pervy!bsf!Michael Sweet talkin' 18+ mdni
The first time the two of you touched each other was a shock.
You and Michael had been friends since you were 12. His family had moved to Hayvenhurst, right into the house across from yours. You and Michael had become inseparable from that day forward. Over the years, you and Michael had managed to get into trouble together on many occasions. which was impressive considering you both belonged to devout families. Somewhere throughout the years, without you even noticing it, you had developed feelings for your best friend. Something far from innocent, and something you knew you could never share with anyone. You knew it was unrealistic. But you couldn't help but yearn for something more from Michael.
You would do anything for him, and vice versa. That was what it meant to be best friends with someone. But when he stood in front of you, beet red and unable to make eye contact with you. With the idea of you two “experimenting” together. Saying that it would just be practice for both of you so that when the real time came, you could be prepared. You were hesitant to agree.
When he finally made eye contact with you with those enormous doe like eyes of his, looking as if he was on the verge of tears. Whining about how it wasn’t as if it would mean anything, and that it was normal for friends to help each other out. “We’re best friends, aren’t we?” he insisted, his eyes never breaking from yours. Only then do you nod your head, finally agreeing to his idea. How could you tell him no? “Just promise me that whatever we do to each other will stay between us?” you pleaded, your voice just barely above a whisper. Michael hummed in agreement, but the brief smirk that ghosted across his lips did not go unnoticed by you. And before you could truly comprehend what you had just agreed to, Michael's lips were on yours. connecting with such a fervor that it made you dizzy. It was messy at first, but the two of you eventually found your rhythm. The kiss went on for what felt like an eternity. When Michael finally broke it to catch his breath, all you could taste was his signature cinnamon gum.
Just as fast as the kiss was over, it began again. You can’t remember when you made it onto the bed. All you could focus on was the throbbing, hot ache growing between your thighs. His large hands boldly wandered across your body until Michael's hand slipped past the waistband of your jeans. His calloused palm was warm against your skin before stopping abruptly. His eyes found yours. “Tell me that you want this, that you want me. i need to hear you say it,” he whispered against your lips. Your throat ran dry with embarrassment. Just as his fingers brushed against the growing wet spot on your panties. “You have to say it, baby. you wouldn’t want to let your best friend down, would you?” he feigned. Of course you didn’t want to let him down; Michael was the most important person in the world to you.
“I want you, Michael,” you breathlessly answered. That seemed to please him as he finally let his hand dip into your panties. His middle finger made a long and agonizingly slow stripe through your slit. causing you to let out a moan that died in your mouth as Michael’s own pressed against yours again.
Remember, this is normal. Right? Best friends help each other out. Don’t you want your best friend to be happy?
