He's My Best Friend... A Friend, Nothing More

Do you ever have moments when you see, smell, taste or touch something and it brings you back to a part of your life or a person in your life that was truly unforgettable? Rain does that to me. It takes me back to the most passionate night of my life. When I stand in a downpour and see the water trickle down my skin just like the sweat drained off his steaming body in the heat of the moment it drives me crazy. The fresh, relaxing aroma of rain reminds me of his sweat and aftershave mixed with our love juice. The light, salty flavor of rainwater seems almost like the way his manhood tasted in my mouth. And the feeling…oh God, the feeling of cold rain hitting my skin sends chills down my spine just as his touch sent jolts of electricity throughout my whole body.

I was nineteen when I gave my virginity to my best friend, Drew. And although it happened almost ten years ago, I still become weak in the knees when I think about it.

Drew and I grew up together. Our parents had all been close friends in college so naturally we were forced to play with each other at every home movie night, family vacation, birthday party and barbeque. Honestly, we hated it! For some reason, we never liked each other growing up. I guess it was because he had the idea that all girls had cooties and I thought that boys were smelly, mischievous gremlins who loved to throw worms on you (which he did many times). Going to the same elementary and high schools didn’t help much either. We even looked alike, red hair, freckles and green eyes, but if you had asked me at twelve if I could picture myself ever being friends with that boy at any point in the future, I would have told you ‘sure, when hell freezes over.’

To this day, I find it so strange how we saw each other all the time and knew each other inside out yet we still never really became friends; that is, until we were sixteen and Drew’s mother was killed in a car crash. 

It happened about a week after his sixteenth birthday. He stormed into my house and barged into my bedroom with puffy red eyes. My parents had told me what had happened a few minutes before so I understood the spontaneous behavior. I was sitting at my desk, and when I stood up and saw him my heart broke with sympathy.

“Awrya… she’s…she’s…. I can’t believe…she’s….” He could barely muster the strength to speak as he unstably stood in the middle of my room.

“Oh God Drew I’m so sorry,” I replied, tears building in my eyes.

His legs gave way and he fell to his knees, bending over and slammed his clenched fists and forehead on my carpet. I ran over to him and placed my knees on the ground before him and sat back on my calves. He rested his head on my lap, grabbed my waist with both his arms and began weeping. I covered him in a warm embrace and joined in his teary sorrow. Drew’s mother was like my second mother and I understood his pain.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to, Awrya, you’re the only one I know who would understand,” he said after he calmed down a bit yet still in my embrace. “I’m sorry for barging in like this.”

“Shhh, it’s ok, Drew,” I said softly holding him tighter. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

And I was. From that day on Drew and I formed a bond that not even death could break. Years after his mother died we were still close. It was like we were never enemies and the relationship we had during our childhood years seemed irrelevant. Drew became my best friend and he watched out for me like a brother would. If any guy liked me he would have to answer to Drew first. I liked the feeling of him watching over me and caring for me.

Drew was six foot two and unbelievably handsome. He played varsity soccer from sophomore through senior year in high school so his body was fit and strong. His freckles diminished as he got older but he still had is autumn red hair and emerald green eyes. His presence commanded any room he stepped into and his smile was enough to make any girl gravel. He was the guy every girl (and some guys) wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be. Not only was he sexy, but smart. If you asked him anything about numbers like “what’s 4,356 divided by 3” he would say “1,452” before you even finished punching it into your calculator! Universities were practically shoving scholarships in his face. Needless to say he had his share of girlfriends.

I wasn’t too shabby myself. I was a swimmer and although I was never on a varsity team, I still swam two miles per day (still do actually). My hair was a lighter red than Drew’s and slightly curly and fell halfway down my back. My eyes were more yellow green although they sometimes changed to brown (no clue why). I was what you call a ‘late bloomer’ and didn’t develop my C cup breasts and curves until my junior year. I had lost most of my freckles by my senior year and -to avoid bragging- was a very sexy young woman. I was also the president of the student council and very involved in school events so I had a lot of friends and a lot of guys tried to be with me. But for some reason, I never gave my virginity to either of the two guys I dated in high school. I guess I was waiting for the right person and the right time. Little did I know that the right person had been standing in front of me my whole life and the right time was about to present itself.

