Thread: A Driven Bond (blackmajik16 & StickyFun)

Nero had only thought about changing the channel before his ears caught the sound of his door rattling and soon opening, followed by the sound of a voice that made his spine shiver. Andrea...shit he whispered as he stood up from his bed staring at his door while he was able to approximate where in the house she was from the steps she took. This was bad on many different levels, Andrea, his best friend, knew nothing about what he has been afflicted with this entire week. He knew it wouldn't be long before she would be wanting to find out what was going on. He was aware of that when she clearly noticed his confidence boost up until a couple days back when he was battling with the sexual portion of it. But he had anticipated that he would be able to return a phone call to tell her not to worry. Well so much for that idea. Nero's heart was beginning to pump, images of Andrea flooded his mind. Sure they were best friends and he had the mutual feeling that they were a little too close to date one another, it didn't mean that he never looked at her like a woman. He noticed every day that she dressed up in low cut shirts, got a cute haircut, dressed in nice skirts, be it short, not-so-short, or really short, and when she had her open-toe footwear exposing her cute toes. From head to toe, Nero knew Andrea was a hell of a physical catch. And it didn't just come down to looks, she had such a great personality and balance between the things she liked and what seemed to draw others to her. Nero was quick to agree with the idea of them staying as friends because he always felt that Andrea was too good for someone like him. He might have been a great friend to her, but to him it didn't mean that those things made him a good boyfriend. Best Friend Syndrome as they would call it. He was a lazy, short, scrawny gamer cursed with labels like nerd and geek and felt he was. Now while the labels were still there, this...thing in him gave him a boost, a drive, he felt mentally clear and it felt good. He accessed memories and thoughts he never previously would have. But here as Andrea knocked on his door, there was a drive and series of thoughts that was causing a stir in him. Memories of his reasons behind keeping his relationship with Andrea fought the mindless lust that he seemed to be craving and it gave him a glimmer of hope as he was now trapped, with no other option than to confront his friend and figure out a means of making their meeting short as possible. Click, his bedroom door opens up and there he was, face with Andrea, in his tank top and basketball shorts. He took a slow breath Yea...I'm here...I-I'm sorry Andrea...but...what I've been dealing with...I...I can't...it's hard for me to really explain He whispered as his eyes scanned her form and his jaw clenched as he felt it again, stronger, urging him to take her and pin her to the bed right there and rip away those clothes that teased him so. His breathing became slightly labored as he sat himself on his bed by his knees, using his thighs to keep hold of his quickly waking length, which his shorts would do little to hide should it have room to stand freely.