Oliver stood there, staring, with a smug look on his face. Oliver easily had a body a girl would go crazy over, and his eyes were always full of compassion and what you needed to see most at the time. Me? I'm an average looking tomboy, who spends all her time, when she's not doing schoolwork, playing video games or skateboarding. He been my best friend for years, and was like my older brother, who had been excepted into the army last year, because he was 2 years older than me. I had been caught playing a game, when he walked in. We don't live in the best neighborhood, but we always keep our door unlocked so if anyone needs to talk or PLAY GAMES, they can. My parents always are fighting, so I come over here a lot. Sometimes, I'm jealous of my brother because he's working on army techie stuff, and I'm stuck here, with those people. Oliver had his own apartment, next to all of our buddies, so that was our favorite hangout.
Oliver smiled, his perfect teeth staring out at me after being release from his lips, and said "How did I know that you would be here?" I paused the game and punched him on the arm, laughing "At least I'm not Joe, who'd be screwing some girl with one of those controllers, which now that I think about it, I shouldn't be touching." He smiled down at me, and gripped me in a bear hug, then started tinkling. I was squirming and laughing, when he suddenly stopped and got up. He gave me this forced smile and a pained look, "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!" and he dashed away. I took this time to go to the kitchen and grab a glass of milk. I heard moaning and almost did a spit take, but then remembered that these walls are really thin, and the sounds were probably coming from Joe, because the voice was a man's. The moaning increased, and then they stopped and Oliver strolled in. "Did you here that?" I asked. "You mean the moaning? Yeah, it sounded like it was coming from Joe's room. We should probably get that girl out of there before he takes her flower with his meat stick." We laughed and ran over there, because Joe has a thing for virgins. He even tried hitting on me when he first moved here, and I had to tell him I wasn't a virgin, which I still am. When we reached the door, I told Oliver to wait outside and I would shout if I couldn't get the girl from Joe's grasp. When entered the room, I was shocked to see Joe, masturbating and mumbling "Oh Annie, move your hand just like that. Ahhhhhh... Your gonna make me cum, Annie...". I must have let out a little gasp at him moaning my name, because he turned and saw me, his eyes wide "Annie, um... You see...This isn't what you..." and I ran. Oliver was just were I left him, and when I dashed past he chased after me. My house wasn't that far away, so when I through open the door Oliver was close behind. I plopped down on my bed, curled into a ball and started crying. Oliver came in and asked "What happened? What's wrong?" and I spilled the whole story. He listened, and when I told him that Joe was moaning my name, he just said "Well, you are a beautiful girl, and nice, sweet, funny and a kick ass video game player." I blushed, and gave him a big hug, "Thank you for cheering me up, Ollie." He grabbed my arms and, with a serious look, said "Don't do that. Please, don't do that. I just can't handle..." and for the first time I felt something poking at my leg. I look down and see the big tent in the front of his pants. "Ollie? Why do you have an erection? When was the last time you masturbated?" "A little while ago, actually," he says, "When I was in the bathroom. Those moans were mine." I'm shocked; why would he have an erection from me? I look up at him, and his lips pressed against mine suddenly. Without allowing myself time to think, I returned his kiss, eagerly. Why? He was like a brother to me. But his lips were sweet and gently firm, and his mouth fascinated me. I pulled him closer.
Then my phone rang, and I pulled away. I answered, and it was Joe. I tossed my phone onto my bed, getting up to take a shower. Oliver just stayed there, and looked at me with longing. The first minutes were me wondering what the hell I was doing. He was like my brother, and I had kissed him. Worse, I had wanted to kiss him. Why did my life have to be so complicated?! The next few minutes were me scrubbing my skin; not from his touch, but from the dirt that had collected from the day before.
I turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me and walking out. Oliver was still sitting on the bed, and his pants stirred when I walked in. I grabbed my underwear, shorts and a T-shirt. I walked back in the bathroom and changed the strolled out and saw that Oliver's pants were still stirring. I plopped down next to him, and pulled his ear close to my lips. "Ollie, are you sure that your cock is hard from me? Maybe you're just horny. My friend Jessica...." "No!!!" he interrupted, "It's from you. I love you, Annabel."
"You haven't called me by that name in years," I said, surprised, but not unpleasantly. I love him too, I had realized, but I didn't know how far I would go.
"You're too important."
He leaves. I follow. I'm lost in an alley.