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More than friends

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My best friend hurt me because he couldn’t tell me how he really felt. Then we made up and now we have sex all the time with our mom’s blessing.

I was only tickling him, something I’d done a million times before, he grabbed my arms tightly, “I said stop it Kate.” He shouted then he pushed me over and I landed hard on the floor and then he ran out of the room.

My mom and his mom were really shocked at what he just did, they saw the whole thing, as my mom rushed over to help me up and check that I was okay, his mom ran after him and she stood at the bottom of the stairs shouting up to him, “What was that all about?” he asked.

“Just tell her to go, mom. I don’t want to play with her anymore.” He replied.

“What do you mean. She’s your best friend, Peter.” She said.

“I hate her. Just tell her to go.” He shouted, then I heard his bedroom door slam closed.

I clambered to my feet and ran out of his house crying, he not only hurt my arms but my feelings as well when he said he hated me, we have been friends since we were babies, we were born in the same hospital on the same day, our moms were already good friends and have lived next door to each other for years, Peter and I have always been good friends, we’re 12 now and I thought we were inseparable, he’s never hurt me before.

I cried myself to sleep that night and the next day decided to put it behind me because he’s my best friend and I love him, he must have been upset about something.

When I saw him at school and tried to talk to him he just ignored me, so I jumped on his back, it was a bit of fun we always did, but he got mad again and pushed me off him and stormed off, I tried again after school, we always walked home together after meeting at the school gates but when I got there he was already half way down the road.

“Peter. Wait up.” I called out, I chased after him and eventually caught up, I tried to talk to him and make him smile but he wouldn’t pay attention to me, so I walked in front of him and stopped him in his tracks, “What is wrong with you. Why are you being like this?” I asked.

For a minute he looked like he wanted to tell me something but was struggling to get it out, then he shook his head in frustration, “Nothing.” He snapped, then he walked around me and ran off down the road.

He made me angry now, and I hated him, which made me very sad inside because I loved him so very much, when I got home I immediately ran up to my bedroom, I found everything of his that was in my room, things he’d left at my house, things and presents that he’d given me over the years and I trashed them all, I tore posters off my walls, smashed a ballerina money bank on the floor that he gave me, when I was done I just stood in the middle off the room surrounded by him broken and damaged things, and I screamed really loud then dove on to my bed and cried.

I stayed on my bed all evening, didn’t even go downstairs for dinner, then Peter came over, mom sent him upstairs to talk to me, when he came in to my bedroom I was so angry with him I wanted to ram his head through the wall, “What?!” I snapped, “Can we talk?” he asked.

I jumped up and sat on the edge of my bed, “Oh, now you want to talk? – “ I snapped, I folded my arms sternly, “ – go on then. Talk!.” I said.

He saw how angry I looked and I’m presuming he didn’t want to piss me off even more, so he cautiously approached the bed and then sat beside me, I turned my head away in a huff, “I’m sorry for hurting you, Kate.” He said.

“Dickhead.” I said under my breath.

“I don’t really hate you, and I really am sorry for hurting you last night, I didn’t mean it. I love you, you’re my best friend.” He said.

I turned to face him, “Then why did you do it?” I asked.

“It’s just hard being around you now. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.” He replied.

I stood quickly, “Fine. We’re not friends anymore – “ I shouted, then I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it, “ – fuck off then.” I shouted.

“No, that’s not what I mean.” He said, he walked over, pulled my hand off the door and closed it then put his hands on my shoulders facing me, then he kissed me, “I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be your boyfriend.” He said.

As soon as he said the word “Boyfriend” my hate and anger melted away and I smiled wildly, I’d secretly been hoping for years that this would happen, that when we got older we’d be together as a couple, because it felt right, it felt like the direction we were going in all this time, I felt exactly the same way, “Oh, Peter.” I said, my heart fluttered, and I kissed him back, “I’ll be your girlfriend.” I said.

The right to have done would have been for us to talk some more, get used to the idea of becoming a couple and taking things slowly, move in stages and wait until we were older before getting serious, but we didn’t, we did the opposite, I pushed my hands against his chest and ran pushing him backwards until we were on the bed.

We kissed wildly and passionately, he was underneath me, I was still in my school uniform and he ran his hands up my thighs, then up my skirt, lifting it off my butt and he squashed my butt with his hands, “Are you holding my butt?” I asked.

“Yeah. That okay?” he asked.

I nodded, “Oh, yeah.” I said, then we kissed again and started to pull off each other’s clothes and feel each other’s bodies, his cock was sticking up and we stopped for a moment, “Do you want to wait?” I asked him.

“Do you?” he asked back.

“I asked first.” I said.

“ – no – “ he replied.

I shook my head and smiled, “Me neither.” I said, instantly pushing my head down and slurping his cock in to my mouth, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing but it felt good, then I go on to my back and opened my legs wide so he could lay over me, I watch him put his cock between my legs and then I helped him force it in to my pussy, I was a virgin and it took some effort.

I felt a sharp pinch and it hurt for only a few seconds and then felt fantastic, we were having sex and were both groaning and moaning loudly, so loud my mom came upstairs to check we were alright, she opened my bedroom door but when she saw what we were doing she immediately closed the door, “Oh, heck. Sorry, love.” Mom said as she shut the door.

It was alright, I spoke to mom later that night and although she didn’t approve of us having sex when we were only 12, she and Peter’s mom always knew we’d end up together, they said it was okay for us to do as long as we were careful.

Anyway, Peter and I had really good sex, not once, but twice that evening, he went home afterwards and we went to school the next day not as friends but as a couple and we’re still together now.

We have sex all the time now and even make out in front of our mom’s, it makes them feel embarrassed though and they ask us to go upstairs when we start fooling around, they bought us condoms and contraceptive pills but we haven’t used them yet, neither of us really care if I get pregnant, we just love the sex and whatever happens, happens.

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2 Comments

  • Reply PUSSYWANTED ID:5u100ta9qi

    Great Story Do Part 2

  • Reply lesbeurk ID:70f9hotdzk

    thats soo beautiful of course i hope its true but even if its not it does not change the fact that its beautifull, its sad and when you look back at your life, how dumb it was to have trouble saying to someone tht you love them or attracted to them.