After graduation my parents decided to send me and one friend of my choice to their beach house in The Bahamas for my graduation gift. Of course the only person I would want to share an amazing experience like that with was Drew. We had never been to the Caribbean before and we were really excited. I was shocked that my parents trusted me that much to fly to paradise on my own with a hormonal teenage guy. However, my parents told me that they trusted me and were happy that I chose Drew because they trusted him and they knew he would make sure that I was ok. It’s so strange; it seemed like Drew and I would make the ‘perfect couple’ but neither of us did anything about it. After all, we were best friends, almost brother and sister. Not even my parents could imagine us being anything more. 

I’ll never forget the look on Drew’s face when I told him we were going to The Bahamas for three weeks. He smiled in disbelief and then turned really excited, lifted me up into the air and twirled me around. I hadn’t seen him that elated since his mom died and I was so glad to be the one that made him happy. 

“We’re going to The Bahamas baby girl!” he always called me his baby girl.

But something happened when he placed me back on the floor. My arms clutched around his neck for support as he lowered me and our lips were so close together that I could feel his breath hit my mouth. We stood there, staring into each other’s green eyes: me looking up, him looking down. There was so much love for me in his eyes and such a tender, genuine caring essence between us. I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt, but I didn’t. After all, he’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more…or so I thought. We awkwardly parted and abruptly changed the subject.

Within a week we were on a plane heading for The Bahamas. My parents had given each of us a five thousand dollar max credit card and three hundred dollars in cash and told us to have the time of our lives but to call at least three times a week. My parents were wealthy but they never spoiled me before so this was a dream come true. Our plane landed in Nassau and we took a cab to Paradise Island which is a small island linked to Nassau by a bridge. The roads were bumpy and the friendly cab driver spoke loudly with a heavy accent. But when we began to drive next to the ocean, everything seemed perfect. The water was breathtaking: clean, clear, blue as the sky and calm as glass. The beaches had white sand and sea grape trees growing on the side. It almost didn’t seem real. I had seen pictures of the scenery before but I didn’t believe it was actually that naturally beautiful. 

When we finally reached the beach house and paid the driver, we dropped our suitcases in the living room and crashed on the couch in complete exhaustion after a long day of traveling. The beach house rested right off of Cabbage beach, a beach that stretches 1.5 miles across. The house sat at the very end, sharing the same strip with Atlantis (the hotel) and the Ocean Club. We had the most perfect view of the ocean, especially on the second story. There were three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a pool and a Jacuzzi in the back. 

“Awrya, I have a feeling we’re not in Minnesota anymore,” joked Drew as he wiped a trail of sweat off his forehead (it was a very hot July afternoon). I laughed.

“So, should we cool down and go for a swim or would you rather unpack?” I asked, praying that he would choose the first option.

“Unpacking has no chance in this battle,” he said. “Lets get into that beautiful water.”

We were in our swimsuits in no time and headed out to the beach with our towels and suntan lotion. I was wearing a green bikini with white polka dots and he was wearing long blue trunks with some kind of Hawaiian print on them. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t turned on by the way his perfect body looked in his swim trunks. But I had to convince myself: “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I tried to distract myself by trying to apply the sun block to my body. He noticed I was having trouble reaching my back and ran over to me.

“Here, let me help you baby girl,” he said taking the bottle away from me.

“It’s ok I got it,” I replied hesitantly. Having him touch me would only make me want him even more.

“Relax, I got this,” he replied.

He smeared the lotion all over my back, shoulders and neck. His hands were so big and so strong; I felt like clay in his palms. I noticed his touch became slower and he pressed harder, almost massaging my back. He stared to trace the curves of my back and as he did that I could hear his breath getting heavier, as was mine. I thought to myself: “is he getting turned on?” I knew I was but I didn’t want him to know. So I pulled away and thanked him. He let out a small laugh and I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts. He WAS turned on. He noticed that I had looked down and he quickly turned around, bent and picked up his shades, put them on then dashed into the water. I smirked and followed him and dove head first into the clear, cool water. When I surfaced I noticed he was staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do you have to be so sexy?” he said. “I have a feeling I’m going to have to work twice as hard to keep the guys off you.” 

I laughed and playfully splashed water on his face. Wetting his sunglasses.

“Oh that’s it missy, you’re dead,” he joked as he started to head towards me. 

“Oh am I?” I flirtatiously replied. “Did you forget that I swim two miles a day?”

I swam far away as fast as I could. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Ok, you win!” he called out in defeat.

I swam back to him.

“Bad ass Drew can’t catch a girl,” I teased.

“Come here then,” he said and before I knew it he had me in his arms like a husband holds his wife as he carries her over the threshold of their house on their wedding night. 

