IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND

   IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND

This is a story about true love, follow these best-friends through shyness and hormones, will Carter finally tell Alissa that he’s madly in love with her and has been since very young, will Alissa open her mind to all the love and pleasure that comes from it.

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Alissa’s 15th birthday

Beep beep “Ali get your cute little ass up” his deep husky voice wakens me from my slumber, groaning and pulling the covers above my head well trying anyway, my duvet is ripped from my grip and replaced with the heat radiating body of my best friend “nooooooo Carter please 5 more minutes don’t you love me, I need my beauty sleep” listing every possible thing I can think of to convince him to let me sleep longer but he never falls for it.

His large warm hands brush over my hips and tummy, oh noooo, he began to tickle my hips my weakness “noooo giggle please giggle carter giggle please giggle” he chuckles his husky laugh sending vibrations through my body as he straddles me pinning me down “uh uh uh cutie it’s your birthday you can’t sleep it away you should be celebrating now I will only stop if you say it!”, gasping for breath as his speed increases “okay okay you’re the greatest you’re the greatest the one and only” smiling he leans down and kisses my head “I know that why you love me” trying hard to hid me amusement holding a fake frown “you wish player I say stumbling from my bed into the bathroom, stripping of my p.j’s stepping into the hot water of the power shower “ahhhh” I say out loud as my stiff sleepy muscles begin to relax, washing my hear with my cherry and raspberry shampoo and conditioner, lathering up my hands with honey and vanilla body was, shaving my prickly legs, finished in the shower I step out looking at myself in the mirror, big blue eyes staring back, my long dirty blond hair flowing down to the small of my back my big cherry plum lips smising back at me, Brushing my teeth, air and moosing so it doesn’t go static and frizzy.

Towel wrapped around my body coming up to my mid-thigh, strolling back into my room to see carter sprawled on my messy bed hands tucked behind his head eyes closed chest rising and falling in slow even breaths “ah ah ah mister if I can’t sleep neither can you” I say jumping on top of him straddling him, his eyes shoot open smiling but when his eyes land on my towel his face looks pained and his body goes stiff, “what wrong do I smell bad, because I used that new honey and vanilla body wash you bought me” I say smelling myself, he shakes his head saying no then he opens his eyes smiling once more “no cutie it’s just your dripping wet and its soaking through the towel, looking down my face shoots red, ohhhhh no that’s not water and as the old saying goes an injury gets worse when you look at it well the towel is soaked with blood, gasping then the intense cramps start making me flump on top of carter clutching my stomach and whimpering.

“what, what’s wrong” his voice full of worry but then he sees the blood and gulps extremely loudly now that my head is resting in the crook of his neck, “uh um let me go get everything ready to clean up I’ll be right back, do you need me to go to the shop for you” I whimper as he moves me and rest me against the puffy duvet, he swoops down kisses my fore head then runs out the door in record time, typical guy running away from the problem boy do I wish I could run away.

Stumbling once again to the bathroom I run the shower steaming hot water runs as I sit at the corner of the shower watching the water run red, resting my head against the tiled wall closing my eyes and rubbing my tummy moaning internally, cussing eve for eating the damn apple well I have to blame someone for the pain and she seems to be the one to blame at the  moment, having an internal cuss section I don’t even hear the door open or someone enter, two big warm hands rest over mine that are clutching my  swollen tummy “how your feeling ali oh wait that’s a stupid question, I uh I mean uh” I cut his off by squeezing his hands and opening my eyes to my stuttering friends looking at me so lovingly “I’m guessing you don’t stick around for this kind of stuff” I try making a joke but the throbbing pain is hard to smile so I must look like guilty toddler who just filled their nappy, sighing at how lady like I am, I mean I’m sitting knees up to my chest hands over stomach in front of a boy, no boys ever seen me naked before well bikinis but that’s the furthest I will go and now my best friend is standing in front of me never taking his eyes of me how sweet he may be a player and man whore but when he’s with me he’s a perfect gentleman and my Mr perfect.