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He Was My Best Friend

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He and I had been friends, nothing more.. until now.
Hey, this is my first story, and your comments would be greatly appreciated. Please point out things I could improve on. Thanks.

He moved a few pieces of hair out of my face and kissed me. I cuddled closer to him, not wanting this moment to end.

"Danielle, I love you."

"I love you too Der-"

My alarm clock went off. I woke up. It was a dream. Of course it was. Why would Derek love me? We're friends. Derek and I had been friends since sixth grade. It was rather strange, actually. Most girls had other friends that were girls. I didn't. Derek was my best friend. I told him everything. And I still do. Now we're both in college and still hang out regularly.

Just last week I caught my boyfriend of two years cheating on me. I loved this man. Derek had told me that he suspected John was cheating; I couldn't believe it though. John was always so convincing. I thought he loved me. Obviously not.

I've spent the past few days sobbing about it. I haven't told Derek about it yet, because I know that if I do, I'll start crying. But I need to tell him so bad. I need comfort. 'I'll do it after work,' I thought to myself.

I couldn't stop myself from crying at work. My boss asked if I wanted the rest of the day off. I complied. After work I went home and decided that I should go for a run. I got my clothes together and did just that.

I couldn't stop crying while running either. I tried to focus myself. I shouldn't be crying over John. He's in the past. I looked down at my watch. 5:30. I should get home.

I walked in the door, and couldn't help but stare at the phone.
'Just call him,' I thought out loud. I walked over to the phone and dialed his number. It only rang once.

"Hello?"

"Hey... Derek..-"

"Danielle, is something wrong?"
"It's John, you were right.."

"Oh, god, I'm sorry.."
"It's not your fault.. you tried to warn me, I came home early from work last Tuesday, and I caught him with some other woman.."

"I'm coming over."
"What? No. You don't have t-"

"Yes, I'm coming over."

He hung up the phone. I'm still sweaty from my run, my mascara is running down my face, my hair is in a mess, and he's coming over. Great.

I ran to my room to get some clothes together for a shower. Derek only lives ten minutes away, which means that he'll be here fairly soon. While in the shower I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to John. And again, I started crying. My shower took longer than expected, because I wanted to make sure it didn't look like I had been crying. When I shut the water off, I heard the TV. Sounded like a football game. I then knew that Derek was here.

I threw my tank top and shorts on, and didn't worry about a bra. He's seen me much worse. When I got to the living room he turned off the TV, got up, and gave me a hug. I couldn't stop myself. I sobbed more than I had at all that day. And he didn't release me until I calmed down, which was a while. I don't know how long we were standing there, me in his arms, sobbing. Every once in a while he'd tell me things like "It's okay" , "you deserve better" , "I'm here" . I felt so safe, so comfortable, like I belonged in his arms.

When my sobbing subsided, he walked me over to the couch and told me to sit down. I did. He walked into my kitchen, and I couldn't help but to stare at him. After all, he was 6'2" and built. He brought me back a glass of water.

I think that while I was crying in his arms, I wasn't crying over John. I was crying over the fact that the one I love was holding me, and it will never be more. And now, he and I sitting on my sofa, I realized that I'm over John. I love Derek.

"What are you thinking about," he asked as he stared at me quizzically.

"Oh, it's nothing.."

"I know you're upset abo-"

"No. Not anymore.."
"What are you talking about?"

I didn't reply, I just stared into his hazel eyes, hoping, praying he gets it. We stayed that way, staring at each other for a while. I wanted to admit my feelings for him. 'I think I will', I thought to myself. "Derek..."

"Hmm?"

"I- umm, N-nevermind.." I looked away and I was almost positive I blushed. I couldn't tell him. Why can't I tell him? I tried to distract myself, so I played with the hem on my tank top.

Next thing I know, his hand is under my chin, pulling my face closer to his. He kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever had. I was felling so many different emotions. I pulled away from our kiss. He gave me a look of confusion, but his eyes never left mine.

"Derek, what just happened..?"
"Danielle.. I-"

I interrupted him with a kiss. Things weren't exactly making sense, but I knew he had feelings for me too. And I knew that I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. I put my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to me. He put his huge arms around my waist and did the same.

I stood up on my knees and straddled him. I want him so bad, but not on the couch. I broke the kiss, and stood up. I gave him the most seductive smile I could, and ran to my bedroom. He was right behind me.

When we got in the bedroom, I closed the door and he trapped me. My back was against the door, and he had his hands planted on the door, trapping me. His mouth on mine, our tongues dancing together. I put my hands on his belt, and undid it. I got down on my knees and started to unbutton his jeans. He kept his hands on the door.

I pulled his jeans down to his ankles and left them there. The bulge under his boxers was huge! I ran my fingernail between his waistband and his skin. He shivered. Gently, I pulled down his boxers. He was huge! He had to be at least nine inches. He was already rock hard. I stared into his eyes and ran my fingernail along the underside of his massive cock from the base to the tip. I could hear his low groans of pleasure.

"You like that, baby?"
He growled something that sounded like a yeah.

I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock, and licked from base to tip all around and finally took him in my mouth. His groans made me want him so much more.

"I'm gonna cum baby!" And he did. I gulped down all of it. I sucked a little more on the head just to be sure I got it all.

I stood back up, and his tongue invaded my mouth. I thought our kiss earlier was passionate. It couldn't compare. He put his arms around my waste, and I put mine around his neck. He kicked off his pants and boxers and scooped me up to carry me to the bed. I tightened my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around his waste. When he laid me down on the bed, I removed my legs from around his waist and tightened my grip around the back of his neck. He ripped his shirt off with one swift move, and did the same with mine, leaving my breasts exposed. He broke the kiss, and lowered himself to my shorts. He pulled down my shorts. And then my panties. I knew that I had to be soaking wet.

"Holy fuck! Could you get any more wet?"

"Probably.." I smiled. He came back up, and kissed me. He trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest, all over my breasts, and back up to my mouth, he did it again, but this time he was nibbling. I wanted him so bad. He kissed down to my hips, and stopped. Then he skipped down to my thighs, kissing and biting his way up to my soaking wet pussy.

"Derek, please. I want you inside me." I tried to give him the most innocent look I could.
"In a minute baby." I couldn't wait a minute.

I slid out from under him, and tried to flip him on his back. Surprisingly, he didn't put up a fight, he rolled onto his back.

"Okay, fine." He muttered.

"That's what I thought." I tried to smile but I'm pretty sure it didn't work.

I slowly lowered myself onto his giant cock. "Shit! You're tight." I never understood the saying "It hurt so good" until now. I moaned as I impaled myself. Luckily, because I was so wet, I slid easily onto him. It felt like I was being split in half, but it felt so good. I rode him slowly at first, but I picked up my pace. When I finally got a rhythm going, he would pull up his hips when I would go down. I couldn't believe that I could take all of him, but I was. I didn't want to stop.

"Derek, I'm going to cum."

"Me too baby, don't stop"

"Oh, fuck!"

I rode him as fast and as hard as I could. We were yelling and screaming each others names. We came. Together. It fell so good. I fell on top of him, and rolled over so that I was next to him.

He moved a few pieces of hair out of my face and kissed me. I cuddled closer to him, not wanting this moment to end.

"Danielle, I love you."

"I love you too, Derek."

I fell asleep in his arms.
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Kal-El85
Posted 04 Jul 2012 06:48
A nice, sexy story. Good job
nazhinaz
Posted 04 Jul 2012 05:03
A lovely hot story, nicvely described. Maybe a spell check. 5
 

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