Wow readers, have I got a treat for you!
One of my very best friends (ironically, given the theme) is also into writing and wrote a fun and sexy short story.
He’s looking for feedback and so I offered to post it on my site; it’s a little long, so you’ll get to enjoy it in installments.
Please do leave your comments though, let him know what you think.
Here is part 1 of THE BEST FRIEND:
I hate it when girls call me a good guy. When girls say I’m nice, and easy going, when they say I have a good sense of humour, that I’m easy to talk to, when they call me a catch, I fucking hate them. Every guy does when it happens to him. Anyone who’s ever been asked, “How is it possible that a guy like you is still single?” hates the girl who’s asking him. And the reason is simple: because whenever a girl asks you that question, inevitably a single response pops into your head, “If I’m really so great, why aren’t we dating?”
When I was in high school, my best friend was a girl named Ash. In high school, talking to girls is awkward. It’s full of um’s and ah’s and trying to sound witty and cool when you’re neither. It involves trying to hide that crack in your voice, of trying to keep her facing the side of you with less acne, and of trying not to sound like a total loser. But not with Ash.
Ash was my best friend in high school. Ash was the kind of girl I could relax with. I could stop worrying about what to say and just be myself. She was the type of girl you took on bike rides through the woods to see the latest dead animal you found. The type of girl who would sneak into R-rated sci-fi movies with you. Ash was the type of girl who would beat you at videogames, then shove it in your face and do an annoying victory dance while you sat there emasculated and without retort.
Ash was the type of girl who would regularly call you a loser and a bum, while giving you a playful shove and big grin.
She was the girl next door. She was slim and had long black hair which she always wore in a pony tail under a baseball cap. She dressed like she should’ve been your brother, and for some strange reason, seeing this cute, B-cup girl dressed like a boy was an unusual turn on.
Ash was the girl that you get a crush on because you click.
High school is an era of awkwardly timed erections, of wet dreams and constant fantasizing. It was a time when you sometimes walked your bike home because you couldn’t ride a bike with a boner. It was a time when you developed crushes on your teachers based more on their breast size, and less on their attractiveness. High school was the time when you learned how to put on a condom by practicing on a cucumber during the Sex Ed section of Gym class.
Maybe it was the fact that Ash and I fit so well together, that we clicked on some level that I can’t describe, that we were best friends, or then again, maybe it was just the constant hard-ons, but it was around this time of sexual awakening that I started to fantasize about Ash. I started to wonder what would happen if we started dating, if I kissed her, if I married her, but mostly, if I put my penis in her. It was around that point that I got my crush on her.
You see when it comes to guys, there isn’t much difference between having fantasies and feelings for a girl. Hmmm, I would really love to stick my penis in her while she’s wearing a maid’s uniform and bent over my bed. I guess I love her.
So I decided to act.
On to PART TWO