Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend Part 3

Part [ONE](https://redd.it/632ocb)
Part [TWO](https://redd.it/63bjfk)

(This segment was originally going to be one post, but the scale of it kind of got away from me, so bear with me. I felt that this stuff was relevant to the feeling of the overall experience and that is why I decided to keep it. This is a bit of a bridge to what will actually be the final sexy part, so there is a TL:DR at the bottom if you want to be a dirty rotten cheater. But seriously, I get it.)

The next few nights were a full on romps. We would play the same games, staying up to chat with my parents and then messing around once they’d gone to bed. We’d even take turns pretending that we weren’t going to mess around that night. Some nights I would play video games and do my best to ignore her while she toyed with me, doing her best to distract me with little kisses and strokes and the periodic blowjob. Other nights she would sit in my lap reading a book and I would lightly fondle her while she pretended to protest. Dumb games.

And they always evolved into the same thing: a few hours of exploring one another naked on the couch. We got really good at it too. We only almost got caught once when my dad had some allergy thing and decided he needed to sleep on the couch sitting up. We were luckily both still (mostly) dressed when we heard his feet hit the top stair and we had enough time to get adjusted and pretend we were watching late night television. On opposite ends of the couch.

I was always positive that my parents must have known or that I was going to wake up the next morning to them sitting at the dining room table, waiting to lecture me and explain how I was going away, very far away, to some South American town to be trained by proper Christians. But, alas, that never happened. I think, perhaps, it was this anxiety that helped me be careful enough though. I never just tossed the condoms, I always wrapped them up in something else or took the trash bag out to the dumpster immediately. We didn’t always fool around naked, especially if my parents showed any signs of restlessness, creaking the floorboards upstairs.

In that regard, she and I were a really great team. My wariness allowed us to keep on doing what we were doing without getting caught and her fun-loving spirit reminded me to take it easy and just get lost in the sex every now and again.

The only place these two traits seemed to conflict was with how badly Clara wanted to fuck in the shower. She felt the risk was worth the thrill, if not that the risk was all part of the thrill. But my pragmatism denied it. I just felt that it would be altogether too easy to get caught in a hundred and one ways and she understood. Just as she understood every time I didn’t reciprocate “I love you”.

She’d lay on my chest and kiss my face all over and whisper it quietly, almost to herself and she would always reassure me that she just wanted to say it and that there was no pressure for me to return the gesture. And yet, I always felt bad. But, we continued on.

About a week passed and we were just as smitten as could be. She and I were talking in my bedroom as I got ready to work that afternoon. My mom stepped into the room, the door open, as was house policy (although my parents had an almost unbreakable trust in Clara and my “friendship” being nothing more).

“Can I talk to you a minute, Clara?” my mother inquired. Clara looked at me and then to my mom, nodding and smiling.

“Absolutely!” she headed out with my mom, but not before looking back at me to make a bit of a panicked face.

How had it happened? How did my mom find out? Maybe my mom actually heard Clara the first night, put two and two together and was really covert in catching us? My heart raced while my mind whizzed back and forth, recalling my disposal of each condom, recalling if we ever went to bed without picking up her panties or my underwear. She never wore a bra, so it couldn’t be that her bra had been left anywhere…

I forced a panicked gulp as I sat on my bed, trying to tie my tie a dozen times, but distracted at the calamity barreling my way. I pulled out my phone to check the time. I had to be leaving in 15 minutes, but I really wanted to know what the hell was happening. I patiently waited on my bed, doing nothing but ruminating and checking the time. Would have been sensible to just set an alarm, but my brain was hardly clear at that moment in time.

And then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I peered down the hallway, watching for who it was. Clara slowly rounded the corner, looking down. She wouldn’t look at me. Oh fuck! Whatever membrane had been holding me back from a full on panic attack had just burst, allowing me to topple into the inferno of dread, dropping through the deepest circles of my own internal hell.

“What? What what what?” I pried, jumping up from the bed as she headed to her bedroom, picking up her things off the floor. “Oh my god. What did she say?!” I demanded, my head actually a little dizzy. She tossed her clothes into the duffle bag, slowly looking up at me. The expression she wore, though, wasn’t something I’d expected. She was grinning wide. It took me a moment in my fuzzy state to do the math, but I almost lost it when I realized what the grin was. “You bitch!” I exclaimed in a forceful whisper, falling back as relief rushed my system.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” she laughed, needing to sit down from the effectiveness of her prank and its hilarity to her. She might have killed me had she kept it up any longer. “Your brother has a swim meet this weekend and so they don’t want me staying here alone with you, even if your older brother is here,” she bit her lip, smirking a little bit, “Your mom said it’s not cause she doesn’t trust me, it’s just a formality,” she leaned in to whisper, a smirk emerging on her face. “They don’t know a damn thing,” her grin was so utterly triumphant. It actually transferred a relieved joy to me, just through the sight of it. But then I realized the rest of the equation and my face sunk. Before I could even say anything, she said, “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll be back monday morning! You can behave until then, right?” she winked at me and I nodded slowly.

