Forever Friends

Chapter 2

"You have a very nice house Ian." Samantha said as I passed her and led the way towards the kitchen.

It was true, in comparison to Todd's house I thought my house seemed quite extravagant. I thought that Todd had a nice home as well, however, my house seemed to be more befitting a husband and wife who had no children, due to the décor my mom and dad had chosen to furnish the place with. If it weren't for the fact that my room reflected a feeling of rebellion against the more mature stylings of the rest of the house, no one would ever suspect a kid like me to be living here.

As we entered the kitchen I placed my bag on the kitchen table and walked to the fridge to see if my mom had gotten anything to drink from the store. Todd and Samantha leaned against the kitchen counter making small talk with each other about something that happened at school earlier today. I was too nervous to focus on their conversation, and wanted to calm my nerves with possibly a cold Powerade, that is, if my mom had bought any.

I opened the fridge only to find that it was almost bare, however, the cool rush of air that escaped hit my face and gave me a favorable sensation. I stood there trying to regain my composure from the tense feeling of nervousness I had had the past few minutes. My heart was beating as if it wanted to escape from my chest, my palms were wet like I had been petting a dolphin, and if it weren't for the cool breeze from the fridge my face would have been covered with sweat. I had no idea what Todd had in mind when he brought Samantha over, but I was letting my imagination get the better of me, and I knew that if I didn't cool it Todd and Samantha would probably leave.

"Ian, what are you doing?" I heard Todd say from behind me.

Getting caught off guard I whipped around as if startled. "Huh?! Oh, um… nothin'! I was uh… looking for something t-to drink!"

Samantha giggled as I looked at both of them; Todd just had a smirk on his face. I closed the fridge quickly to avoid looking anymore like a dork.

"You know Ian, you could show Samantha your room." Todd suggested as he picked up my bag from the kitchen table and put it on his shoulder.

"Yeah Ian, I'm really anxious to see it." Samantha said as she walked beside me and put me under her arm. My face turned red as I felt her fingers rubbing up and down my shoulder, and I could feel my pants beginning to tighten up again. Todd then turned me around and gave me a nudge so that I could lead the way. As I was walking Samantha put her hands on my shoulders and followed behind me as if we were a train, and she was the boxcar. Todd followed closely behind.

Though it felt as if my body liked it, I didn't want Samantha touching me. I felt a wrenching feeling in my gut, as if I had committed some horrible crime and wanted to confess, but didn't have the power to. As I led the way to my room I wondered what I was doing, how I could have possibly convinced myself to go along with another one of Todd's ideas, and why it was always so easy for me to cave in to him?

I couldn't convince myself of an answer, though I knew it as plain as day. I've known the answer for as long as I've known Todd. The caressing feel of a woman's touch on my shoulders only brought the pain of my indecisive feelings further out from the darkness of which I kept them hidden. Todd was like a brother to me, and was the only person I could ever confide in if I had problems of any kind. He's almost always been there for me, and I felt like I could look up to him for anything. If given the chance, I would give him what ever it took to make him happy. However, I knew my feelings went much deeper than that. I knew, because every time he looked into my eyes, I could feel myself trying to reach deep within the bottom of my soul to find the words that would set my yearnings free, and proclaim what I truly felt. But I could never reach the bottom, and now, with every passing minute, I beginning to feel as though he may never hear them.

My room was the furthest door down the hall to the right of the staircase. It was positioned directly above our garage, which was useful in detecting my parents when they got home. As I opened the door I felt a sigh of relief coming over me, as if I had entered my own little protective bubble from all my worries. However, that feeling quickly diminished when I heard Samantha compliment me on how cute my room was.

"You're already in my house; you don't have to suck up that much." I thought to myself as I turned and gave her a fake grin to confirm that I heard her.

I loved my room, but it was in no way great in comparison to the rest of the house. It was considerably tiny, my bed took up almost half of the room, and with my dresser, computer desk, and T.V. stand, there wasn't much space to move around in. That was what I liked about it though, because I've always felt more comfortable in smaller spaces. It also allowed me to feel somewhat closer to Todd whenever we would hang out, play video games, or watch T.V.

I took my bag from Todd's shoulders and put it on my bed, then turned back around and closed the door.

As I twisted back around I was in shock to find Samantha holding up a pair of my underwear! They weren't dirty, because I always threw my dirty clothes into the laundry shoot across the hall, but I always had the occasional change of clean clothes laying out either on the floor or on my bed.

My face must have turned as red as my underwear, because both Samantha and Todd were laughing as though someone had just told a funny joke. They were a pair of my favorite boxer-briefs, and I knew Todd knew it too.

I wanted to grab them from her, but I was too nervous to move. I felt so embarrassed I could almost feel the tears mustering up in my eyes. I hung my head softly as I tried hard to laugh it off with them and hide my embarrassment.

"It's alright Ian. It's not like Sam's never seen a guys underwear before, right Sam?" Todd asked as he gently took my underwear from Samantha and placed it back on top of the clothes I had prepared.

"That's right. I have two brothers and one sister, and I do most of their laundry." Samantha replied. "And I happen to think red is a very manly color." She said as she walked over and gently grabbed my hand.

As I felt her hand touch mine I wanted to yank away, but I couldn't find the power to object. I looked up at her with somewhat teary eyes, and when I did she had an expression of awe on her face, as if she were looking at a cute little puppy. She smiled and gently pulled me a few steps over, then made me sit on the end of my bed. Todd did the same, and sat right beside me. His presence next to me seemed to calm my nerves, but only for a second.

