My Best Friend, The Sex God

01

My butt is officially numb.

I’ve been sitting outside by the pool for three hours while the rest of the people invited to the party enjoyed themselves.

I want to go home but Nate keeps on insisting for us to stay. He’s been sitting beside me - though there was a lot of space between our chairs – watching girls in bikinis wave their asses in front of him. If he wasn’t my ride home, I would’ve left hours ago.

“Babe,” Nate called out to me. I decided not to respond. I hated it when he called me babe. He’s my best friend. It was annoying and we weren’t even together.

“Hey,” he hollered. “Allison!”

“Yes?” I finally said, turning to face him. He gestured for me to come closer and I shook my head.

“Please, Allie.” he begged, making his face look like a puppy’s. His cheeks flushed red as soon as a couple of girls walked by him and giggled. His hand immediately flew to his crotch, as if hiding something. I raised my eyebrows at him. “Just please come over here,” he pleaded.

I stood up, my legs feeling wobbly from sitting for too long. It took a few seconds for my legs to feel awake again and I walked over to Nate. “What?” Ha, omg. He raised his hand a bit to reveal what he was hiding. Poor little boy got a boner from staring at girls’ asses for 3 hours. I pulled my lips up to smirk at him.

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. “I need you to sit on my lap. You know, hide it.”

“What?” I giggled at how ridiculous he sounded. “No, Nate.” He may be my best friend but I am not going to sit on his you know what. But I guess this is what I get for being the best friend of the sex god of our campus. Don’t get me wrong, I love him – as a friend, of course – but he’s just such a, a… man-whore.

“Please,” he kept begging. Two more girls walked by and started giggling, and I can see the embarrassment clear in his expression. I sighed and he pulled me quickly to sit on his lap before I could say anything. His ‘thing’ hit my ass so hard that it made me slightly moan.

“Babe, calm down,” he chuckled, as I watched his lips form a smirk.

“Says the guy who got a boner in the middle of a party,” I teased him. It worked because I saw him pout from the corner of my eye. Though, I still can’t erase the awkwardness I’m feeling from sitting on his lap. People were staring at us. Some girls even glared at me, probably because we looked like a couple showing public display of affection.

“Let’s go home, please.” I whispered to Nate. “This is beginning to be awkward.”

“Just help me to the bathroom upstairs,” he told me softly. “Hide me, I mean. Then we can go home,” he offered. I nodded in agreement and we stood up. He pulled me closer to him, his hand around my waist, me covering his front part. We started walking inside and upstairs to the bathroom.

I don’t know why but he didn’t leave me outside the bathroom. He started unzipping his pants once he’d locked the door. “Woah, dude,” I looked away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taming the beast,” I wasn’t looking but I could feel him smirk behind me. It took a couple of minutes before I heard him zip up again.

“Is it safe to look now?” I asked him. He laughed at my vulnerability and grabbed my waist and spun me around to face him.

He looked into my eyes. He was so close. I could feel his breath in my face and I was trapped inside his arms. “You’re so cute,” he whispered.

I have the worst best friend ever.

Okay, just kidding, he’s awesome but this is the one thing that I absolutely hate about him. He loves teasing me. He knows how much I dislike it when he gets too close. It makes my chest tighten and I get too uncomfortable under his gaze. "Stop it," I told him, trying to loosen his grip on my waist. He was too strong.

He laughed once again, finally releasing me, and gave me a teasing look as he stepped back. "I'm kidding, babe."

"Stop calling me babe!"  I yelled, annoyed. I immediately reached for the door and went out. A couple more girls glared at me as they watched me and Nate exit the bathroom together. It kinda looked like we did something in there.

I jogged angrily to our car, leaving Nate behind, and leaned against it once I had reached it. I sighed. Nate can be so irritating... and crazy. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him...

"Aren't you coming inside?" Nate asked. He was already sitting inside the car. When had he arrived? I didn't even notice him unlock the car. I opened the door and sat down inside.

