Our Loving Friendship

Hello, I’m new to sex story writing, so please be gentle.

For the story I’ll make things easier on myself by using people I know as characters. In this instance, I’ll be myself and make it first-person and the fruit in this literary venture will be a girl I know called Sarah.

First let me describe myself, my name is Craig, I’m 6 feet tall and 184lbs. I have a handsome image (I think/hope), which includes a six pack, blue eyes and a nice jaw line. Oh and brown hair.

Next, the girl… I don’t know her height, but I’m good at guessing and I’ll guess 5’ 4”. She’s thin, like a little too thin for my liking but only a little, I still defiantly would no question asked (hence me writing a story about her lol). She has black hair, brown eyes, and a very cute face.

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Okay now for the scenario, I’ll try and draw you in here with a deep background – It’ll probably fail.

Sarah’s mum and dad split up a long time ago and her mum moved on shortly after, having met a nice guy who eventually they moved in with. He became a father-like figure for her and life was good. We fast forward to the present (9 years or so) and unfortunately life at home for her has changed an awful lot. Her mother’s relationship is crumbling and worse yet they have to move out. She has to move out of her house, that has been her home for a hefty portion of her life.

Sarah being the oldest has it worst, as her mother can’t find somewhere she has to move in with her mother, Sarah’s grandmother, where there isn’t enough room. So Sarah is forced to stop at her friend’s house. This provides her life with an almost-stable life for a few weeks, until her friend come into a tragedy of her own and can’t have Sarah there any-more.

This is where I come in, being a friend of Sarah’s I tell her she can stay at mine for as long as she want. I have a nice double bed and a sofa in my room. I tell her I’ll sleep on the sofa and she can sleep in the bed. Having little other option she agrees. My mother makes her feel at home right from the off, the first day of her staying at mine goes smoothly and she really enjoys herself.

Later in the evening we sit up late talking about the situation she is in and we really connect, and have a good laugh over Celebrity Juice (TV Show – Not sex reference, lol).
Then when I catch her nodding off I scoop her up and carry her off to bed. She is shocked and quickly is brought back to full consciousness, laughing asking what I’m doing…

“Well, you’re clearly tired but you don’t want to go to bed yet because it’s awkward, so I’m just going to put you to bed, sorted.” I said.

She blushes and replies, “You could tell?”

“I’m clever, remember haha.” - (Oh yeah, I’m one of those people that just kinda knows everything and never loses arguments – a twat basically)

“Big head”, she giggles.

I carry her to my room and rest her down on the bed. “Right, I’m going for a shower and shave, make yourself comfortable.”

Off I went for a shower, and shave, when I get back she is sat on the bed looking uncomfortable, dripping wet and drying my hair with a towel I let her “I told you to make yourself comfortable, that’s not comfortable, come on now Sarah it’s a simple instruction. Don’t be a dingbat.”

“Sorry, I just can’t relax, you’ve been so kind, and I feel like I’m imposing.” She says, pathetically.

I stop my vanity and give her a stern look, “Sarah, you know me. I wouldn’t even let you through the door if I wasn’t completely happy with it. Have I not made you feel welcome?”

Shocked she jumps up and looks up at me with an almost distraught face, “Oh no it’s not that honest, you’ve been amazing. Today has been the best I’ve had in a long time, just relaxing and talking. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you think I was ungrateful or anything.”

I placed my hands on her shoulders and said, “Then relax. Now, how about a shower? Might help you unwind?”

“That’s actually a great idea”, she replies.

“Those are the only kind I have”, I say as she leaves for the bathroom with her sleeping gear in hand.

While she showers I get my bed, the sofa ready with a sheet and pillow, and get comfortable. Not the easiest thing to do.

Half a Stephen King movie later, she comes in wearing a t-shirt and some panties and gets into bed.

“What are you watching?” she asks.

“Shawshank Redemption”

“Is it good?”

“You’ve not seen Shawshank?!”

“No? Should I have?”

“It’s only IMDB’s number one rated film of… ever!”

“You’re such a nerd”, she giggles.

I skip back to the beginning, and she gets comfortable to watch it.
But before Andy even gets to court, she chirps up “Craig, this isn’t going to work.”

“It’s only just started, give it a chance.”

“No, not the film. This. I can’t sleep in your bed while you sleep on that couch. I mean your feet are over ...


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