My best Friend EARNED My Virginity

Chapter 1: first kiss

We stood there, staring at each other, our drunken sighs not intervening us the least. I kept my hazel eyes fixed on Brad, Bradley Heedleton, who is my best friend since as long as I can remember. While Brad's healthy almond eyes never left mine. 

What is happening to me? No, this is not right. I can't be frail. My feelings, emotions for Bradley are too complicated. As complicated that they could ruin our friendship. 

Breaking my dilemma, my disobedient eyes raked Brad, who looked fresh out of the summer, I meant, fresh out of the crowd in the disco club, so suave, handsome like a prince charming. He was my prince charming. Sometimes I can be an awful maniac, despite knowing (100% sure) that he wasn't the least sexually attracted to me. How could I claim him? To be mine?

I sighed as I saw him covering the distance between us.

Like a hopeless, aimed deer, I was stepping back, while Brad followed me,me facing him. A smile ran through Brad's face, no it was a grin, a wicked, enjoying grin specifically one you show when you yourself know that you are on the verge of winning. Winning over me? I waved the impossible thought of Brad and  me together from my wildest, inconceivable  imaginations, simply by giving a conscientious nod, the way you shake your head expressing "NO".

Why was he indeed grinning sardonically? While he paced closer to me, it felt evident to me that he found the whole thing amusing. Why could I not  pacify my sinless heart when I clearly knew Brad HAD NO SUCH FEELINGS TOWARDS ME? At the end it would be................... Wait, no, let's not muddle with the future. let's face the Present.

My dizziness and drunkenness added to driving me crazy. I could feel my cheeks warm, which meant I was BLUSHING. Shit. 

'You r enjoying it, babe. Look at ur pretty cheeks. They're flushing & u're blushing red" Brad chuckled, his drunken breath fanning on my face. Aww, his chuckle, how I wish he knew how much I loved that chuckle of his. That, every inch of him is what I love. he raised an eyebrow, pacing forward, covering the smallest distance that I tried to create.

You're ruining it, Brad. I might end up confessing to you. I reached out for my blushing cheeks, hindering Brad from sensing my hideous, exclusive  feelings for him. The feelings that I have been burying deep inside me that I LOVED HIM. And will continue to do so till eternity. I have been considering him the man of my life since I hit puberty. 

I raised forward my trembling, numb hands to prevent him from drawing any more closer, when they found his chest, his heart. It(His heart) was beating hard, faster than usual. Was he nervous? Or was he excited? Was his heart beating for me? OH GOD, STOP MY BRAIN FROM OVERTHINKING, THINKING TOO HIGH THAT I MIGHT NOT NE ABLE TO WITHSTAND THE HEIGHT WHEN I FALL. I simply shook my head shutting those meaningless thoughts.

Even after fighting perpetual   setbacks and dilemmas, I HAVE to admit, that I love Bradley,best friend , who was six months older than me. Since I hit puberty, I stole furtive glances at him, without him getting the slightest hint. I was better off with that. I feared if he caught me handed red-handed, our friendship would be ruined, probably forever. he would leave me. 

Bradley considered me as his best friend. Only up to that. He was overprotective, claiming his rights over me like an elder brother. 

Unable to further step back, I saw Brad smiling. He wanted this? That I hit against the wall so he could trap me? Hitting my back on the wall, my frail, drunken state made me lose balance and I would have lost balance & fallen hard on the ground, if those arms, Brad's arms (oh yes) encircled around my waist and prevented me falling off.

"U okaay?" Brad asked, his eyebrows frowned, showing his anticipated care for me. For his ONLY  Best Friend. His fingers brushed the dark hair from my face and adjusted my hair behind my ears. 

"Would u b mad if ask u something?" he asked 

"Never." I muttered droolily. Go on. Ask me; I'm waiting. 

" Do u love me?" he asked.  As friends we often exchanged 'I love u's. But this time it was different, with the sexual tension inside me.

"More than anybody can ever love u" I confessed.

"Then kiss me" he said, causing my eyes to snap open.

Instantly, his lips crashed with mine. I melted and readily kissed him back. I was not a good kisser, an amateur one. While he on the other side was amazing, tantalizing. I wanted him, all of him, he tasted sooooo goood, full of alcohol, his tongue thrust into mine, tickling me, giving me desirable pleasure, or saliva being exchanged as we curled our lips showing our enjoyment. His lips tasted every inch of my mouth, while I followed him & did the same. His lips curled into another smile, a longer smile, showing he liked that I was learning. ? Did he enjoy it? He, as always, sent butterflies, (this time a dozen more)and gave me EXTRA carnal craving

He inched closer, tasting more of me. As his arms pushed me closer to him, electricity ran through my spine as my bosom came direct in contact with his chest.

I moaned in pleasure as he brought  my face to his, as if kissing me was not enough, he wanted more and more. Brad's eyes opened and I could see sparkles of enjoyment in them. Is he fascinated, too? Is he, really? 

No way, I was still giving myself high hopes. He considered me as NO MORE THAN JUST A FRIEND. YES, A BEST FRIEND, INDEED. Unless for 'Friends with Benefits' is not normal for one to kiss his best friends

His lips never left mine. He now broke it, not really, he was not done, as his swollen, red lips traveled to my throat. He rained kisses on my throat wildly, lovingly, while I arched giving him more access.

The temptation that I had under strict control was now irresistible. They,now could not be tamed, rather they turned wild, under HIS influence ( just like him).

My body that felt numb from the kiss and now that it was broken, my eyes fell on his erection, and that they were in touch with my feminine core since the kissing session. A shrill, but barely audible, alarm-like,pitch sound had actually caught my eyes to look at his manhood. That sound, I doubt, seemed like a stopwatch deadtime in Androids.

As it went deafening with the beats of the disco club, it deafened from my mind.

Now the tension replaced between Brad and me as we looked intently at each other. Brad gave  a sweet smile and planted a kiss on my forehead. THEN he turned around and was gone. GONE.

Brad was gone. Consequently, consciousness found me.

What  would be the outcome of it?

to be continued.......