Days and weekend went by with much of the same: I would lose every time, never seeing any of her forbidden skin, and she would get me off after. It was always a handjob now, shooting my load into a tissue, but I wasn’t complaining. Our friendship hadn’t changed at all either. We were still incredibly close, and the minimal sex that was occurring never really came up. I always wondered if she had any feelings for me, but I never touched that, wanting to preserve our friendship.

There was parties, Katy’s birthday was a blast, but I didn’t really chase too many girls anymore. After all, I had the most beautiful one around giving me secret handjobs. I just had one to go after, my best friend Bella.

It was a warm day, especially for the end of September, but very comfortable for our basketball. As usual, I lost and we headed inside, me naked and her stripping to her underwear. My naked cock was hard as a rock, bouncing between my legs as we walked to the couch. I stared at her ass, covered by a tight pair of black boyshorts that showed off her tan legs. Her bra, though, showed the most. It was a normal bra, red and whatever fabric bras are made of, but it looked just a hint too small. Her bronzed skin contrasted it beautifully, and begged me to ask to see more. As I sat down and she knelt between my legs, I felt bold, asking her “Hey Bella?”

As looked up at me and answered with a simple, “Yes?” as she grabbed a hold of my cock.

“Not to complain or anything,” I started, “but why do you only give me handjobs now?”

She let go, “Do you not like them?”

“No, no, no!” I backtracked, “I love them, but I also loved the blowjob you gave me.”

“Well, that was a special time,” her face grew a sexy shade of red that I hadn’t seen before.

“Did you not like doing it? Because-“

She cut me off, “No Zack, I liked it.”

“Well,” I searched for the right words, “why don’t you do that if you liked it?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.” Her blush deepened.

“Bella, no matter what you do or want to do, I could never think you’re a slut.” I started, “I know that that’s not you, you don’t go around flirting or teasing guys.”

“Thanks Zack, you’re really sweet.” She smiled at me before turning to my still hard dick, “Now, what should we do about this?”

“You don’t have to do anything.” I said

“But I want to,” she replied in a sexy voice as she sized up my cock. “Do you want me to suck your cock again, Zack?”

She smiled at me as I nodded yes and looked back to my dick. Within seconds, she dropped her head and sucked me into her mouth. All I could do was moan as half of my length slid into Bella’s mouth. Slowly, she began to bob her head on my cock, her tongue flicking across my tip every time she reached the top.

She settled into rhythm, trying to take more and more of me each time she went down. She silently sucked on me as I moaned in bliss, I couldn’t look away from her beautiful face sucking on my cock. Within minutes, I was bucking my hips up as she sucked down, and I felt my balls stirring.

“Bella,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna cum.”

She pulled my cock out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva and began to rapidly stroke it as she sexily told me, “Then cum for me Zack.”

I could never resist her, and I came at that instant, spraying my white hot seed all over her face and chest. She stopped stroking me as I kept cumming all over her tan body. As I finally returned from the orgasm, she snapped out of her trance too and ran to the bathroom. I immediately followed, only stopped by the slamming door that I found locked.

“Bella, are you okay?” I yelled in

“Not now Zack,” she replied, sounding on the verge of tears.

“Bella, I’m sorry.”

“I am too.”

“Why are you sorry Bella?” I asked her, trying to make her feel a little less guilty, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yes I did Zack, I did everything wrong.” Her crying picked up now that she’d put it all out there.

“No, nothing you did was wrong.”

“Yes it was!” She yelled through her crying, “We’re best friends Zack, we can’t be doing this. I shouldn’t have ever started it.”

“Bella, we can do whatever we want.” I hoped I was helping her

“I don’t know what I want,” she stopped to cry for a moment, “Zack, it feels like I want something more and then I don’t at the same time.”

“Okay Bella, what do you mean?” I was confused by what she was saying. Does she really want a relationship with me?

“Zack, I love our friendship, and I don’t want to ruin it by chasing my feelings.”

“We won’t lose our friendship Bella,” I started, trying to get her to believe in herself- and me.

“Zack,” she sighed, “Maybe it’d be best if you left.” I felt crushed now, but I would give her her privacy.

“Okay, I’ll leave. But this is all up to you Bella.” I gathered my clothes and walked out of her house, upset by her request. Did this all mess up our friendship?