Once Nate had started driving, I stared at my window. All I could think of was how I would be able to snuggle up in my cozy apartment and  lie down on my soft bed in just 40 minutes more. I closed my eyes for a while, still thinking of my soft, soft bed. Then I noticed that the car had stopped. We were here already? I opened my eyes and saw a different building than ours. "Nate, why are we at your apartment? Aren't you going to drop me off first?"

"My gas is almost empty. I don't think it will last any longer," he said. So much for my soft bed. "You'll just stay the night here."

"Fine," I agreed. "As long as we sleep in separate beds. I don't want things to get too uncomfortable."

"As you wish," he mumbled, while getting out of the car. He walked to my side and opened the door for me and I got out as well. He took my hand and led me inside.

"I know my way around here, you don't have to lead me," I whispered to him.

He chuckled softly and pressed the elevator button: 4 "Yeah, I know. I just want to,"

Once we had reached his apartment I immediately started thinking of how this night will go, when something popped into my mind. "I don't have anything to change into,"

"I have some extra large shirts in here. You could wear those," he informed me. Just a shirt and underwear? I don't think so. 

"What about bottoms?" I asked him.

"My shorts are large. They won't fit your small waist," he added. "Just wear what I give you and don't complain, please?"

"Fine!" I gave up. There's no use in trying. When you try to win a discussion with Nate, well, you don't. "What do you have for me?"

"Here, wear this." He threw me an oversized grey t-shirt. Goodness gracious, I don't even think this is long enough. Ugh, that pervert. I entered his bathroom and started to strip off my clothes. I was wearing jeans and a button up shirt. After I had taken them off, all I was wearing now were my underwear. I threw on the shirt. "Too short," I mumbled, stepping outside the bathroom.

"Damn, hot girl." Nate whispered as he brushed by me, entering the bathroom. 

"Shut up," I growled. As soon as he had finished, I was already lying on his bed, almost asleep. "Oh, so I'll be sleeping on the floor then?" he teased. "This is not how this goes," he exclaimed, running over to me and lifting me from the bed.

"Hey! Nate, put me down!" I yelled. I squirmed trying to get out of his hold. Bad idea. All my squirming in his arms made my shirt go up, revealing my underwear whilst Nate was holding me. Oh dear gosh. I felt my cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

"Baby, I can see you're a fan of pink lace underwear." and with that being said, I felt my cheeks burn, they felt even redder than before.

"Please put me down!" I begged, and he finally did so. I was still holding him though, for support, so he came crashing down on me as soon as he set me down. I groaned at the weight that had just fallen on my body. His chest crushing mine. His face less than an inch away from my face. "I- I'm-"

He cut me off... with a kiss. What in the world is happening? I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a dream. But it wasn't. My best friend and I were kissing in his apartment and on his fricking bed! I tried to push him off but he wouldn't stop. He kept kissing me, and at some point I returned the kiss.

We were now making out, and strangely enough... it felt real good. He's such a good kisser. I opened my mouth to breathe but no, he wouldn't let me. Instead, I felt his tounge enter my mouth and dance with mine. Later on, I felt his hand slowly creep into my shirt. I cringed and he stopped. "What?" he asked. 

"Nate, don't you even think this is weird?" I questioned him. "Gosh, we're best friends. I'm not into you that way. Please, let's just sleep."

"But we were having so much fun," he reminded me. I did have fun. But no, this is wrong. I saw him pout and lie down beside me. "Alright, but we're sharing the bed."

"Fine," I whispered, turning my back to him.

"Fine," he repeated, reaching for my hand and gripping it in his. "Good night, Allie." 

I turned to face the ceiling and sighed, not letting go of his hand.

"Night."


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Okay, first part done. I hope you guys like it!
Tell me if I have any grammatical errors or if you have suggestions :)

Please forgive me for masking some terms. I don't really like using the other terms.
I maybe old enough, but I'm still cautious.

-bubbiruthless