“I… I guess. You staying at Rachel’s?” I sat down on the bed next to her, giving her a good ol’ glance over, knowing that this and the photos she’d sent me from the night before were going to be the last of her I was going to get for a few nights.

She nodded, zipping up her duffle. “Yeah. An extended sleepover I guess, you could say.”

“Is that not what we’re having?” I teased the definition.

“Well, I’m not going to fuck her, so no, I think we’re doing something different!” I shushed her and she just laughed, leaning in to kiss me. I rest a hand on her neck and savored the touch, savored her taste and the scent of her.

“I’m glad you’re not going to fuck her,” I teased before getting up, adjusting myself and heading to the door. “I guess I’ll see you Monday” I pouted and she returned the expression. She waved goodbye and I headed off to work, dealing with the reality that for the first time in something like 3 weeks I would get home to just my family, to late night video games and the quiet of my own mind. Not something I despised by any measure, but… nothing when compared to the company of Clara.

I spent my day at work thinking about her laughter and our jokes, the intimacy we were sharing and pondering over why I didn’t feel comfortable texting her. I wanted her to know that I missed her but I didn’t want to seem needy. But could I really seem needy when she had said ‘I love you’? I mean, it seemed like she was more comfortable with our attraction than I was. When my phone buzzed, I was disappointed that it was just my mother texting me to let me know that they were headed out now and that she loved me very much. Being a teenager, I groaned and rolled my eyes or something of the likes.

“You at Rachel’s now?” I texted Clara, hoping against hope that she somehow found a way to stay over. That was impossible, but still a fun fantasy to have. To think about having her over without my parents there. If my older brother ever left the house, we’d be completely alone, an entire house open for sexual conquest! My mind fluttered with images of her body, the light hitting her collarbone and exposed neck, the way her breasts curved under her and her ass bounded out when she would lay naked on her stomach. I’m not sure if these fantasies helped or hurt the grind of working at a grocery store, but they weren’t going anywhere, so I’m not sure that it mattered one way or another.

The droves of people seemed endless. I worked Customer Service, which was honestly better than the shit show that was being a cashier. I had been a cashier for about 3 months and it was the closest I’d ever come to quitting. Even when grungy slug people came in and yelled at us for not accepting their filthy, horrid cans for a deposit, I didn’t mind one bit when compared to the monotonous plodding that was running a cash register.

I stood over at the back of customer service, handling some papers when I saw another person appear at the counter. It was a little after 7, so I was in the department by myself.

“I’ll be right with you,” I said, not even looking up from my papers.

“Hey! Does this answer your question?” a familiar voice called out. I set the papers down, when I saw who it was. Clara and Rachel stood at the counter, bags of groceries in hand. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a shitty job and had a friend visit you, but it’s one of the most simultaneously pleasant and disappointing things that can happen. Inevitably that friend is doing something really awesome and super that will definitely wrap up before you get off work and so you have the excitement of a little human interaction, mixed with the disappointment of realizing you’re missing out. This effect is exasperated far worse when the person is someone you have a crush on, even if the crush is out in the open. It leaps the very farthest reaches of exciting and inconvenient, all at once.

“Looks like you guys got quite the bounty!” I replied, eying their groceries. A frozen pizza, oreos, soda yadda yadda. The usual junk food stuff.

“Yeah, we’re having a movie night!” Rachel exclaimed, “When do you get off?” she asked.

“10,” I said, already feeling defeated, knowing how these things go. ‘Oh man, that’s the woooooorst. We’ll be done by then. Sorry man,’ I imagined her saying.

“Well you should come over then! I’m sure we’ll still be up!” Rachel offered, “And I don’t think Clara would be bothered if you were there,” Rachel lathered on those words thick, receiving a glare from Clara as repayment.

“Well, only if Clara doesn’t mind,” I chided. Clara looked back at me and squinted.

“I don’t mind,” she played back before heading away with Rachel. Rachel was a bit of a prude. We actually knew each other from youth group, so we had a lot of the same tremendous hang ups with being sexually interested beings. I’d heard stories about Rachel experimenting lightly, but never anything really serious or categorically sexual. So I wondered how much Clara had shared with her. Or maybe Rachel thought she was being mischievous by giving Clara away like that. Maybe Rachel actually knew nothing?

