You and Me, Forever

Just Friends

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WARNING: Just a lil' smut

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Camila's POV

Being around one of my closest friends, Shawn, just wasn't the same anymore. Everything he said made me smile. Every time he came closer to me, and especially when he hugged me, I could feel my heart fluttering out of my chest. To make all this worse, we went to the same college. We were normal best friends until we got drunk together one night about a month ago in Shawn's dorm, somehow ended up naked, and I was sitting on Shawn's lap. I find myself thinking about the night way more often than I should.

Shawn picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He stumbled to his bed and we both laughed, kissing sloppily with the taste of alcohol on both our breaths. I could feel his bulge pressing against me through his jeans. We fumbled with each other's clothing. It came off one piece at a time then was thrown to the floor. It couldn't come off soon enough. We were both antsy to have sex already. We were horny and drunk, and we just happened to be together at the time.

I sat on Shawn's lap. My bare legs lay on top of his. He unclasped my bra and tossed it into the floor. His large hands cupped my boobs, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I shivered from the chill up my spine from the feeling; I didn't even think about the fact it was my best friend pleasuring me like this. He kissed my neck until he came to the valley between my breasts, stopping there. It was too intimate for just a one night stand. One hand moved down to my clit and he massaged it in circular motions. My hand moved to his, already hard, dick.

I wrapped my hand around him, jerking my hand up and down slow enough to drive Shawn crazy. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from him. He grabbed onto my hips and laid me on my back. His fingers dug into my hips, most likely leaving marks. I put my legs on his broad shoulders, figuring this would only increase the pleasure. Shawn spread me apart with his thumbs and entered me causing my mouth drop open. I stretched out around him but he seemed to forget this was the first time we'd done this, not giving me any time to adjust to him.

He entered me sloppily from the very beginning, still very intoxicated like I was. Even while drunk he seemed to know exactly what to do, though. He thrusted into me, pumping in and out quickly, never really giving me a chance to feel his full length. I watched his face as he fucked me. His eyes went from barely open to clenched shut many times. His brows furrowed together. His soft, pink lips were parted slightly. His arms wrapped around my legs that were still over his shoulders. The muscles of his abdomen contracted and relaxed with every roll of his hips.

"Shawn, oh my god, Shawn." I moaned out when I finally felt his full length. He smirked and took this as initiative to fuck me harder. His fingers dug into my thighs, trying to grip onto something, anything while he pumped into me. Moans fell out of Shawn's mouth sporadically, most of them incoherent. I came closer to the edge with every thrust. I tried to hold it off as long as possible, realizing I didn't want this moment to ever end.

When I finally came undone, I moaned out Shawn's name over and over again. My high took over my whole entire body. Every touch of Shawn's fingers now burned against my flesh.

For the rest of that night, I lie awake thinking about what we had actually done, how it would change our friendship, and how absolutely amazing it was. After a few hours of sleep that night, we woke up slightly hungover and extremely embarrassed, as we were both still naked.

I still lie awake some nights, thinking about it. I thought about how he hovered over me, how he kissed me, how he moaned out my name and I moaned out his. Now, things felt like they were ruined between us. I couldn't be around him more than five minutes without my heart racing. I stumbled over my words in every conversation. Before, we could talk and talk for hours on end and it was easy. Now a short conversation made me nervous. I had never been nervous around Shawn before.

I sat across from him in his dorm room, the same place we had hooked up weeks before. His roommate was gone for the weekend and so was mine. It seemed like a good idea to hang out, wonderful even, before I remembered how nervous he now made me. A month ago, we were just friends and in this moment I felt myself wanting us to become more. I had felt that a lot lately.

Shawn fidgeted on his bed while he looked over his notes. Studying on a Saturday night for a Monday exam, typical. I sat there watching his every movement, wondering if he could tell I was so nervous. After all, he knew me better than almost anyone else.

"We're best friends, right?" He asked, sounding unsure.

"Of course we are, why?"

"Then tell me what's wrong. You're acting different. What's bothering you?" I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. The moment I had been dreading and avoiding as long as I possibly could. I sighed and then made eye contact with Shawn. He looked genuinely concerned.

"I can't help but think about that night we hooked up. I keep thinking it was a mistake. We were drunk and it was a mistake. It made us grow apart and that's not what I wanted." I confessed. Shawn looked taken aback, not that I wasn't expecting it though.

"Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn't." My eyes narrowed at his words, trying to figure out what he was getting at. "It wasn't a mistake for me. I was drunk, but that's not the reason why we hooked up."

"What are you trying to say, Shawn?" I asked.

"I'm saying that we didn't have sex because we were drunk, or at least that's not how I saw it. We didn't have to be drunk, I still wanted you either way. After all, drunk actions are sober thoughts."

My heart was beating out of my chest and my mouth felt dry. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know how to talk, how to move, how to do anything. Did Shawn really feel the same way? Was he just wanting to hook up again? No, he doesn't act that way, he doesn't treat girls that way.

"Come on, Shawn. Stop messing with me," I spoke, "tell me the truth." I searched for any hint of him joking or playing around with me.

"I want you, I want you so badly. I need you. Why don't you believe me?" I realized now he was serious. Shawn walked over to me where I sat in a desk chair. He took my small hands in his much larger ones. I stood up, following him to his bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled me onto his lap.

His forehead pressed against mine and our noses bumped together. His hands lingered over my waist as he leaned in to kiss me. Soft lips pressed against mine, kissing slowly. My bottom lip went between his lips. His teeth grazed against my lip then he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body before coming to my hair. His fingers raked through my hair soothingly.

We both pulled away, out of breath. I caught my breath and began to speak when Shawn interrupted me, saying exactly what I was going to say.

"I love you." He breathed against my lips.

"I love you too." I told him.