I watched him from across the room. He had a soft smile toying at the ends of his lips while he looked down at her and played with her hair. She made him happy in a way I never could. His usually hard features were soft and caring; he looked beautif I hid out in the library during lunch, completely embarrassed by the events that took place the night before.
I didn't want to face him. Not today, maybe not ever. We weren't together, never had been. I'm pretty sure neither one of us actually even had real feelings for the other. We had good sex though and had formed a nice little friendship along the way. Three years, that's how long this had been going on. It started at the young age of fourteen.
He had recently lost his virginity and was told he wasn't any good so he wanted to gain experience with someone he didn't care to impress. I was a virgin who was embarrassed by the fact that all of my other friends had already lost theirs. We weren't even really friends at the time, just casual friends who happened to hang out with the same people. We were left alone one night and before we knew it, we were both telling each other our secrets and vowing to help the other out.
He would take my virginity and I would allow him to practice different things on me so that he could give the other girls, the ones he actually wanted, the "best feeling of their life". The first time was painful and awkward. The second time was just awkward. By the third time, we started to become more comfortable with each other and our weird idea, and things started to feel better.
I had my first mind blowing orgasm with him by the sixth time. After that, he could wind me up and bring me to a better release than I thought humanly possible; it didn't matter what part of his body he was using on me either.
