I'm over at your house; again. It seems like I am at your house just as often as you are. You know how girls are with their best friends; inseparable.
It's true that I enjoy spending time with my friend, but I enjoy flirting with you even more. Every time you are around you are teasing me about something. I act bothered but it excites me. When I go home I think about you as I finally satisfy myself and drift off to sleep.
Tonight your sister and I are watching a bad movie in the living room. You come in and sit next to me on the loveseat. I find your seating choice odd but it makes my heart race.
"Is anyone else freezing?" You announce after awhile.
The house is cold considering it is summer. You come back with two blankets, one for her and one for us. You throw the blanket over us and I enjoy the feeling of immediate warmth. I can feel the heat rise between my legs. You seem interested in the movie, but I find that I can no longer concentrate.
After several minutes my focus has returned. Just as I feel comfortable with you sitting next to me, you quickly grab my hand and place it in between us. For awhile you just hold it. My heart is pounding and my knees are shaking. I have wanted you for so long.
You begin to caress my hand and then my shaking leg. I let my hand make its way over to you. I touch your thigh as you touch mine. It is clear this is the most we can do. Anything else would be heard. I enjoy touching you, but I want more.
As the movie ends you jump up and excuse yourself. You need to get rid of your erection before anyone notices.
"I'm going to Jerry's place; do you want a ride home?" You ask me nonchalantly.
"That works." I say trying to not appear eager. I say my goodbyes and we get into your car.
My eyes quickly meet yours and you drive off. As you drive you put your hand on my leg, occasionally caressing my thigh with your finger tips. The heat between my legs is nearly unbearable. I open my legs slightly hoping to catch a breeze from the air conditioning. The car fills with the smell of my excitement; your hand clenches my leg as you control your urge to pull over and fuck me.
I have words at the tip of my tongue, but I say nothing. My heart is racing and my heavy breathing is making my mouth dry. I keep glancing over at you out of the corner of my eye to try and get an idea of where we are going but I cannot read your stare. "I want to find somewhere for us to be alone." You say, answering the question I hadn't ask aloud.
The car ride feels endless as I anticipate what will happen when you find somewhere for us to be alone. Finally you pull over in a quiet parking lot. You take off your seatbelt and position yourself to face me. I slide my seatbelt off, but I keep staring straight ahead. I can't make myself meet your stare. Your experience shows; A boy my age would have tried to kiss me already, but all you do is look at my face. After a moment you bring your hand over to my chin. Your touch makes me gasp. My nervousness makes your cock strain against your jeans. With your hand on my chin you guide my eyes to meet yours. I lick my lips involuntarily in anticipation of a kiss, but you don't kiss me.
"Hi." You say coyly.
"Hi." I manage to breathlessly gasp back.
My eyes dart around the car. I feel embarrassed to look at you in the eye too long, but your eyes stay on me. I start to feel uncomfortable; you enjoy the feeling of knowing that you are making me squirm.
