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Today was slow, although that's what skipping school did, made your days feel impossibly slow. Luckily today you had your best friend since childhood, Patrick, with you. He kept you company, made you laugh and was generally the sweetest guy you knew, but your boyfriend didn't seem to care even when you swore Patrick was nothing more than your friend (even though sometimes you wished it was his hand between your thighs rather than your own). Patrick was always the shy nerd type, a bit chubby, thick glasses, but he meant the world to you, and you'd always yell at anyone who dared to comment on his looks or weight in any way.
“Damnit ‘trick, you always beat me at this dumb game!” You scoffed, shoving his shoulder in playful annoyance. He laughed, pushing his glasses up to his face. You both sat cross legged on the floor at the foot of your bed in front of the small tv, playing n64. Since your parents weren't home the both of you could be fairly loud, so noise wasn't a concern when you lost the game. A sudden knock on the window made you both flinch, you fell over, leaning against his side as you tried to scurry to the window to see what the hell that was. “it might be Pete, I told him I'd be here but I have no idea” he scratched his head over his hat. You stood up fully, walking over to the window. You peeked through the window curtain, and it was your boyfriend, fuck. Your eyes went wide, you nodded at him and closed the curtain. You turned to Patrick quickly, he looked nervous and confused as all hell. " 'Trick that was Damien, we gotta hide you." You muttered, looking around the room. Your eyes eventually landed on your closet, and you were satisfied with that choice for now, you just hoped Patrick would be ok with sitting in your cramped closet for who knows how long honestly. He caught your gaze and sighed, rising from the floor to walk to the closet. You smiled empathetically as you opened the doors, hugging him before he sat on the closet floor, his knees bent up to his chest. You closed the door slowly, whispering a sweet sorry.
You opened the front door, a warm smile plastered across your face as your boyfriend walked inside. You shut the door, walking to your room, trailing behind him. He sat on the bed, looking over at the TV. "I thought you didn't play this nerd shit anymore have you been hanging out with that asshole again?" He pryed. You sat down, fiddling with your hands. "Damien can we not,, he's my bestfriend and you don't have to act this way about him.." you muttered. He smiled, leaning closer to you, your cheek resting in his palm. "You'll make it up to me right?" He teased, and you signed quietly, quietly enough for him not to care. Patrick sat in the closet idly, his shoulders hunched as he looked around. His gaze landed on a black laced bra, his face went red and he looked back toward the door in front of him, a bit of light sleeping in through a crack in the door.
He looked through the crack, seeing how you and Damien made out, his leg between your thighs. His head flooded with jealousy mixed with guilt for even thinking of you that way, let alone looking. It was almost a blasphemy in his mind. Damien's hand rode up your thigh, stopping at your waistband. You nodded, your face devoid of anything besides minor annoyance. Damien continued to touch you, eventually getting on top of you. Patrick watched as he did this, but he wasn't mad. He saw how you looked, you looked empty. You didn't even care, Damien couldn't make you feel good at all. Not even close to how he could make you feel, at least that's what he thought. He told himself he was perverted for thinking that way about you, and that you'd never feel the same.
After a few minutes of watching this, Damien finished, getting up and putting his pants back on, walking towards the door. "W-wait,, that's all you wanted?" You muttered , disappointment seeping through your voice, despe ate for him to prove you wrong. To turn around and hug you and tell you, you were amazing. But he could never be that great. "Yea, thank you tons. I'll see you at school tomorrow" he laughed, leaving you sitting there dumbfounded as he slammed the front door to your house. Patrick stared from the closet, you seemed to forget he was there for a minute. He held his palm against his crotch, yearning for you. He told himself it was wrong, wasn't the place or the time. He yearned to be the friction in your jeans. You flinched, going red suddenly as you remembered he was there. You put your underwear back on, sitting there in your undergarments embarrassed.
"P-patrick? I'm super sorry if you saw that,, you can come out now.." the door creaked open, he crawled out, standing up shakily and walking to your bed. He sat next to you, quiet. He put his hand on your leg hesitantly, looking at you. "Y-you.. you're unhappy with him." He said in a hushed tone. You nodded, scooting closer until your thigh was pressed next to his. You put your head on his shoulder, sighing. "Pat I- I didn't really enjoy that, and I think you could tell." He nodded, looking at the floor. You looked down at your legs touching, noticing a slight bulge he probably hoped you wouldn't see. You smiled lightly, " 'Trick.. you could probably do way better than him.. honestly." You muttered, putting your hand on his upper thigh near his crotch as you leaned more into his shoulder. He went red, shifting his legs.
