HELLO YES I AM BACK MY CHILDREN HAVE YOU MISSED YOUR MOTHER
It started off pretty weird. I was dreaming about a zombie apocalypse, and to be honest I wasn't complaining, but then all of a sudden the scene changed.
Addie was underneath me, her eyes shut and her mouth hanging wide, her back arched to meet my touch. I had only had a wet dream once or twice before, and it was never anything too serious; and when I did, it was only a few minutes long and nothing too hardcore.
But it wasn't like that, this time.
All I kept hearing was her rapidly beating heart thumping to match mine, and I could almost feel her hot, panting breath.
I had never experianced a dream like this.
Her hair was fanned out around the pillow that was supporting her head, and I had kissed the soft skin along her collarbones. She looked so good underneath me, and the face she making was so hot I could almost-
"Shit!" I screamed out as I woke up. My fist was wrapped around me, under my now soaked through boxers.
I immediatley became self counsious of the light-sleepers I have as parents in the thin walled rooms across from mine. Did they hear?
Or worse- did they wake up?
I pushed the thought out of my mind as I stripped out of my underwear and shirt and retucked myselves in the blankets, trying not to think of the dream.
I lay in my bed with the white comforters around me, my muscles felt achy and tired, but my mind was racing.
All I kept thinking about was her, and her smile, and the tinkle of her laughter and her eyes and how bright they got when she talked about something she loved. And for a moment, I wanted her eyes to shine like that when she talked about me.
My stomach felt weird and fluttery, and my heart was pulsing like I had just chugged three energy drinks.
I got the sudden urge to call her, but then I remembered I didn't have a phone, and the home telephone was in mum and dad's room. I needed to tell her I liked her, that I thought she was the prettiest girl in the world.
A part of me was telling me I was moving on way too fast, and I was terrified she'd find me creepy and stalkerish if I told her all I things that made me like her.
I thought about all the things that I did like about her, and I decided on her hair and her eyes. They were hazel with blush around the irish and a gold ring. When she was mad at me, it felt as if she was staring into my soul with rings of fire.
Isn't it weird how you can go from hórny as fuck, to a dopey, sappy romantic?
But I didn't care, I liked her way too much, and even though I tried not to notice, I had realized that after I told her that I wasn't sure if I liked her or not, she had been hanging out with Luke a lot. (I don't why she was mad when I said that to her, it wasn't like I had said I hated her, I just wasn't sure.)
And now I was. I was absolutley, positivley crushing on my best friend. And even though I thought that was almost wrong of me, I couldn't deny the way I had felt when her lips were pressed against mine.
And I wanted to feel them again. I had to, I decided.
I bolted out of bed and ran over to my closet, throwing on a random baseball style t-shirt, and jeans. I ignored the feeling of the scratching fabric against my dick. Because it felt really weird, but the same time I sort of liked the friction.
I crept quietly out of my room, to the main hall where my shoes and coat were, and silently opened the door and shut it quickly behind me.
The fact that a thirteen year old boy leaving the house at 3:00 or 4:00 a.m was not only unsafe, but practically jailbait, ahdn't crossed my mind. But as I stepped out into the chilly, early-morning air, I soon realized that I could soon walk into, like, a pedaphile.
I hadn't prepared anything I would see when she answered her door- if she answered at all.
"Addie, I know this is really weird that I just, like, appeared at your door, but I have something really important to say. I realized I really, really liked you the other day. I like your long hair, it's pretty, and your eyes are nice. Your boobs are really nice too, I liked seeing you almost naked." I said as I turned the corner to house. Wait, would she be offended if I told her I liked her boobs? Or would she appreciate the fact that I liked seeing her almost-naked body?
I shook my head as I racked my brain for more sweet and poetic things would like you to say if you popped up on their front door at 4:00.
"Addison," I giggled as I said her full name, it sounded so official.
"Addison, there is something I must tell you; I know it's late, but I woke up in the middle of the night. And all I could think about was you. And all I could think about is your smile, and your lips, and your eyes, and your cute little pierced ears. And in the midst of all this thinking, I realized that I liked you. I like you a lot, and I never really call you Addison because I know you don't like it. But I like being the only one that knows it. And I like knowing you, and I love seeing you. And I really would like to hang out with you again, as, like, not friends, maybe."
I grimaced as I shook my head again. It didn't sound right. She wouldn't like it. I started to wonder why I even left at all.
And then, all of a sudden I was at her door, my eyes were saucers as I faced the doorbell.
I hesitantly rang it and in a couple of seconds, I heard hushed shushing at the family dog, Bailey, and muffled, creaky sounds of stairs.
I prayed it wasn't her parents, reprimanding someone for knockong on doors in the middle of the night.
But when it opened, it was just Addie, with her hair up in a bun, and cute little bunny pajamas, her glasses weren't even on.
It was my Addie at the door, waiting for me to say something.
I coughed and cleared my throat as I got ready for my big, romantic speech.
"So, Addie, I know it's early, but I wanted to tell you I just realized that I really liked you. And-" my sentance didn't even finish before she pulled me by my hand into her posh house.
Her lips were on mine in a matter of seconds, and that fucking tingly feeling was back. It felt so good, her soft mouth against me, my tongue brushing her lips. It felt so good I almost forgot about the uncomfortable-no-underwear-and-jeans mishap.
"Michael," she started with a huge breath as she pulled away. "I thought you would never say that."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's kiss again."
And we did. I kissed her all the way up the stairs, her pink pajama shirt falling down, and I giggled as she blushed when I got a peek of her boobs.
"Tell me again," she whispered. I pushed her up against her wall, my forhead pressed close to hers, I could feel her hot breath against my face as she leaned up to try to press our lips together.
"I like you," I said just as quietly.
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WOW LONG TIME NO UPDATE FUCK IM SO SORRY MY PHONE AND LAPTOP WERE TAKEN AWAY FOR TALKING BACK TO MY MOM AND STUFF
BUT HEY IVE UPDATED NOW AND YEAH
IT PROBABLY SUCKS IDK
BYE
