[M]y Best [F]riend Part 4: Changes [Long]

This one has a lot of backstory/build up, but I’m also not writing every time we had sex because it’s not r/StevenandEmmy and I don’t think it’s necessary. But this one is. Enjoy.

Fast forward to last year. Emmy was in her senior year of college, about to complete her degree in nursing and already had a job lined up at the hospital in her college town. I graduated from the technical school and began working on my ASE certification. I landed a job at a well known shop also in her college town which was great because I could spend time with Emmy and other high school friends who attended her university. Additionally, I ended up living with her grandmother, gramma, who was lonely as Emmy’s grappa died just before we started college.

Emmy and I were able to keep our relationship, even at a distance. We would FaceTime or have Skype sessions when we needed each other for relief, and the occasional sexy picture. Before anyone asks, I haven’t and won’t share them because I respect Emmy too much and I’m a selfish bastard.

Emmy dated a few guys during her first two years of college, but it never lasted long. At the end of sophomore year, she started talking to a guy named Jeremy and they began a relationship her Junior year. At the same time, she introduced me to a girl on her hall named Hannah and we quickly hit it off.

Hannah was a cute blonde with a round face and a little pudge, but absolutely adorable. And while she celebrated the friendship between Emmy and I, Jeremy couldn’t stand it. He was the first guy in all of our years of friendship who actively tried to split us up. It was hell on Emmy, and while her friends thought her boyfriend should come first, it was Hannah and I who consoled her through it. If they came over to Gramma’s, I would have to vacate the house.

Unfortunately, Hannah left for a study abroad program that summer. We discussed long distance, but realized we were in different places in life and wanted different things. We parted amicably and are friends to this day.

Emmy continued her relationship through the summer. He even spent a week at her parent’s. She would text me at night or when he wasn’t around, and we remained as strong of friends as ever.

The day she moved in for senior year, she broke up with him. A huge fight ensued over her having a picture of us as kids displayed in her dorm room. After this, we resumed the sexual side of our relationship but it had changed. It wasn’t as sensual or romantic, just sex. Still, at this point, we kept that part of us a secret from the world.

Emmy was an RA, took classes, and worked at the hospital. I just assumed she was overwhelmed and needed relief. She would unwind on Thursday nights when she met the girls at the bar and some weekends went to parties with a group of friends we had.

One Thursday night that spring I got a text that would change the scope of our friendship for ever.

“Girls know. I slipped up. I’m sorry.

I was hanging out with a guy from high school, Sam, who occasionally hooked up with one of the girls, Catie.

“You wanna explain this?” He asked and showed me a text.

“Emmy and Steven had sex in high school! Can you believe it? Ms. Innocent and Steven?! Lol!”

I explained to Sam that we lost our virginities to each other so when we met the right person in college it wouldn’t be awkward. He understood and was appalled that Catie would send that.

The girls were less kind. I went to Emmy next week needing to talk because Gramma told me she planned to move to a retirement home and I thought we could get a two bedroom place together to save money.

“Emmy, can we talk about the future?” I wasn’t thinking when I phrased it that way.

“Damnit, Steven. I told you. I can’t see an us. I know we’ve been hooking up more and it’s fun, but it’s not going to happen!”

“Wait, that’s not…”

“Get out, Steven. Just go! Leave!”

I didn’t speak to Emmy after that. She was madder than she’d ever been and it put me into depression. It was a week and a half later when she texted me.

“Hey. So, my car won’t start. Any ideas?”

“I’ll come look. I’m about to get off work.”

I got to campus and her battery was dead. She was obviously dressed for a date. Not super fancy, but nicer than her normal jeans and t-shirt.

“Battery is shot” I said after jumping it. “Take the WRX on your date.”

“How did you know?”

“You only dress like that to impress. It’s rare you show your cleavage and curves. I’ll get your car squared away. Have fun and good luck.” I shot her a smile. “Coming to the party after?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

By the time I next heard from Emmy, I had taken her car to work, tested the battery, and gotten it replaced. I was already back and pregaming with our friends.