"R-really I- I don't wanna do anything if you don't want to i- id get it.." he insisted, making you hum. It was so sweet how he was such a selfless person, even when it came to sex. You moved your hand over his crotch, just resting it there. He flinched, groaning under your warm touch sleeping into the fabric of his pants. He turned to you, his hand coming up to your cheek. You looked into his bright blue eyes, shiny and gorgeous. You leaned closer, closing the space between the both of you with a hesitant kiss. You relaxed against him, deepening the kiss sheepishly. He pushed past your lips with his tongue gently, moving his hands onto your shoulders, then down to your waist. Your hands rested on his chest, gripping his shirt slightly.
You slowly pulled away, breathing deep, slow breaths as you looked at him with desperate eyes. His hands moved up and down your waist and hips, slowly pulling you closer and kissing your neck. He peppered kisses up your neck, making you lean your head back for better access. He went up to your ear, kissing and nipping at the lobe. You bit your lip, holding back a whimper as his hands moved up your stomach to your chest. He snakes his hands under your shirt, pulling back from your earlobe. He rubbed your bare stomach under your shirt, nuzzling his face and nose against your neck. He inhaled, groaning in your ear, making you squirm.
"Is it.. ok if I touch your chest?" He groaned desperately. You nodded quickly, whimpering unintelligible mumbles of arousal. He smiled against your neck, licking it slowly. You squirmed, and he groped your breast, feeling it and squeezing it, changing the pressure consistently. He stopped, backing up a little and putting his hands on your shoulders. He pushed slightly, and you nodded, laying back against a few pillows. He straddled your legs, looking down at you with desperate arousal. He rode his hands up your shirt, taking it off by pulling it over your head gently. He reached behind your back, unclipping your pink lacey bra, opposite of the black clothing you wear on the surface. He set the bra on the floor gently, resting his attention on your bare breasts and stomach. You smiled nervous, pressing your thighs together under him. He rubs your chest, leaning down against you. You felt him grind his hard on against your crotch, making you whimper. He kissed along your neck once again, groaning praises and sweet little affections.
You reached down to your panties, pulling them off slowly. He chuckled, kissing your ear. You started unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down. He grabbed your hands, shaking his head. "Ah ah, I've got it sweety" he cooed warmly. He started pulling his pants and boxers down, sliding out his hardening cock. You looked down at it desperately as he stroked it slowly a few times. He got up, laying upright against the wall, you got up and straddled him. You reached down, hesitantly touching his glistening tip. He groaned, leaning back further. You leaned back, one arm behind you holding you in place, the other slowly rubbing your clit. You moaned as he watched you rub yourself. "Y-you.. youre so wet..." He groaned breathily, resting his hands on your sides. You leaned forward again, taking gentle hold of his cock and rubbing it against your clit and wet slit.
He bucked his hips upward slightly, pressing the tip against your entrance. He grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your back, he crawled on top of you. He wanted to be dominant, and you were NOT complaining about it. He rubbed his cock against your folds, pressing against your tight entrance. You whimpered, gripping the sheets. "G-gentle Patrick,, please.." you begged out in moans, he nodded.
He pressed the tip in, waiting before pressing in 2 more inches. The stretch was fucking heavenly, he was thick after all. You gritted your teeth, opening your legs more for deepness. He thrusted in fully, relaxing on you. The two of you laid there for a minute, letting you get used to his size. He held himself up with his elbows, breathing shakily. "A-are you ok for me to start?" He groaned, and you nodded slowly, closing your eyes. He starting moving his hips ever so slightly, then thrusting gently.
You gripped his back, whimpering softly. He picked up a gentle rhythm, whispering praises in your ear as he rubbed your waist. You moaned, squirming under him, pressing your hips up to meet his movements. He thrusted faster, reaching his hand down between the two of you to rub your clit gently. "F-faster Pat.." you whimpered, gripping his back harder, leaving half moons on his soft, pale skin. He sped up his pace, rubbing your clit quicker as well.
He started to really speed up, his movements more lazy and desperate. You felt yourself getting closer, moaning and whimpering that you would come soon. He nodded slowly, groaning and thrusting deeper. You felt your orgasm ripple through you like being hit by a truck, it was so pleasurable. He thrusts a few more times, pulling out lazily and coming on your lower stomach and pubic bone.
You looked at him with lidded star filled eyes, smiling and whimpering. He sat up on his knees, bringing his hands to your cheeks. "Y-you did so well for me.." he whispered. You blushed, leaning into his warm hand. He looked down, getting red in embarrassment. "S-sorry about the mess, I'll get a rag from the bathroom" you shook your head, grabbing a blanket and wiping the sticky substance off, you didn't want him to leave you for even a second.
"Thank you for this, i- i needed it." You muttered, and he smiled. He leaned down, kissing you tenderly.