Regardless, as it rounded toward 8pm, the store started to slow and I was able to get the rest of the closing tasks done. 8 to close always flew by. There was a lot to get done and no nearly no customers. So, before I knew it, I was a free man, walking briskly to my car, a 6 pack of Pepsi in hand, heading a few blocks to Rachel’s house.

Rachel had a basement entertainment room with a door opening right to her backyard, so we all used that to enter. When I got there, there were a few of our friends all gathered together, slovenly lazed about the place. I was greeted with quiet waves, a movie beginning. I think they were watching Misery? Regardless, I opened a Pepsi and took a spot on the floor in front of Clara, who ruffled my hair. I patted her hand in silent greeting and proceeded to watch the movie. Admittedly, I was doing the math on how to get alone with Clara again. I knew we couldn’t have sex here (most of this group was Christians from our church, so fooling around was frowned upon), but I wanted to kiss her again before I had to go home. The most likely opportunity would be in between movies or just before I had to go when everyone was distracted with conversation. She slowly etched little symbols into the back of my neck with the tip of her finger, sending ice down my spine. I always enjoyed the point in an intimate relationship when you were starting to know one another’s triggers, ways to drive each other mad! We definitely didn’t have it all figured out (it wouldn’t be so fun otherwise), but we were starting to know each others preferences. I, for one, have incredibly sensitive earlobes and utilizing that knowledge well can make me crazy, especially when paired with some careful teasing of my cock (a trick Clara was altogether too damn good at). Clara meanwhile found it incredibly hot to have her hips held while being taken from behind. There was a spot right along her jawline that, if nibbled just right, would spiral her down into euphoric moans, that often needed to be stifled with a pillow or a finger.

Feeling her etch at my neck reminded me the ways in which we were getting to know each other and how nice it was to be near her. It maybe would be most responsible to liken it to an addiction, but that feels so disrespectful. The honest part of me wants to acknowledge that I was addicted to her, that I experienced withdrawal without her near me, but the romantic in me wants to come up with something more eloquent, to tell you that it wasn’t addiction, it was attraction, it was pure and simple. But I know that’s not true. I needed her like another hit of heroin. It’s kind of a gross feeling really, well, the withdrawal anyhow. But for now, I had my hit. I felt at ease like this, even if my mind was searching for the next moment to be alone.

The movie droned on for what seemed like forever, but eventually it came to an end and everybody started talking and interacting, getting up to get snacks and the like. I just sat on the floor, waiting patiently for a moment alone. Everyone moved upstairs a moment and I took the opportunity. I pounced atop Clara and kissed her wildly, pinning her to the poofy couch as her hands reached up to greet me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and held me close. It was tremendous to get to be like this again with her. She sighed, pawing at my crotch instinctively. We knew time would expire soon, but I knew that I certainly couldn’t take much longer without her touch. I pulled away breathlessly and we laughed together, surprised by our own desire. She shook her head and watched me.

“It’s going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?” her face wore a half-hearted smile and I nodded in response.

“Yeah… You don’t think-

I didn’t even have to finish my sentence. She knew I was going to ask if Rachel would let me stay the night, but there was just no way. I already knew that, but at least I asked.

“How much did you tell her?” I added. She laughed, shaking her head as she stood up, hearing some people coming downstairs. I adjusted myself quickly.

“I told her that I think I might have a crush on you,” I think I blushed. I mean, no shit! But the way she said it was so teasing and so adorable… My heart fucking melted as everyone filtered back downstairs.

“We’re headed out!” the lot explained and I took that as a good time to head out myself. I said my farewells and Clara waved me goodbye, offering a final “Text me!” and a wink. I drove home, her kiss still lingering on my lips and her flirtation still rattling around my ribcage. I tossed off my shoes once I was in the door and headed to my room. I undressed and texted her.

ME – IS IT SAD THAT I MISS YOU ALREADY?

Yeah. I want to lie about this one, but those were the actual words that I sent to her. Ah, high school romance! But, she was sappy and stupid then too, so it all worked out.

CLARA – I KNOW THE FEELING! YOU HOME?

ME – YEP, ALL COZIED UP AND NAKED IN BED, JUST WISH I HAD A BUDDY.

CLARA – DON’T GET OFF.

ME – WHAT? WHY?

CLARA – TO QUOTE A GOOD FRIEND, ‘I’LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE”

I started a response when I was interrupted by an image of her torso, panties pulled low, but nothing showing and shirt pulled up high, also not revealing anything. Attached to the image she had sent more text.

