Chapter 1: The Bed of Secrets
I’m sprawled out on Alison’s bed, trying to play it cool, but my body’s betraying me in the worst way. There’s a raging boner in my jeans, and I’m pretty sure it’s about to declare independence if I don’t get a grip. Alison, my best friend turned girlfriend of barely two weeks, is rummaging through her dresser across the room, completely oblivious to the war zone in my pants. She’s slender, all long limbs and delicate curves, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she hums softly. God, she’s gorgeous—and sweet, funny, teasing in a way that makes my heart stutter. But right now, I’m just praying she doesn’t turn around and catch me adjusting myself for the third time in five minutes.
‘Angel, you okay over there? You’re awfully quiet,’ she calls out, her voice laced with that playful edge that always gets me. She glances over her shoulder, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief. ‘You’re not plotting to steal my secret candy stash, are you?’
I choke out a laugh, shifting to hide the evidence. ‘Nah, just... admiring the view.’ Smooth, Angel. Real smooth. My face is probably redder than a stoplight.
She smirks, abandoning her search and sauntering over to the bed. My heart does a backflip as she plops down beside me, her thigh brushing against mine. She’s wearing these tiny shorts that show off her legs, and I’m trying not to stare, but damn, it’s hard. ‘Oh, really? What’s so interesting about my ceiling?’ she teases, leaning in close enough that I can smell the faint vanilla of her shampoo.
‘Uh, it’s... architecturally fascinating?’ I mumble, and she bursts out laughing, her hand landing on my chest. Her touch is electric, and I’m pretty sure my cock just twitched like it’s trying to high-five her through my jeans.
‘You’re such a dork,’ she says, but her voice softens, and her fingers linger, tracing lazy circles on my shirt. Her eyes flicker with something new—curiosity, maybe? Or is that just wishful thinking? ‘You know, I’m really glad we’re... us now. Even if it’s weird sometimes.’
‘Good weird, though, right?’ I ask, my voice lower than I mean it to be. I’m drowning in the way she’s looking at me, all shy and bold at once.
‘Very good weird,’ she whispers, and then—holy shit—she’s swinging a leg over me, straddling my hips as she settles on top. My breath catches, and I’m painfully aware of every inch of her pressed against me. Her perfectly round, gravity-defying H-cup breasts are right there, straining against her thin tank top, and I’m sweating already. She freezes, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what she’s done. ‘Oh, um, I didn’t mean to—should I move?’
‘Only if you want to,’ I manage, my hands hovering awkwardly at her waist. My cock is screaming for attention now, hard as steel and trapped between us. I’m pretty sure she can feel it, and the thought makes me both mortified and insanely horny.
She bites her lip, a nervous giggle escaping. ‘This is... new territory. But I kinda like it.’ Her hips shift just slightly, and I groan before I can stop myself. Her eyes widen, but then she grins, a wicked little spark in her gaze. ‘Did I do that?’
‘Alison, you’re killing me,’ I rasp, my hands finally settling on her hips. Her thighs are soft but firm, and I’m dying to feel more of her, to see where this awkward, electric moment takes us.
She leans down, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, ‘Good. Let’s see how much more I can kill you.’ Her voice is pure seduction, and I’m done for. My hands tighten on her, pulling her closer, and I can feel the heat of her through those tiny shorts, her body trembling just as much as mine. We’re both virgins, fumbling through this, but the tension is dripping with promise, and I know we’re about to cross a line we’ve only dreamed of—starting with the slow, teasing grind of her thighs against me.
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