[f]rene[m]ies

(Mild story, juicy bits towards the end)

His name was Daniel. His nickname for me was Slut. We never got along. From the moment we met, we spent almost all our time together bickering. Id go so far as to venture our fellow classmates and friends called us “frenemies”. We had a couple classes together and despite our hatred for one another, somehow the universe decided to arrange for us to sit together. It was as if it was our purpose in life to annoy each other. We would get up to all kinds of mischief, like throwing clay into the standing fan during ceramics class to watch what happens or painting on each other instead of our canvases during art class, always squabbling, always arguing. The times we got along were few and far between, usually whilst being forced by our lecturers to critique each other’s artworks or share ideas on how to make our works better.

I started dating a fellow schoolmate, Leonard the first year of school. It lasted only a couple months and was nothing special. There was no love lost. Daniel had always made fun of me for it. For those couple months he would sulk and ignore me, even going so far as to say hurtful things about leonard and I, which he had never done before during our little arguments. The first time he crossed the line and made a personal attack on me was a week right after my break up with Leonard. It was during literature, when he took my phone that I placed on my desk and started browsing through my messages. Now back then, we didn’t have smart phones yet so there was no way you could “lock” your phone with a passcode. Daniel has scrolled through my messages with leonard and had read off my phone, spewing cringe worthy content like the “I love yous” and “I miss yous” leonard and I had exchanged. I remember trying to snatch my phone back when he got off his desk and ran to the boys toilets, knowing full well I wouldn’t be able to chase him in there, being a girl.

Too bad for him, I didn’t care about social etiquette and ran after him. By the time I caught up, I saw that his face had entirely changed. Gone was the playfulness in his eyes whilst reading aloud my messages, replaced by an intense dark gaze. He had handed over the phone to me without a second thought and promptly stomped out the bathroom. Puzzled by his expression, I flipped over the phone and saw that he had been currently looking at one of the photos of leonard kissing my cheek during another friend’s birthday. He had immediately went to our lecturer and requested a change in seating positions and moved to the back of the classroom. We never spoke again after that.

Fast forward three years later, we were in our last year of school. We both grew a lot in these three years, Daniel shooting up to 6’3, his chiseled cheekbones becoming more pronounced, and a light stubble had starting to form over his cupids bow just above his full lips. He had started working out and you could see the muscles rippling through his body and his biceps bulging on each arm. It was a huge contrast to the skinny little boy with dark glasses that I knew. I changed as well. I had let my hair grow out from a short bob to my waist level, my silky dark locks slightly touching the top of my ass, swaying as I walked. I lost some of my baby fat in my cheeks and now spotted an oval shaped face with bright blue eyes and large black circular glasses which emphasised my cheeks. My breasts had developed as well, I was a full DD cup, from barely a B cup three years ago. My waist small and legs, long and toned from the past four years of ballet. I will still petite tho, being only 5’3, my height being the only thing about me that remained the same or so I thought.

It was that one fateful day, during the middle of the holidays, I went back to school, not expecting to see anyone there, to complete a project for my design class that I’ve previously failed. Unbeknownst to me, Daniel was present as well. Out of the 100 days of vacation, somehow, we both chose the same day to return to school. That not being awkward enough after the “end” of our friendship three years prior, we were the only two students in the entire school. I was tempted to head back home and avoid seeing him but I decided to stick my courage to it’s sticking place and went into the studio. Our studio was on the seventh floor, our windows huge panels of glass stretching along the walls, offering us a wonderful view of the forest beside the school. I saw that Daniel had made camp on the floor beside the glass panels and that he was arranging some papers to cut. I plopped down my belongings beside him and ignored him while I went to gather my stationery provided by the school. I needed a pair of scissors which was on the top shelf of the cupboard and I had my back to him while trying to reach for it.

All of a sudden, I felt a poke on both sides of my ribs. I turned around to see him with a goofy smile. “I didn’t know you were ticklish” he said. “Let me help you get those scissors.” I knew the scissors was his offering branch and took it, thanking him. We went back to work and conversation started following. We caught up on what we had been doing the past couple years and what our plans were after we’d graduated from school. Things were civil and kinda fun, honestly. I believe that that was the first decent conversation we’ve ever had. I told him my plans to go overseas for university and he jokingly said to me to not be a slut in my new school and that the guys there would take advantage of me for being so cute. At that point, I had never had my first kiss, never held hands with a guy, was a virgin and I was definitely not a slut.

We bantered for a bit about me being a slut or not and it was nice to know things were the same and that we were still frenemies despite the sneaky compliment he made about me being cute. We carried on with our work in silence for a bit after that when he reached across and picked up my phone. I had switched over to an iPhone by now and didn’t have a passcode.

“Do you remember how when we were younger I’ll always steal your phone and you’ll run after me?” He asked, his eyes sparking mischievously, a small grin appearing on his lips.