I laughed and begged him not to throw me, but he did anyway, and far. I was surprised at how strong he was. I stayed under the water for a long time, just being consumed by the weightlessness and looking up at the sun simmering through the ripples above me. I must have been under for a long time (I can hold my breath for over a minute) because all of a sudden I felt Drew’s arms around me pulling me out of the water. I still had my eyes closed.

“Oh shit Awrya talk to me, say something, are you ok,” he said shaking me in his arms.

I spat seawater in his face and laughed. He dropped me flat into the water in disgust. When I surfaced I was laughing.

“Don’t do that again,” he said worried. 

“I’m sorry I was just joking around,” I replied, kind of embarrassed.

“Well don’t,” he replied bluntly. “Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?”

He turned to me and gently cupped my face in his hands and softly caressed my lips with his thumb. He paused and stared at my wet lips, opening his mouth a little as if he was longing to kiss me. 

“I’d…I’d die if I lost you baby girl,” he said staring passionately into my eyes.

I ran my fingers through his salty hair and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said almost whispering as I softly kissed his thumb. “Remember? I’m here for you. I’m always going to be here for you.”

Something sparked between us at that moment. I don’t know if it was a flashback of all we’ve been through together or how we knew everything there was to know about each other but something was there, so overwhelmingly consuming to the point where we just could not resist each other. He took a deep breath and hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around is waist and my arms around his neck. I was so steady on him to the point that if he had let go I would have still been attached. Our lips barely touched and I could feel his breath mixing with mine. 

Then, we couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled me to his lips and gave me the most passionate kiss that I had ever had. Our tongues danced as we explored each other’s mouths. His hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass. I didn’t think our bodies could get any closer but they did at that point, turning both of us on. He released my lips and kissed my neck. 

He whispered behind my ear: “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His words were enough to make my loins scream. But something in my mind was screaming louder. “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I started to tense up and he noticed.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked worried.

“I can’t do this,” I stupidly replied, almost in tears. 

I pushed myself off him and ran inside. I locked myself in a bathroom and showered all the salt, saliva and any evidence of my excitement off of me. 

I didn’t see him until later that night. Somehow we managed to avoid each other for the rest of the day. I took the single room to the far end of the house and he took the room with two beds at the opposite end. We completely ignored the grand master bedroom in the middle. I finally decided that I needed to talk to him; figure this whole thing out. As I walked downstairs the smell of pizza permeated thickly in the air. I saw Drew pouring soda into two wine glasses and noticed the dining table was set for two with candles and a bouquet of hibiscus and bougainvillea flowers. He was whistling a tune that I wasn’t familiar with and awkwardly dancing as he set the glasses next to the empty plates. He looked so adorable. He was wearing tan shorts that went past his knees, a black belt which was overlapped by a thin, long sleeved, white shirt with a collar. His shirt was buttoned down almost to his chest and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He had showered and jelled his hair and I could tell he meant business. I smiled as I continued to walk down the stairs and towards the table.

“Oh good you’re still here,” he said in a cheerful mood. “I was beginning to think you left.”

I laughed and started to apologize for being a total asshole but he stopped me.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “Now I would have cooked dinner but there’s no food in the house so I ordered pizza. You’re favorite too: barbeque chicken and pineapple with extra cheese and a fresh order of garlic breadsticks. And to top it off, diet Pepsi to wash it down.”

“Thanks Drew, you’re so thoughtful,” was the only thing I could say.

“Anything for you baby girl,” he replied with a smile.

We sat and ate dinner, talking about everything except the thing that we both really wanted to talk about: us. I started to feel more comfortable around him again and we laughed and joked around like always. We behaved the same way we usually did before our scene in the ocean, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right.

After we finished eating we packed the left over pizza in containers and placed them in the refrigerator. I washed the soda stained wine glasses and he dried and put them away. It was really dark outside and it smelled as if it was going to rain. It eventually started. First a little, then a lot until rain began pouring and thunder and lightening filled the sky. It smelt like salt water and ocean breeze. We sat on a bench swing on the enclosed front porch in complete silence and enjoyed watching the rain hit the ocean. I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me.

“I love you,” I whispered under my breath. I almost thought he didn’t hear me but I was too shy to say it again.

He kissed my forehead. “I love you more.”

My heart melted at his words and I sat up and faced him just as the power went out and we were covered in cloud-covered moonlight. For some reason, we both laughed uncontrollably at the situation. 

“I’ll go find some candles,” he said.

We got up and he went into the kitchen while I went upstairs. I knew I saw some scented candles in the bathroom so I was going for them.

“Nothing down here!” he called up from the kitchen. “Only a lighter!”

“That’s fine, I have some candles up here!” I replied.

