This is my first story, please do not be too harsh. Tell me if you want me to write more This is a true story but I have changed the names of all of the characters. The names of the People are made up and are not in any way linked to anyone else with the same name.
My name is Alex. I was 14 years old and 5’10, at the time of this story, and lived in London, England. I was always a geek and outcasted from almost all groups and societies. This Story starts on a Friday in Late July. It was my parents’ anniversary so they were going to Cambridge for a week. My sister was staying with her friend Joanna, so I asked my friend Bella if I could stay with her for the week.
I almost always stayed with her when my parents were out of London and often when they were. She didn’t need to ask her parents as I spent so much time at her house, they had started to count me as part of the family.
Bella was 5’6, a very slim redhead. She was, and is, a very beautiful girl, although I had never thought of her in a sexual way. She always wanted to have fun and she had the best personality of anyone I knew. Despite her yearning to enjoy herself, she never got into trouble. She was always very intelligent and we often had discussions about whatever was happening. We could spend as much time as we wanted, debating anything from the merits of Shakespeare to whether we thought that the Higgs Boson existed. (Geeky I know)
I packed my bag. All I took was my phone and some clothes. I knew that she had a room full of games, books and assorted devices on which we could waste out time. Bella’s house was split into two parts, the bottom half was where her parents lived, as well as the kitchen and a living room. She lived in the top half. She had a reasonably large bedroom with a double bed, an ensuite bathroom and a private living room.
When I stayed over, we shared the double bed. If anyone else was there, they would either get the sofa-bed in the living room or a mattress that could be pulled out from under her bed.
I did not think that I was receiving special treatment, it was just that we had known each other our whole lives. Bella was the only person that I felt truly comfortable around. She was, and I suppose still is, like a sister to me.
We got on so well together that people often confused us for girlfriend and boyfriend, even though we were in our early teens.
We were so comfortable around each other, that we used to share baths, up to the age of 10, when we agreed that we were to big to both fit in her bath. We never decided that it was weird to share baths, even though our other friends told us it was.
We both knew what each other looked like naked, and until we were 16 we still liked to lounge around in her living room wearing nothing.
We were as close as it was possible for two people to be. When I started going to an all boys school, aged 13, I started to spend even more time at her house, to spend as much time with her as possible.
Our friends Stephanie and Jake also often went to Bella’s house for supper, or for a marathon of our favourite TV shows.
After the short five minute walk from my house to Bella’s, I was let in by her Cleaner, Sarah. I ran straight up to dump my bag in Bella’s room. I saw her lying face down on her bed. Her duvet was scrunched up in the corner so I picked it up and laid it carefully over her, turning her onto her side so that she could breathe more easily. There was a book on her pillow, which i picked up and put on her desk, making sure so bookmark her page. I sat in her armchair for about twenty minutes on my phone, looking up at her a couple of times. Then her alarm went off and she woke with a jolt.
This reminded me of the way she woke me up when I stayed over. For some reason, when I am asleep I go completely deaf, so she sets an alarm, wakes up, and then pushes me out of bed. It works surprisingly well.
She climbed out of bed and looked at me. ‘you should have woken me’, she said, stretching before walking over to her wardrobe to get dressed.
I knew, however, that I had done the best thing. When she is woken up, she suddenly becomes a ball of fury, launching herself at the nearest person.
She pulled on a jumper and some jeans. Then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room. We spent the next couple of hours chatting and playing on her N64.
Eventually, we got onto the subject of supper. Her parents would not get back until well after midnight, so we went down to the kitchen. She kept talking, and while making small comments, I rummaged through all of the cupboards, looking for certain ingredients to make a curry. She rambled on, occasionally asking me if I needed any help. I quickly finished off cooking, before we settled down to eat in front of the TV.
At ten o'clock, we decided to go to bed, so we moved next door and stripped to get into bed. We both sleep naked during the summer, but there was absolutely no tension between us, like I said we were very close.
I woke up at 1:30 to the sound of a door slam. This was the indication that Bella's parents had arrived. A few seconds later, Bella's mum, Anne poked her head round the door. I pretended to be asleep and Anne just giggled and went back downstairs.
I was wondering why she had laughed, when I noticed that the duvet was at our waists and Bella's breasts were pressed against my midriff, her head on my chest, our arms around each other. I tried to maneuver out of this position, but her arms were in a grip of iron. I could tell that she was awake. I gave her tiny body a quick squeeze before trying to get back to sleep again. A few seconds later, however, she pulled my body so that I was on my back, and clambered on top of me. Now I may be taller, but that is mainly my legs, so as she lay down on top of me, her clean shaven vagina sat exactly over my massive hard on. She bent down her head and kissed me full on the lips, lingering a little longer than normal. This was my first ever kiss (like I said, I am an outcasted geek) and the excitement, along with my tiredness, caused me to blackout.
I woke up a minute or so later, not being able to see Bella. I saw movement and then felt the slippery warmth of her mouth on my cock. ‘i’m going to cum’, I murmured, stroking her hair drowsily.
She took her head off my cock, whispered,‘good’, and the began to give me a handjob, until my semen shot out of the tip of my dick and coated her hair, face and tits. Together, we fell asleep, exhausted.