“Yes, it was fun”, I reminisced. “But please don’t do that again.” I said with a smile.

“Why not?” He opened my phone and started scrolling through my texts as he had always done. “Do you have something to hide?”

“There’s nothing in my phone and I don’t have a Boyfriend for you to make fun of.” I said.

He nodded his head, unable to find anything interesting, when he went into my photo albums to find something that may interest him.

“What about this?” He laughed. It was a selfie I’d taken of myself in my tweety bird pajama top and pink lacey underwear with a white ribbon and it was mortifying that he was looking at it. “You look cute.” He said, still smiling. “

“Oh my god. Give that back!” I shouted and immediately, he got up and we started running around the studio, our work forgotten as I chased him around trying to snatch my phone back. I cornered him at a wall and started tickling him, demanding he return my phone when he slid onto the floor and I stood over him. I was wearing my school uniform which was a pale yellow blouse and black skirt and I had barely nothing under, just a tiny black gstring. From his position on the floor he could definitely see under my skirt and he did what any guy at age 18 would do.

“I can see your panties!” He snickered.

He had reached up still clutching onto my phone as I continued snatching it back, his blouse riding above his waist, revealing his navy blue boxers.

“I can see yours too!” I retorted.

Getting a little bit flustered, I left him lying on the floor and went to his work area and picked up his laptop. “Give me back my phone or I’ll take your laptop.” I threatened.

He came towards me then, taking large strides, like a predator hunting it’s prey when I knew I had made a wrong move. I scooted over to the tables, moving away from him as quickly as possible when he suddenly grabbed me from behind, pulling me down onto his lap. I had never been in such close proximity to a guy before and my heart started beating very fast. Laptop and phone forgotten, me still on his lap, I twisted my body and faced him. “What are you doing?” I squeaked, blushing profusely.

We looked at each other for a couple of seconds, not knowing what to do, not understanding what was happening when he leaned in, his arms tightening around my waist and kissed me on my lips. He pressed his lips softly against mine, once, twice, three times. While I just stared at him, dumbfounded, surprised and slightly aroused. He pulled back to judge my reaction and smiled seeing that I did not slap him or remove myself from his lap when he bent down and kissed me deeply. I’d never been kissed before and I didn’t know what to expect or what to do. I didn’t know how warm and soft his lips would be pressed against mine, how gentle and coaxing his tongue was, licking my lips and searching for my own as he explored my mouth. Our tongues tangled as he guided me through the kiss, his hands will around my waist, mine finding themselves wrapped around his neck. He nibbled at my lips and tugged and pulled, coaxing me even more and I was repeating everything he did to me back to him, sucking his tongue gently wrestling with it after. The both of us were panting by the time we parted.

“Fuck I never knew you were so hot” he whispered in my ear as his lips left mine and he bit my neck gently, licking it after and kissing his mark. Gooseflesh rose along my spine and I arched my back, welcoming that sensation. My heart pounding and my face as red as a tomato, I didn’t want it to end. Daniel continued his lazy exploration down my neck and started to lick and kiss my collar bones. Pausing in between to breathlessly say, damn you smell so good. His hands started reaching higher as he unhooked my bra, and he reached one hand into my blouse and began fondling my breasts. I moaned at the contact, and my eyes rolling back. He pinched one nipple and I nearly came. He kissed me again full on the mouth, not holding back this time, passionate and rough as he squeezed both my breasts. I had twisted around so that I was on his lap sitting facing him, clutching his hair in pleasure as he explored my body and found what made me moan and what made me squeak. My body started grinding against him of its own accord, I could feel his hard on under his pants and I couldn’t help but to grind against it, my movements getting more and more frenzied, searching for release as his kisses got more intense. He twisted my left nipple roughly, eliciting a deep moan from me and moved his kisses down to my breast as he sucked on my right nipple. The sensations were too much for me to bear and I found myself cumming. I’d never been wetter in my life before. I could feel myself dripping, my tiny gstring completely soaked.

“Yes that’s it baby, cum for me” he whispered against my soft flesh as he caressed my waist and under my breasts in circles, both prolonging my arousal and calming me down at the same time as my orgasm subsided. He then held me tight against his chest and laid soft kisses on the top of my head while I almost cried from the intense pleasure he wrought from my body. I had never felt that way before and my emotions were tuned too tight. He knew that and he rubbed my back, whispering shushing sounds and saying it’s okay, I got you, repeatedly into my hair.

We stayed that way for an hour after that, neither of us wanting to break the spell that led to such an intimate encounter. Before we knew it, the sky had gotten dark and we barely began our work. Noon had turned to night and the day was going to be over soon.

“Hey baby” he whispered, “do you want to grab dinner?”

I nodded my head, still unable to speak as I got off his lap. I couldn’t look him in the eye , embarrassed of what happened, a multitude of questions starting to form in my mind.

I decided to ask the most important one. “Daniel, what do you want to eat?”

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