“TacoCat.” Our old code word. “Pulling into lot. Come meet me. Quick.”

I rushed downstairs, she looked miserable.

“Worst. Date. Ever. How they could set me up with him is beyond me.” As we went up to our friend’s apartment she continued. “Stared at me, talked openly about my body, wore a fedora and called himself a ‘nice guy’ multiple times!”

She joined the pregame, but soon everyone was ready to leave. Emmy grabbed my arm.

“I need to grab something from my car. Steven, can you show me where you parked it? We’ll catch up with y’all.”

At her car, Emmy leaned against it. She looked at me for a minute.

“Steven, this last week has been hell. I know I said I can’t picture a life with you, but I know I can’t handle a life without you. Going out with Joey tonight just reinforced that. Maybe I was wrong.”

“Emmy. You’ll never have a life without me. I’m always in your corner. I left you alone because you’ve never been that mad at me. I’ll always have your back no matter what.”

“Well, I thought I had hurt you. I was afraid you were mad at me so I left you alone.” A moment of silence passed. “Steven, let’s do it. Let’s try.”

“Do what? Try?”

“A relationship. A real one. No man makes me feel the way you do. Mind, body, and soul. Other guys have come close, but only in certain realms.” She sighed. “Maybe that’s why it was easy with you. Maybe that’s why you’re the only man I’ve been with.”

“Wait. The only one? You were with Jeremy for so long.”

“Never. Not for lack of trying on his part, and while I loved being with him despite his hate for you, I never felt all that comfortable. He never even saw me change clothes.”

“I understand. I’ve not been with anyone else either.”

“Hannah?”

“Nah, she was devout Catholic. Dead set on waiting until marriage. Let’s do it. Not like it’ll change things much. Right?”

“Right.” She kisses me on the cheek. “I love you, Steven. We’ll still have to hide it for now. Let’s go before anyone gets suspicious.”

“I love you, too, Emmy.”

We walked hand-in-hand to the party. We hung out and drank for a few hours. Joey showed up and kept trying to make a move. Finally, Emmy asked me to escort her back to her dorm under the guise of returning one of my books, but Joey insisted on tagging along to make sure she was safe.

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We got to her room and immediately embraced. Overtaken with passion, our hands caressed each other’s bodies as we stripped our clothes off.

“Fuck me, Steven. I want you now.”

“No.” She looked at me quizzically. “I want our first time as boyfriend and girlfriend to be making love.”

I laid her on the bed and began rubbing her clit. By now I knew her body like the back of my hand. Kissing her while I rubbed she moaned into my mouth. Just as she came, her phone started ringing.

“Fucking hell. It’s Joey.”

“Answer it.” I smiled. “Ride me while you talk to him.”

She grabbed my dick and slid down on it.

“Hello?”

She tried to cover her moans, but clearly struggled to regulate her breathing.

“I’m fine. Going to bed.”

She began rocking her hips on me as I played with her clit.

“He’s been done. Probably went out the back door.”

Her pussy was getting tighter. I knew she was going to cum again.

“Look, I’m exhausted. I’m going to sleep. Night.” She hung up the call. “Fuck! Unnnnngggggghhhhhh.” She collapses on me.

I rolled her over and started slowly fucking her. She told me between gasps and moans that he wanted to come up and thought that I was there and potentially harassing her. She began to play with her clit and came again.

I took a break and ate her out. We continued making love for another 30 minutes. Kissing, saying how much we loved each other.

I was on top of her. Her breasts bouncing in time to my thrusts. Her arms wrapped around me. Her pussy tightened for the last time that night as she screamed my name. I pulled out and she instinctively stroked my cock until I unloaded weeks worth of cum all over her. Her stomach, breasts, and even her face had my cum on it.

“I love you, Emmy. You’ll always be my friend no matter what, though.”

“Thanks, Steven. I love you, baby.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gq2eoj/my_best_friend_part_4_changes_long