I got home and immediately texted her “Hey, I’m here if you want to talk.” I turned on a random baseball game, since that’s all there was on and didn’t really watch it. I sat there thinking about where I went wrong. I loved what we were doing, both as friends and sexually, but I don’t know where it was leading. A relationship would be great, but I don’t know if that’s what Bella wanted. Was that the problem? I didn’t ask what Bella wanted out of it?

Almost on cue, I got a text back from Bella, “Zach, are you good to talk?”

“Always,” I typed back to her

“I don’t know what to think about what we’ve been doing.”

“What do you mean?” I was confused now, likely just as she was

“I feel like we’re moving to a relationship and I’m not sure if I want that. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Then we don’t have to have one if you don’t want to.” Inside, I was defeated knowing that she didn’t want to date me. That’s all I’ve wanted really, and this little taste of it with our games has almost made me insatiable.

“That’s the problem, I like what we’ve been doing.”

I was floored, “You mean the sex stuff?” I typed, my fingers shaking

There was a long moment before I received her reply, “Yes.” I could feel her embarrassment through the phone.

“What do you want to do about it?” I asked, hoping to do anything on her terms, “I’m fine with whatever you want.”

“I’m not sure, I just don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

After she said that, a thought ran through my head. Remembering some cheesy romance movie, I tried to find a way to have both a friendship and something else, “We don’t have to have a relationship to do it anyway.”

Immediately after hitting send, I regretted it. I’m going to scare away my best friend, just because I thought I wanted to be with her sexually. It’s dumb. I’m dumb. Why did I risk this all so quickly, so willingly?

Her reply came in, and I was afraid to even look, “What do you mean?” I took a sigh of relief, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. The hard part, though, was yet to come.

“We could be friends with benefits.” Again, I was filled with dread as I sent it. Why do I keep this up?

“So we’d still be friends like now,” she started, and I took in another breath as I read on, “but we’d still do the sex stuff?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you.” There, I said it. Not all of it, not even close, but enough. However, the longest 4 minutes of my life would say differently as I wait for her reply.

Finally, the ding tone on my phone sounded and I read the message, “I don’t know, we can try.”

I was elated, so much that I think I might have squealed. “Do you want to meet up then?” I asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about it.

“If you want to. I’m home alone right now ;)”

I told her I would be there, and almost came on the spot. Holy shit, I was going to Bella’s house to try out being friends with benefits! The entire time I climbed in the car, I think I was hard with anticipation. Today was finally the day I’d been dreaming of. Today, I get Bella Nash.

I pulled into the drive way, and sure enough, her white Prius was the only car there. I parked mine and took a deep breath. Nervousness rolled over me like a waterfall as I willed my boner down. No need to walk in with that all ready. I took another breath and pushed open the door. The air was humid and still warm, with it being early September. I walked up the steps to the white painted porch and hit the doorbell. The familiar sound reverberated throughout the empty house, and soon enough, she was there.

Bella opened the door with a smile, one that almost melted my soul, and I looked over her. Her hair was down today, waves flowing freely across her shoulders and back, and her face seemed to glow. She had a tight dark grey Under Armour shirt on that seemed designed to show off her amazing boobs. Farther down, she had on black leggings that cling to every crevice of her sexy, strong legs. I finally reached her bare feet when she laughed at me, “Do you want to come in or drool from there?”

I broke out of my reverie and walked into the spacious foyer, kicking my Vans off on the way. She led me to the den, where we usually hung out. The TV was on, with SportCenter currently talking about the upcoming World Cup. She offered me a drink, which I agreed to, and she set off as I sat down. I tried watching the TV, but the excitement hiding inside was too much for me to focus.

“Not a soccer fan?” She smiled from the doorway a minute or so later, knowing I wasn’t.

“Nah,” I smiled back, taking the water, “They’re just babies anyway.”

She laughed, “Babies, huh? Are we in third grade?”

I laughed back with her, “What am I supposed to call them? Pussies?”

“Oh yeah,” she fired back, “because you know so much about pussy.” Our laughter slowly died down as we remembered the purpose of my trip.

