Patrick's Point of View.
Every time she comes over I find myself watching her out of the corner of my eye. Why did she always choose to come to me? Sure, we're friends and all. She'd always come over and just chill. Not that I'm complaining, she was always a joy to be around and certainly not an eyesore. That was the problem though. She was well and truly out of my league and it killed me inside that I couldn't do what I really wanted to do to her. She'd always say how nice I am. How glad she was to have a friend like me. If only she knew what was really going through my mind every time she sat down on my sofa.
Her name was Amber. She wasn't very tall, around 5ft3" maybe? She had the most mouth watering curves you'd ever lay your eyes on. Her breasts, although heavy were high and firm. From what I could see anyway. She had a tiny little waist that spanned back out to show beautiful full hips, and her ass! Don't even get me started on her ass. Round, high, firm and from I can see it looks tight as hell. Her hair was long, really long and a beautiful chestnut brown colour with blonde tips. Ombre, she'd called it. Her complexion was always flawless and pale. Like a true English rose that complimented her big blue eyes. Her straight white teeth were hidden behind a pair of full juicy looking lips that I constantly wanted to kiss.
She was standing out on the balcony overlooking the busy city in silence. She was quite upset when she came over unannounced. I didn't want to pry into whatever it was that upset her so I just let her in. She gave me that sad smile that had broke my heart on more than one occasion and went straight out onto the balcony to have a smoke. With me not being a smoker she knows I wouldn't appreciate her smoking in the apartment. I looked at her she had her back to me and I could see that beautiful ass of hers as she blew out a cloud of thick smoke. She was wearing those black jeans again. The ones that were so tight she may as well have painted them on. On her upper body was a grey jumper, also tight. Nothing was showing, no cleavage, no leg but she still turned me on so much it was almost infuriating. This woman was just unreal. I've never met her parents but they really did a good job when they created her.
I first met her about 4 months ago in a bar. She was alone and of course upset. I myself was drowning my sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniels at the bar. She had strolled in and sat down on the bar stool next to mine. She introduced herself and asked the bar tender for an extra glass. Would it have been anyone else I would have told them to fuck off but those eyes, they just hypnotized me. We both sat on our stools and drank our way through the bottle of Jack until the early hours of the morning. We both went our separate ways but I kept going back to that same bar in the hopes that she'd come back. I couldn't get those eyes out of my head and I needed to at least exchange numbers with her. A week later she came back, another week later she came back to apartment with me but nothing happened. Nothing ever did happen, I was officially in the friend zone.
"I'm sorry I came over without calling or anything." Her voice, like honey brought me out of my daze. "I just, I just had to get out of my house for a little while."
I didn't say anything, merely gave her a nod of my head as she came and sat next to me. I held a breath as she rests her head on my shoulder letting out a broken sigh. She did this a lot. I didn't know if she was just teasing me for the fuck of it or if this was how she genuinely was towards her friends. She was extremely confusing. Her slender hand came to rest on my knee and I bit my lip. If she knew what she was doing then she was an evil, evil woman. We've been in this position so many times before, she'd be all over me but not completely. All she ever wanted to do was snuggle with me and it was annoying as fuck. Was I seriously that friend she could just cuddle with and she wouldn't feel turned on or even awkward about it? Then it dawned on me, what if she thought I was gay?
"Patrick, I should really get going." She said with sigh before standing up and looking down at me on the couch. "Thank you for being here for me, like always." There is that amazing smile. "You're such a good friend."
With that she was gone. I felt the anger build up before I could control it and let out a growl. My hands balled into fists I stalked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. Why do I let her do this to me? I turn down so many girls because of her. What if she came over, unannounced one day and saw me banging some other chick? What would her reaction be? Would she care? Probably not. Not only was I angry I was also immensely horny. Pulling my clothes off so I was just in my boxer shorts I quickly got into bed. I tried to go to sleep but all I could think of was what it'd be like to have her in this bed with me. One part of me wanted to be between her thighs, eating her sweet little pussy while the other part wanted to fuck her face brutally for being such a little cock tease.
Just the thought of her mouth around my throbbing cock, her eyes streaming as I held her pretty face down and watching her gag on it made me throw the sheets off me and grab my dick and slowly jerk myself off. Pumping the hot and hard flesh with a tight grip. I pictured myself holding her silky hair in a ponytail as I pulled it, making her arch her back and stick her ass up as I pound into her dripping cunt from behind. I closed my eyes as the sounds of her screaming my name filled my ears, pulling on my dick harder and faster and before I knew it I came all over my stomach. I lay there breathless and becoming more and more sticky as I just gaze up at the ceiling. Enough is enough, I can't live like this anymore. I need to find someone else instead of pining after someone what obviously doesn't want me. I get up and go take a quick shower before calling it a night and going to bed.
Amber's Point of View.
I left Patrick's house and inwardly kicked myself. Damn, I was so fucking stupid! For the past 4 months we'd grown closer and closer but nothing had happened. He was a beautiful man, small but beautiful. He must be around maybe 5ft8 or something. He's taller than me but it wouldn't bother me if he wasn't. His blue grey eyes that most of the time were covered by thick rimmed black glasses always seemed to render me speechless. He was 7 years older than me, I didn't mind the small age gap though. He was only 30 and he looked amazing, he had such a cute baby face and he always looked so innocent. There was so much more that I wanted to see but couldn't because for some reason whenever I'm around him I lose all of my confidence. I'd always tell him how much of a great friend he is. I put the man in the fucking friend zone and only had myself to blame for it.
Before I even walk into my house I can hear my stepdad shouting at my Mom. It was a daily occurrence but she'd never leave him, no matter how many times he drunkenly hits her. I just hope that one day she will see sense and kick his nasty drunken ass to the curb. I can't believe I'm saying this but if she killed him, I'd help her hide the body. Soon enough I hear him storm upstairs and slam his bedroom door closed. He'd be passed out soon enough and completely forget any of this ever happened.
I pull off my clothes and get into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm greeted with the image of Patrick's smiling face. Although, he hasn't smiled that much lately. I fear I'm beginning to annoy him constantly showing up at his apartment. It's just that for some reason I feel like I'm drawn to him. I just can't stay away, his whole personality is addictive. He's been a rock for me the past 4 months since knowing him but I'm not sure if he's attracted to me or not. I just wish I had the guts to make a move on him but I can't bring myself to do it. I know he's not a mind reader, I just can't win.
Sighing to myself I sit up and rummage around in my bedside table drawer and smile triumphantly as I spot the small but very powerful bullet vibrator. I quickly check the door is locked and turn the little gadget on. A soft moan escapes my lips as I softly brush it against my right nipple. It immediately puckers against the cold vibrating metal sending a rush of arousal throughout my body and straight to my throbbing pussy. I move to the other nipple and bite my lip at the rush coursing through me again. My hand slowly makes it way down the middle of my body to my lace covered sopping wet pulsating cunt and I lightly run the vibrator over my lips gasping at the sensations it causes me to feel. I press the vibrator against my clit through the lace and my whole body shudders. His face appears behind my closed eyelids as I move my underwear to the side. The vibrator now against my naked clit I repeatedly gasp his name over and over as I'm brought to a strong but empty orgasm.
As I come back down from my high I notice a light by my thigh and my stomach lurches as I look at the screen on my cell phone and realise I've called someone, with my thigh. The call is still going on as I look down at the little timer on it. 15 minutes and counting. With a slowness that could win me a grammy I place the phone against my ear.
"P-Patrick?" I whisper into the receiver. "I can explain."
"Get here, now." Is all that's said before he cuts the call off.