CLARA – WHILE WE CAN’T BE CLOSE, WE SHOULD FRUSTRATE THE HELL OUT OF ONE ANOTHER. THAT WAY, WHEN WE RECONVENE, IT’LL BE THAT MUCH BETTER

I wasn’t sure how I felt about this game. On the one hand, it meant pictures and erotic interactions with Clara all weekend while we couldn’t interact physically, but on the other hand, rarely a day passed back then that I didn’t get off once or twice even without erotic stimulation, so the idea of waiting three more days to get off was insanity! But for some reason or another, I agreed to this cruel sport.

In return, I sent a picture of my torso, the blanket over the end of my member, everything else out for her lusting.

ME – ALRIGHT. YOU’RE ON!

We spent the rest of the night until about 4 in the morning exchanging a handful of pictures while playing a game of “what would you do if I were there?” She really wanted to be here and I would have done anything to have her here. My mind swirled around with visions of fucking anywhere and letting her moan out as loudly as she needed to!

And that was when I really started plotting! I realized that it was possible, if not likely that my brother would sleep over with his buddy Dylan and all their friends tomorrow night which would mean…

I don’t think it would be hyperbole to say that this realization was the most exciting of my life back then and… sadly, it might still be the most excited I’ve ever been. However, that may have just been the hormones and tremendous sexual frustration I was experiencing in that moment. I went to bed with hope in my heart, despite Clara passing out on me without saying good night.

The following morning, well, afternoon really, I awoke and got a shower, heading downstairs to find my brother watching shows while eating some cereal. I shook the box that sat beside his bowl. Empty. He probably ate the whole box in that one sitting… I grabbed some oatmeal to make the best of it and while heating it, I cleared my throat to talk to him.

“You hanging out with Dylan this weekend?” I inquired. I didn’t really know if that would seem obvious. It still shocks me how clueless my family was to this entire affair, even my older brother who tended to pick on me for so much as talking to a girl.

“I dunno yet. He might be out of town still,” my brother shrugged ineffectually, not aware what was a stake here! I prayed he would figure it out soon, so I could notify Clara. I nodded for my brother, trying to act disinterested. I ate my oatmeal while joining in watching television.

ME – HOW’S YOUR CONDOM STOCK?

I sent along to Clara.

CLARA – OH MAN. USED ‘EM ALL UP LAST NIGHT. ALL 100 OF THEM!
CLARA – BUT SERIOUSLY, I STILL HAVE LIKE 100 OF THEM. WHY?

I explained the situation to her, hoping not to get her hopes up too dramatically, but certainly trying to entice her with a little offering.

CLARA – OH MY GOD! TELL ME THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN!
CLARA – WE CAN DO IT IN THE SHOWER!
CLARA – AND I CAN BE NOISY!

I told her to chill out a little bit, that nothing was set in stone yet. But if I really wanted her to not get excited, I likely shouldn’t have told her anything. But, decisions made in realtime are rarely perfect. So now not only were my hopes raised, nor was it as simple as that hers were as well, but she cause my hopes to climb even more by insisting on it!

I didn’t want to prod my brother about it or seem like I was trying to get him out of the house, but HOLY HELL, I was needing him to get the fuck out, especially when Clara started sending me photos, including one simply titled: freshly shaved. You might be able to guess what that was a picture of.

So, it took every fiber of self control that I had to not flip my shit when my brother came to my room and announced that he was going to be going to Dylan’s tonight and would likely sleep over. I nodded quietly and thanked him for letting me know before calling Clara to tell her the news. She actually screamed, like fangirl level screams. I’d have thought it a bit much if I wasn’t feeling that excited myself.

“When can I come over?” she pried.

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that. It seem like he’s going over a little later. I’ll text you when he’s gone,” she wasn’t in love with that answer, but it was just going to have to do!

“You’e better be so ready to go when I get there though!” she demanded.

“Trust me, I will be. Just, please, be sure to park away from the house. Yeah?” she was a little insulted that I even implied that she’d be that dumb.

“Just be ready for me, I’ll handle the rest!”

And thus, when the time came a couple hours later, I texted her and then, knowing she’d be there in a few minutes, I started the shower, abandoning my clothes in my bedroom. I wasn’t going to have any need for them for the rest of the night! I stepped into the shower after texting her to come in through the garage.

Now there was nothing left to do but wait for the best weekend of my life.

TL;DR – Clara had to leave for the weekend since my parents would be out of town with my younger siblings. Turns out my brother was going to sleep over at a friends house, so Clara came over for some fun. At the end of this, I was standing in the shower, waiting for Clara to arrive)

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