He ran upstairs with the lighter and I emerged from the master bathroom and walked into the bedroom.

“Where are you?” he asked through the darkness.

“I’m in the master bedroom,” I replied.

He flicked the lighter on to find his way to me. I was holding the candle in my hands next to the dresser and he lit it. 

“Well, at least it’s not hot,” he said, and we laughed.

“Ouch!” I cried when hot wax drained onto my hand.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Just a little wax burn,” I replied. “I’ll survive.”

“Here,” he said taking my hand. “Let me see.”

“It’s fine, really,” I replied.

He took the candle from me and placed it on the dresser. Then held my hand in his and pealed off the wax that had already cooled on my skin. He then kissed my sensitive skin, letting his tongue and saliva cool the burnt spot. 

“Mmm…that’s much better,” I said softly. 

“Good,” he replied under his breath. He slowly began to kiss my wrist and started moving up my arm. “You taste so good baby girl…so good.”

I was turned on again but still pulled away and walked over to the French doors that lead onto the balcony connected to the master bedroom. The doors were open and I could feel the breeze and smell the rain. 

“Why do you resist me, Awrya?” he said sadly. “This isn’t wrong. I love you, I want to be with you.”

I turned at looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

“But you’re my best friend…a friend…how can we be anything else…” I finally said sadly looking down.

“I am your best friend, Awrya,” he began. “But why can’t I be anything else? I know you. I know your smell, I know your taste. I know everything about you: what you like, what you don’t like. I know that you bite your lip when you’re nervous and twirl your hair when you’re bored. I know that you saved me when my mom died and you’re the one who keeps me focused and supports me in anything I do. I know that you inspire me and give me something to hold on to.”

He collapsed on his knees before me just as he did three years earlier.

“I know that you’re a virgin and that you’re saving yourself for the right man,” he continued as he looked up and gripped the sides of my thighs. “I wish I could be that man for you for the rest of your life, but if you don’t want me I’ll understand…”

He turned his head and rested his cheek to my stomach. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing his sincere words as they flowed out of his mouth was too much for me to bear.

“Of course I want you,” I began as I fell to my knees and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I stroked his cheek. “I want no one else but you. I’ve been saving myself for the right man and trying to find him when I only had to look in front of me. I want you to be my first, my last, my everything.”

The kiss he gave me at that moment was so powerful it made our first kiss seem like a peck on the cheek! It was filled with so much love and passion. I wondered how I let myself abstain from him all these years. We rose together and I leaped into the same position I had been in while in the ocean just a few hours before. He carried me over to the king size bed and gently rested me down beneath him. I was wearing a black tank top over my bra and a short flowing blue skirt at the bottom. I sat up and raised my arms as he slowly lifted my top over my head and threw it on the floor. He kissed a trail from my arm to my neck.

“I love you baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I love no one else the way I love you.”

I was so wet at this point and all I could reply was: “Mmm I love you Drew. I want you so badly baby.”

Feeling encouraged, he kissed my neck again as his hands moved over my back and unlatched my bra. My full breasts fell out of their prison, free to his hands. He kissed them and grabbed them with care and infatuation. Taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking while pinching my right. I moaned with pleasure, pleasure I had never experienced before. His lips moved down to my stomach and his hands explored every inch of my hot, silky body. Through the candle light inside the bedroom and the flashes of lightning outside by the beach, I saw him look up at me as he guided my skirt down my thighs and off of me. My breathing became heavy, as I grew nervous. He noticed and stopped what he was about to do. He took my hand and meshed his fingers between mine.

“I can stop if you want,” he said peacefully.

“No I want you to,” I replied. “It’s just, I’m a little nervous.”

He moved his face up to mine and kissed me gently.

“You’re beautiful, so sexy,” he said looking into my eyes. “I want to please you. Just relax baby girl.”

His words were calming and my smile assured him that I wasn’t nervous any more. He smiled and kissed me again and then kissed his way back down to my thighs. He licked my inner thighs and kissed my knees tenderly. He was in total control of me and I loved it. My underwear was soaked from my arousal and he began to lick my extremely sensitive clit through my pink panties. I moaned again, a little louder than before. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and he slowly guided them off, exposing my red pubic hair. It was the first time I had been naked in front of a man and I felt so comfortable because I was glad that it was Drew.