I sensed the nervousness in the room, from both of us, and I attempted to deflect it, “Bella, you know we don’t have-“

She cut me off, “I want to Zach, I do.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, “should we… undress?”

“No,” she nervously replied, my hopes free falling inside me, “Not here. Let’s go to my room.”

She stood up, holding out her hand for me to follow. I grabbed on, cherishing her soft yet firm grasp, and followed her up the carpeted stairs. I didn’t pay attention to where we were going, I was instead focused on her firm ass swaying softly in her tight leggings just begging to be touched.

We reached the top and Bella directed me through a white wooden door on our left and into her room. Having rarely, if ever, been in there, I began to look around at what was before me. The walls were a royal blue, much like our high school, with a silvery trim around the base. She had posters for basketball players on the walls, some men, and some women as well. The names, I can’t remember, but they were aplenty. In the far corner there was a dark wooden desk with a glass top, a black office chair pulled up to it shielding what lay on its surface.

My gaze was interrupted by Bella once again teasing me, “Is my room so interesting you don’t want to get in bed with me?”

I laughed and turned to see her perched in the middle of a meticulously made full sized bed. The gray sheets were darker than the trim on the walls, just slightly, and it made her gray clothes seem to disappear. She moved closer to the edge so I could sit, folding her legs under her and leaning on an extended tan arm. I sat down, the softness of the bed giving way and then seemingly cradling my body as I looked to my best friend.

“I know you’re ready to talk me out of this or say something about how I don’t have to do it.” I blushed at that, confirming her suspicions, but she only gave me a smile, “But Zack, I want to try this. I like what we’ve done, so maybe we can do it some more.”

“That sounds good to me,” I managed to get out, my throat dry with nervousness, “but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable about it at all.”

“I know Zack, you’re my best friend.” She looked down, studying her hand as it held her body weight.

“So,” she started after a few awkward seconds, “how do we start this?”

“I have no clue,” I nervously laughed, which she returned.

“We could… like undress?” Bella was overcome by nerves, it seemed. She was always so brave and confident in our past endeavors, for her to be shy and reserved now made me worry, but also turned me on. My dick was already beginning to swell as I nodded an okay to her, and she looked back expectingly.

“Do you want me to go first?” She blushed, a faint pink rolling across her beautiful bronze face, as she nodded yes.

I reached down to the bottom of the plain black t-shirt I was wearing and began to pull up and up and up until it was off and thrown to the ground. For what seemed like the millionth time, Bella gazed at my slightly muscular chest, farmer tan and all.

As I reached down to the waistband of my maroon joggers, I looked at her, “Do you want me to take it all off, or…?” I trailed off, embarrassed about what I was asking.

Clearly, she was too, as she only looked into my eyes for a second, “No, just your pants is okay.” So, I pulled only them off, leaving only my blue plaid boxers with a clearly visible tent in the front.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” she said mostly to herself, voice almost shaking with her nerves. She reached to the hem of her Under Armour shirt and began to pull up, baring her toned stomach to me. It continues to rise more, now revealing the bottom, and eventually all, of a white sports bra. As she took it off over her head and threw it onto the ground, I lustfully examined her naked torso. Her whole body seemed to be the same sexy tan color, and I knew for a fact it was all toned to perfection from her time in the gym. Only contained in her white sport bra, her boobs seemed to be bigger than usual.

I looked down to see her pulling off her leggings, leaving her only in her bra and black panties. Her legs were very strong and firm, and the same tan color as the rest of her skin. Her panties weren’t anything special, just average plain black ones. But on her, they were the sexiest things I had ever seen. They held closely to her hips and I’m sure her butt, and I longed to see what was hidden underneath.

“So,” I started nervously, “how do we start this?” Bella shrugged, just as nervous as me.

“I guess we could kiss or something?” It was phrased as a question, but I’m sure she meant it.

“Okay,” I replied, feeling completely stupid since I didn’t know what to do. It’s not like I had a lot of experience, though, Bella was about to give me my first kiss.

We both leaned in and our lips touched, her soft ones caressing the edges of mine. Not knowing what to do, I just cherished the feeling of her lips on mine. It seemed forbidden, almost, which was strange with the amount of time I’ve spent naked with her.

