dirty little secret { kellic }

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kellic

Watching my best friend say yes to the girl of his dreams affected me deeply

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Watching my best friend say yes to the girl of his dreams affected me deeply. I always thought he would never marry her and I could continue living in a world where it's only me and him. You see, me and Vic have been friends for almost 20 years. I have considered him my best friend from the start but in high school these new feelings surfaced, something more than friendship. How could they not, I mean he's the best person I know and that's putting it lightly. He's caring and loving, always ready to help others in need; he's just perfect in my eyes.
I wanted to tell him countless times but I was afraid it would complicate things if he knew how I really feel about him. So my fears got the best of me and I repressed my feelings and stayed quiet for years, until senior year when I heard that speech about taking chances and never stop trying, you know... living each day like it's your last and all that.
So I asked him to prom and he said yes, of course I cleared up we'd go as friends; also, we wouldn't have to look for dates because god knows we wouldn't get the ones we wanted. It was by far the best night of my life. We had a few drinks, got a little tipsy and that's when the liquid courage kicked in. I told him everything. At first I thought he'd be disgusted and tell me that he's not gay and it's not happening; I expected the worst reaction in the world.
But that's not what happened, he kissed me instead. That sealed the deal and I fell into it with every fibre of my body.
So over the years it's been on and off making out, having sex and being intimate; we were never a couple but it was pretty obvious that there's something between us. I couldn't really demand anything from him but eventually I wanted more. I craved for his touch all the time and I couldn't help it.

Three years ago he met Danielle. I know what you're gonna say, good for him, I should be happy, because he found someone, but I wasn't. I never liked her, not entirely because she was his girlfriend but because I just don't mesh well with personality types like hers. She's very spoiled and I dare say obnoxious. Acting like she needs a father not a boyfriend is something that really put me off. She wanted to have all the nice things, go everywhere, it was either her way or no way at all. Vic didn't seem to mind it a lot, he went along with everything she demanded. So all that was left for me was to watch and say nothing. Naturally everything me and Vic had went out the window when he started dating Danielle. I can't say I blame him, I mean we were still very good friends but it was impossible for me to repress all those feelings again.
So days went by and I watched them together, wishing it was still me that made Vic that happy. I can't say I was devastated, but days filled with sadness were the usual for me.

One day I was sitting in Vic's living room, waiting for him to get ready. We were meeting some friends for lunch. After 20 minutes when he still wasn't ready, I went upstairs to check on him. I opened the door and peeked inside only to see him sitting on the bed in his skinny jeans, no shirt. His brown hair was messy and still a bit damp. I stepped in and he turned his head, looking straight into my eyes. I sensed some tension in the air, but I was sure it was just this newly wed thing, takes getting used to.

"Everything alright?" I asked, approaching him and taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to him. He shook his head, his gaze still firmly set on my eyes.

"What's wrong?" He was still my best friend and I wanted to know what's going on. I promised I'd help him at any time.
He moved closer, his eyes glancing at my lips and back up. He leaned in and whispered.

"Not having you."

I froze in place and time, letting his lips touch mine and melt away in a soft kiss together. His hand moved to the back of my neck as he pulled me even closer, eliminating all the little spaces between us. Right then and there my feelings took over my body and my hands wrapped around him practically themselves. My body was shivering and I knew how wrong it was of me to play along, not say anything to stop, but I just couldn't. My body was much stronger than my mind and it was doing all the talking. I was taken aback by the fact that he initiated this after already being married for 6 months.

His hands were touching every part of my feverish body, his lips sucking on my neck, leaving light purple marks. The bulge in his very skinny jeans was getting harder and my hand automatically moved and started rubbing. He was panting while hot moans were coming out of his mouth that I craved. He climbed on top of me and continued kissing my lips, sucking on them, then he started moving lower. I took a deep breath and leaned my head back. When he took me in his mouth, I got lost in the sweet sensation he made me fall into. There are no words that can accurately describe what me and Vic have. It's stronger than anything I have ever felt. Every experience I had with him was so intense and raw; I remember them all in detail.

"I need you Kellin." He whispered in my ear when he was back up, kissing me. I inhaled his vanilla scented skin when he lifted himself up and slowly pulled off my jeans along with my boxers. He threw the clothes on the floor, where my white t-shirt was already laying. He was thirsty for my body, I could tell by the way he was touching me; he missed me.
Without any hesitation he stripped himself of all clothing and climbed back on top of me. I felt it slowly slide inside him, which made that sweet sensation even sweeter.
After a minute or two he started picking up the pace until he was properly riding me and I could barely contain myself. Moans were escaping his mouth in between passionate kisses and I knew that I wouldn't last much longer.

"Cum inside me, I want to feel you... all of you." I heard him whisper. A few seconds later I released myself inside, just how he wanted it. Still panting and a bit sweaty, he stayed next to me, his head resting on my chest. He belongs with me, he should stay in my embrace; but I knew he wouldn't.

I felt no guilt, had no regrets and I knew that Vic would never be mine. Yes, he is married and yes, I didn't back out, I went all in and I should've known better... but I might never have him like this again. For this one night, this one time, I was ready to forget everything else except him and me, stuck in our little bubble yet again. I'm his dirty little secret and no one has to know.

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