He caressed my thighs as he licked my clit. My body shivered from the bliss he was bringing me. My hips began to move in motion with his tongue as he licked and sucked harder. I closed my eyes and let the sensations consume me. He slipped his finger deep in my pussy and rubbed my clit with his tongue. He found my g-spot right away and I began moaning louder and louder. I could tell that in a few more seconds I was going to climax and I believe he sensed it too. He pulled out quickly and let me relax. I didn’t want my first orgasm to come by his fingers and he didn’t either.

He kissed me again.

“Now it’s my turn to please you,” I said. I was the one in control now.

I sat him up against the headboard and unbuttoned his shirt while I kissed him and once it was off it went on the floor next to my clothes. I kissed my way down his stomach just as he had done to me. I found his treasure trail of hair and followed it with my tongue while my hands unbuckled his belt. I could tell his cock was about to burst out of his pants, and it did once I pulled them off of him. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen, probably eight inches. I gasped and he laughed. I thought: “How the hell is that going to fit in me?” 

“Don’t worry, Awrya,” he said. It was like he could read my mind.

With reassurance I placed the head in my mouth and began to suck it and play with it with my tongue. I took my hands and worked them up and down his massive shaft. He moaned with pleasure and I felt so proud that my first blowjob was being successful. Just as he was getting used to my technique I switched it and took about six inches of it down my throat. He flinched and groaned as I held it there for a few seconds while playing with his balls. His ass contracted and he trusted up, shoving another inch down my throat. I supported the back of his upper legs as I slowly moved out, a trail of precum linking my lips with his hard, twitching cock. 

“Oh Awrya, that feels so fucking good,” he said breathing heavily.

I continued pleasing him for a little while longer when finally he took my chin and brought my face up to his and kissed me. I could taste his juice mixed with mine and the unbelievable smell of his aftershave lingered between us. 

“Do you wana fuck me big boy?” I asked. I couldn’t believe I was talking dirty but I didn’t care, I was so turned on.

“Mmm…” was all he could muster the strength to say.

I kissed him and he rolled me onto my back. He took his rock hard dick and rubbed it against my clit. My pussy was aching for him.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded softly.

“I will baby girl,” he replied.

He spread my legs wider and began to slowly burry his massive cock into my tight, virgin pussy. I gripped the sheets beside me and let out a gasp. It hurt but not a lot and I began to relax more. After that, it became easier to slip into me and the pain subsided. Soon enough, all eight inches of him was inside me and he moved his head hovering mine.

“Are you ok?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t hurting me.

I nodded and pulled him toward me. He kissed me gently as he began to thrust his dick deep inside me. He took my hand and meshed our fingers together again on the side of my head and tenderly kissed my neck. Feeling him inside me, his lips on my neck and our bodies together as one is a feeling that words could not do justice to explain. He started to move faster, caressing my g-spot in all the right places. I felt the walls of my vagina contract, as I was getting ready for an intense orgasm. I could feel he was about to cum too but he was waiting for me. 

“Oh God! Drew…Oh God baby please don’t stop….don’t stop…don’t….ohhh!” I screamed. He moaned with me as we changed positions so that I was practically sitting on him in a tight embrace. I came all over his cock and he in return shot several rounds of semen into my vagina. I shuttered at the intense feeling of euphoria, as did he. Blood, semen and juice ran down onto the bed like the rain was running down the coconut trees in the storm. We stayed there for a while, holding each other, panting. I was no longer a virgin, and I didn’t regret it. 

His dick softened and practically pushed itself out of me and we lied on the bed, speechless. He took my hand and kissed the top before meshing our fingers again. I turned toward him and stared into his beautiful green eyes.

“That was amazing,” I said almost in disbelief.

“You’re amazing,” he replied. 

I kissed him on his forehead and rested my head on his chest. He began to stroke my arm and play with my hair. “He’s my best friend…a friend…and so much more” was the new phrase that crossed my mind. 

The next three weeks were almost too good to be true. The days were filled with exploration, fun and enjoyment, while the nights were steamed with passionate lovemaking. It seemed to get better over time. We made love on most surfaces of the house as well as in the ocean, the pool and the Jacuzzi. 

We had left Minnesota as best friends and returned as lovers. We’ve been married for five years now and have a three-year-old daughter named Kathryn, after Drew’s late mother. I know this may seem too good to be true but it really is true. Our lovemaking has only grown and blossomed over the years and I couldn’t ask for a better husband, lover or man. I went from an icky girl with cooties who he was forced to play with, to his wife and the mother of his child. It’s funny how life can throw you completely off track just when you’re starting to get used to the way things are. 

We still make love when it rains and for some reason it always seems like the first time. I guess that’s what happens when you’re with someone you truly love. He is my best friend…my lover…the father of our child…and oh…so much more…