With that feeling already there, you could imagine my surprise when I felt something warm and wet against the outside of my lips. My lips parted slightly and I felt it dart inside my mouth, realizing it was her tongue. Almost instantly, her tongue found mine and they started dancing in my mouth, intertwined like long time lovers.

As our kids deepened, I felt Bella’s hands start to roam across my body, starting on my bare chest. She caressed my sternum, toyed with my nipples, and then started to move down, finally resting on my covered cock. As she wrapped her hand around me, I stared to allow my hands to roam along her body as well. I traveled down her soft, tan back to the waistband of her black panties. My hands lingered there for a second, not sure if I should continue.

Bella’s slow stroking of my cock pushed me forward, and my hands reached her firm, tight ass. Those firm cheeks felt incredible through her thin panties, and I was in heaven. Our kiss broke as we needed air, and Bella and I started into each other’s eyes. There we sat, best friends, in our underwear with my hands on her ass and her hand on my dick. If we continued, there was no turning back.

“Should we keep going?” I asked nervously. I didn’t want to hear her answer, terrified she would say no. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, a red blush creeping across her beautiful tanned face. Bella slowly started to grab onto the waistband of my boxers, and yet again, pulled them off, leaving my hard cock bouncing in the air. She immediately covered my head with her hand and started spreading the slippery precum all over me. She began to stroke me now, a wet sound filling the room, along with my soft moans of pleasure.

I just sat there and watched as Bella’s soft hand pulled and stroked my rock hard cock, my hands firmly planted on her ass. I honestly forgot about that, and my hands once again returned to their roaming. Quickly, I found her bra straps across her back, and followed them around to her boobs. They felt larger than I expected, more than a handful, but still not too large, just the perfect size. I began kneading her covered tits, enjoying the firm, yet springy feel of her forbidden globes. I heard a soft moan escape her lips, and then she bent down and took me into her mouth.

My hands nearly feel from her boobs as I watched Bella’s mouth descend on my cock. Sure, this has happened before, but it never gets old. Slowly, inch by inch, my cock disappears into her hot mouth, until over half is inside. Her tongue pushed against me in her mouth, and Bella started to bob her head up and down on my cock. Slowly, she moved up until only the head of my cock remained hidden inside her hot mouth, and then back down until she reached her limit again.

I began to moan as Bella repeated her motions on my cock, picking up speed as she went. At this point, my hands had fallen off of her body, and all of our focus was on the blowjob she was giving me. I felt my hips start to thrust into her mouth and my balls began to stir as Bella sucked with more vigor.

I knew I was close to the edge of cumming, and Bella seemed to know as well, as she sped up even more on my cock. My hands went to the back of her head as my orgasm crept closer and closer.

“Bella,” I managed to moan out somewhat intelligibly, “I’m gonna cum.” Her intoxicating hazel eyes locked into mine and she seemed to nod on my cock. I let out a loud moan and then felt Bella’s mouth take more of me than ever before as my orgasm opened up and shot into her throat. My toes curled in pure pleasure as I emptied myself into the mouth of my best friend. I felt her try to swallow my hot semen as it poured into her mouth, some of it dribbling down the sides of my cock.

I regained my breath as my softening dick fell out of Bella’s mouth. “Do you want me to do you?” I asked her, genuinely wanting to return the favor. Bella only looked to the ground, shaking her head no as she looked to gather her discarded clothes.

“Are you sure-“ she cut me off before I could say anything else.

“I’m sure Zack,” she told me, tossing my clothes over to me, “I think it would be best if you went home.” She stood up, clothes in hand and headed for the bathroom

“But Bella,” I started to chase after her, pulling my shorts on along the way, “Wait, did I-“

“Just leave Zack!” She spat at me before shutting the door to the bathroom in my face. What did I do wrong?

I pulled on the rest of my clothes and left, shouting a goodbye to Bella, but no answer came back to me. Slowly and sadly, I left her house and headed back to mine. As I returned, I flopped onto my bed, my mind a mess of thoughts. Did I push Bella too far? Did I go against her wishes? What in the hell did I do wrong? I loved Bella more than anything as a friend, my best friend, and now that’s all in jeopardy. Forget my crush and fantasies, I just want her in my life and now I blew my chances, all for some dumb blowjobs. Without Bella, what do I do now?

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