"Do you boy's want to see what color underwear I'm wearing?" Samantha said as she took off her glasses as placed them on top of the dresser.

Her words seemed to rush in my ears with such speed I nearly collapsed. My eyes widened in shock as I tried to make sense of what was just uttered. I looked up into her brown eyes, now unmasked from the glare of her glasses, and could tell she was serious. I quickly turned my head to Todd who looked at me and gave a smile, then turned right back to watch Samantha begin to unbutton the light blue shirt she was wearing. I could feel the bulge in my underwear begin to rub against the smooth fabric, and as Samantha took apart her shirt and slid it gently off her shoulders, the area around my crotch began to pulse with anticipation.

Samantha's shirt fell gently to the floor, revealing her smooth upper body. Her breasts were covered by a light blue braw that seemed to go well with her skin complexion.

My breath quickened as I stared in embarrassment at her well-developed chest and smooth stomach. In my mind I simply wanted to turn away, or look back at Todd for some form of comfort, but my body wouldn't allow me. I was looking at a half naked woman in my bedroom. It was a sight that I had never seen before, except in the occasional adult magazine Todd would bring over for us to gander at. I felt a rush of excitement, as well as a surge of frustration seemingly all at once.

"What do you boy's think?" Samantha said as she looked at us with her seducing brown eyes.

"That looks really good Sam. Don't you think Ian?" Todd said in response to her question.

In my peripheral vision I could see him looking at me, trying to figure out what it was I was thinking. I wanted desperately to meet eyes with him, but I couldn't remove my gaze from Samantha's body. I was unable to say a word.

"Would you like to see more?" Samantha said as she suddenly began to undo the belt from her waist.

Her words began to excite every muscle in my body. I felt as though my clothes had been washed and shrunk while they were still upon my body. I could feel the inside of my pants pulsing as the blood in my veins began to boil. Again the fabric of my underwear rubbed against my crotch with such friction I thought I was going to explode.

Samantha's belt fell to the floor. With a sense of grace she unbuttoned her pants and gently brought down the zipper. She then reached on either side of her waist and gently began pushing downward. As her pants slowly slid off they revealed a pair of light blue panties that hugged snuggly around the curves of her waist, and matched perfectly with her braw. Without any resistance she freed both of her legs, and gently placed the tight garment on top of her shirt.

My body was completely immobile. If at that moment a huge meteor had fallen from the sky and struck my house, I still could not have been moved. The only part of me that seemed to function properly were my eyes, which vigorously examined every inch of Samantha's voluptuous body. At that point, I was no longer comforted by Todd's presence beside me. I could think of nothing else but wanting to see more of Samantha's naked skin. It was like I had filled that bottom of my soul I had tried so desperately to reach with dirt, and all that was left was but a shallow grave. I felt dirty, and I felt shallow, but I didn't care. I was completely mesmerized.

"I bet you've never seen a girl nude before, have you Ian?" Samantha said as she began getting closer to me. Though my eyes were on her body, I could tell her eyes never left mine. Sweat had begun to drip from my forehead, and my body began to quiver with anxiousness.

Todd just sat watching as Samantha got closer to me, moving her breasts towards my face. Her hair hung down over my head and gently grazed my ears. She placed her hands on either side of my waist, and bent her knees slightly so that they leaned softly on the edge of the bed. Her cheeks began to blush as she heaved her chest in and out by taking in large breathes of air, and letting her covered breasts expand in front of my face.

"You really are a cute little boy Ian." Samantha said as I felt her gently kiss the top of my head, and place her left hand on top of my crotch.

I couldn't bear to hold it in any longer. As I let out a moan, I grasped tightly the edge of the bed with my hands; the feeling of Sam's gentle caress erupted my feverish orgasm. As I came, the mix of her massage and the rubbing of my underwear stiffened my exploding erection. I could feel the warm semen begin to run down my shaft towards by balls. My briefs and testicles were getting wetter with every expulsion from my manhood, and as I tried to control my breathing I continued to cum. I released one of my hands from the bed and wrapped it around Samantha's neck in response to her generous massage. I knew she could feel the massive pulsing of my cock as my orgasm raged on.

What was probably a few seconds seemed like several minutes as my orgasm slowly diminished, and the tensing in my muscles subsided. I closed my eyes and gasped for air as I tried to regain my composure. My pants felt like they were soaked, and my head felt as though it was spinning. Samantha didn't move from her position bending over me, but she took her hand off my erection and placed it back beside my waist. She allowed me to continue holding her neck while I caught my breath.

After a few minutes I could feel myself regaining my senses, as well as my judgment. With it followed the guilt I had purposely subdued and ignored for the reason of fulfilling a need I never knew I had. It was like a Greyhound bus had just smashed into me as I crossed the street. Just as I had started re-controlling my breathing, another waive of anxiety swept across my conscience. As I began again to breath heavily to help subside the shock, tears started to form in my eyes.

I let go of Samantha's neck and let my hand fall back to my side. I was no longer interested in her sex appeal. I feared to look up, because I knew that if I did my eyes would shoot straight to Todd's, which would only increase the weight of guilt I was now carrying.

"What have I done?"

As the words echoed in my mind I suddenly broke down and started to cry. Samantha stood up and backed away, but I was too afraid to look her in the face. Todd never uttered a word.

With all the strength I could muster up, I ran out of the room, and with tears falling from my cheeks, I headed for my special place.