seductively and I rolled my eyes. She looked around and when some guys asked her to sit with them she, of course, wandered off. Mike turned to me.

“you know you would be so much hotter than her if you just wore clothes like that.” I smacked him on the shoulder and rolled my eyes. 
“yeah, that’ll be the day.” We both laughed. I spent the party laughing with my guy friends and chilling on the sofa listening to the music blair. I cought glimpses of Chelsea rubbing up against some random guys now and then, but mostly I just didn’t see her. 

I found out later that she ended up hooking up with one of my good guy friends named Kevin. He was a very close friend of mine, and a weird ass like me. He was 16 and I was 14 but we always got along really well. Chelsea was a little older than me but I still didn’t see how he was her type, although I’m not saying Kevin wasn’t sexy. He stood about 6’ 1” with big broad shoulders and spiky blonde hair. He had a strong body from playing on the school football team. 
And, although my friend was a sucker for a guy with a bod, usually she dated bad boys, and Kevin didn’t really fit that description. In some twist of fate, they ended up dating and Since Kevin went to my school, they got the o-so-brilliant idea that it would be easier if Kevin just came home with me and then we walked over to her house. Little did any of us know what we were actually getting into….

The day went by as usual…slow. I was staring at this little green spot on the white board when I felt I nudge in the leg. I looked down to see Jessica slipping me a note under the table. I carefully unfolded the little piece of paper. I eyed over the paper:

“Oh my god. I so heard that Kevin was going to your house after school today. Is that true?” 
I scribbled, “yeah, but he’s just coming over to see his girl friend who lives next door.” 

She wrote back. “You should totally hook up with him, I mean he’s a major babe.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled, resulting in my teacher screaming that I wasn’t paying attention. After the lecture I went back to pondering what Jessica had said. I shook my head. Gross. 

I ate some slushy green stuff for lunch, and the rest of the day could be summed up in the words “average” or “dull”. Classes passed as slow as ever, and what Jessica said kind of faded out of my mind. 

Kevin was his usual self—if usual could possibly be used to describe him. Kevin and I love to pick on each other, it was pretty much why we got along. He was funny and I liked him as a friend, but id never really thought of him as much else. The fact that I was pretty much a tom-boy, probably meant he felt the same way. 

Don’t get me wrong, everybody in middle school told me I was hot, I just have an off-beat personality. With flowing brown hair and brown eyes to match, the only thing more defined is my body. I am very proud of how slim I am. My stomach is nice and flat, which I like a lot although the best trait of mine would have to be that, despite how slender I am, I have managed to keep a nice round ass and average titts. 

Homework Hall was my final period of the day. It ended with the ringing of the bell and me awaking asleep on my books with a not-so-attractive imprint of a paper clip on my forehead. Kevin walked in the class. 
“hey Samantha,” he said. I looked up. “ready to go?”

“Hold on a second looser,” I said smiling at him. I packed up the rest of my junk and threw it in the bag. I put my calculator in the big pocket on my baggy pants, and fidgeted with my sweatshirt to get it to a comfortable angle. 

The ride home was almost as boring as the day had been, and my mother prodded Kevin with questions that only a mother could think up. Arriving at my house, I hopped out of the car. 
“So when do you want to go over to Chelsea’s house?” I asked. 

“You’re so eager to get rid of me, you’re not even going to give me the full tour?” He asked pouting. I rolled my eyes and mumbled to myself. 
“You should see Samantha’s room,” My mother said. I glared at her. “I would show you everything,” she piped in her annoyingly high voice, “but, I have to go to work for a couple of hours. 

Kevin looked at me, smiling at my obvious loss at trying to get him to leave. I grumbled and led him into my house. We put our bags in the closet located next to the front door. He glanced around at the tan-painted walls, and beautiful glass chandelier we had in our front hall. 
“Damn you have a nice house.”

“No, your just an idiot.” I smiled at him. “Here you can come see my room, it’s the best.” As we began walking into my room I just started talking. “You see, this house was totally re-modeled and before the new master bedroom was built, the room I sleep in was the old one.” He nodded as I pried open the door. 
His eyes seemed to pick through everything he looked at, as he stared at my shelves. He looked strait ahead of him, where you could see my whole backyard through a huge glass window. He glanced over the room. 

“a water bed!” he shouted, and before I had any time to protest, he jumped on my bed. 

I groaned. “get off my bed.” I doubt he heard me, for he was already checking out the mass picture collection I had managed to tape to my wall. “You can tell my whole life story by that wall.” As I started to walk over to him I tripped on a pillow. He laughed annoyingly. I grumbled, but then a flash of childish mischief popped into my mind. 

“WHAM!!” I hit him on the back with the pillow. Taking him totally by surprise, he was knocked to the floor. I laughed. Flinging his pillow at me he started a pillow fight—because we were just that immature. I kicked his ass, and seeing his defeat he hit me in one final blow using his body and his pillow to nock me over. I tumbled onto the bed with him falling on top of me. 

As we laughed at our klutzy behavior, a sudden thought struck me. I had never realized how lean and strong kevin’s body was. His strong arms were right by my face, propping him over me. His strong fit body lay against mine and I could feel the rippled 6-pack on his chest as he pressed against me. My hands rested on his back, and as an instinct I guess, I started tracing my hand up and down his firm skin, and letting them rest in the small of his back. This was not the position that friends usually were in. 

Kevin was looking away still as I somewhat clutched onto his back. He looked slowly at me, his eyes piercing into the back of mine. He was still smiling, but his expression changed as he looked at me. I could feel his breath, short and hot on my face. He seemed to be looking at my lips, and before I knew it he leaned forward, our lips pressing firmly against one anothers. 

It felt really right as the passion built up and our kisses became deeper and faster, like time might run out. Our mouths opened slightly as the kiss intensified, and then our tongues locked together. I pulled him in close to me as we kissed. 

He pulled away suddenly, hopping off the bed and taking a step back. “I think we should call Chelsea.” his voice shook. I looked at the floor, more disappointed in myself than in him. He glanced around as if he thought someone had been watching us, 
“Yeah that sounds like a good idea.” I said as I stood up and headed towards the phone. I could feel the heat of his body as I walked past him to get to the phone. He placed his hands gently on my shoulders and I came to a hault, waiting anxiously to see what he was going to do next. 

Kevin pulled me close to him, still holding onto my shoulders, with my back pressed against his firm chest. I leaned my head back so that it rested in the curve of his shoulder as his lips traced down my neck. He sucked gently and I purred in his ear. 

He spun me around so that our eyes met exactly. He plunged in for another kiss intertwining our lips and our tounges. I smiled as he half pushed half walked me over to the bed, plopping on the bed, laying on my back, he climbed up, gently resting in between my legs. 

My hands returned to his back, except this time they slid under his shirt. The smooth warmness of his skin enveloped my hands as I rested them there. He matched the rhythm of our kiss as he began rocking his hips gently back and forth. I smiled, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of it all. 
“we have to stop,” I said in-between deep breaths as he kissed up and down my neck. He nodded, but then continued kissing me. I pushed him to his feet and he gave me a somewhat disappointed look.