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  I sighed. He almost always had to add a sexual comment to something nice. “Thanks, Chad.” I squeezed him a bit.

  Then we heard his mother yell, “Chad Patrick McLoughlin, get in the garage and clean up that mess!”

  Chad looked at me and smiled. “She used my whole name. I better get down there before she accidentally breaks something.” He stood up then pulled me up by my hands. “Do you wanna go see a movie tonight?”

  “Sure.” We liked a lot of the same types of movies. “Hey, Chad do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re our parents’ age?”

  He pulled me to him so my head rested on his chest. “Baby, I think we’ll be friends forever.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Chad’s birthday fell on the second Friday in March. His roommates threw him a party in the house they rented near school. The party was loud, but a lot of fun. Nothing like my birthday that year had been. He and I had hung out with my family for a while, then gone dancing. His parties were always crazy.

  After a lot of pleading from party guests, we set up our instruments in the cleared-out dining room. Mark and Phil, our old roadies, helped us out. We kept the equipment in the garage normally. It was a tight fit for Giovanni’s drums, but he adjusted well.

  With a beer bottle in his hand, Chad yelled out, “What do you wanna hear?”

  People yelled out song names at the same time. We heard, “‘Devil’s Boy!’” I looked at Chad. He was grinning. It was a song by our favorite band, Gasoline.

  Chad raised his beer and shouted. “‘Devil’s Boy’ it is!” Then he handed the bottle to Phil.

  Giovanni’s feet started pounding his bass drums in a mesmerizing rhythm. I bobbed my head, counting the beats. Then Giovanni slammed his snare drum just as I struck the first note on my bass. The two of us played together for a bit.

  Suddenly, Chad came in, and I couldn’t help but watch his fingers fly across the strings of his guitar. How fast he could play had amazed me for years. He looked lost in the notes, as if he was all alone. His eyes were closed and his hair moved around along with Giovanni’s beat. It made him look even sexier.

  I turned to Giovanni. He was in a different type of trance, concentrating. It took a lot of talent and coordination to be a drummer. He had both and everything else I liked as well.

  I was hopeless. I wanted to fuck the man who loved me, yet the man I liked in a romantic way seemed not to want me at all.

  Rosario had already started singing. Well, shouting, really. The song was damn near heavy metal. One of Gasoline’s hardest. The crowd seemed to like our version of it. We changed it a little to suit our style.

  After that, we played three more songs before Chad’s beer consumption forced him to the bathroom. He’d knocked back at least two after each song.

  While Chad was upstairs, his friend Derek came up to me and said, “Hey, sweetheart.” He and I had gone on a few dates.

  I put my bass down and pulled Derek into the kitchen. “I don’t want Chad to see us talking.” I knew Chad hated seeing us together.

  “You wanna go out next Friday?” he asked, flashing me a bright smile.

  I debated whether it was a good idea. I really wanted to be with Giovanni. Then I heard a girl laugh loudly. I followed the sound and saw a brunette in Giovanni’s arms. They were kissing.

  I scowled and turned back to Derek. “Friday sounds great.”

  “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  I looked around and didn’t see Chad, so I kissed Derek on the cheek. “Don’t tell Chad. Got it?”

  “I won’t. I know how he gets.”

  Chad suddenly yelled, “Baby, get your ass over here!”

  I glanced up and saw him standing with Rosario. How did he get downstairs so fast?

  We soon started playing again, but Chad took a break after every song and went to the kitchen. He started to have trouble playing by the end of the third song of the new set. Then we had to quit. Chad was trashed.

  We left everything in place and went back to partying. Chad pulled me to the living room. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other hand. I had no idea where he got it. We’d wanted to keep the party beer-only. He got unruly when he drank hard liquor. He sat on the couch and yanked me down onto his lap.

  Giovanni was close by. “Is he OK?” he asked, nodding at Chad.

  “He’s shit-faced.” I rolled my eyes.

  Chad lifted my right leg and put my foot in Giovanni’s hand. “Lookit… she likes it… so much… she don’t… take it off.” He was slurring so badly it was laughable.

  Giovanni examined the sterling silver anklet I wore. “It says, ‘BABY.’ Like he calls you.”

  “Yeah.” I didn’t tell him Chad had given it to me for my birthday and I loved it.

  Giovanni slowly put my foot down. “You guys are dating, aren’t you?”

  “No,” I said, too quickly.

  “He likes you though, right?”

  “Yeah. Kinda.”

  Then Giovanni walked away. I tried to get up, but Chad pulled me back down and leaned me back a bit. He brought his face down close to mine. I was worried he would start kissing me in front of everyone.

  Chad stammered, “I l-love you. Let me take you upstairs and fuck you, please.”

  I pushed him back up, so he was sitting again. Then I rested my head on his shoulder. He put the bottle of Jack to his lips and finished it off.

  I sighed. “Happy birthday, best friend.”

  He relaxed for a few minutes. Then I felt a hand moving up my blouse. I leaned on him to stop its progress. He pulled the hand away and moved it to my waist. I wasn’t drunk enough to let him do that with our friends right there.

  Suddenly, he got me down flat on the couch and started kissing me. I kicked him off of me and he fell on the floor. “What the fuck, Chad?”

  He got to his knees. “Baby, you always let me kiss you.”

  “Not in front of everyone,” I whispered.

  Will, who was there for the party, came over to us. “Damn, he’s fucked up! Stop begging, bro. She ain’t giving it up to you, either.”

  “She will.” Chad looked up at his brother.

  Will rolled his eyes. “Dude, get up. You look like a pussy.”

  “He’s plastered. He needs to go to bed,” I growled.

  Will sighed. “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs, man.”

  He pulled his brother to his feet. Chad was bigger than Will, so he struggled a bit. I helped him and we got Chad up the stairs.

  Chad’s 25-year-old brother Josh, who also came for the party, was in the upstairs hallway and laughed. “I guess he drank my present already.”

  “What?” I shouted. “You know how he gets when he mixes beer and liquor! He’s this fucked up because of you?”

  Josh smiled at me. “He needed it. Do you have any idea how awful you made him feel when you kissed Derek?”

  “He saw that?” I felt horrible.

  Chad’s oldest brother looked at him. “The look on his face told me you broke his heart. Why would you do that on his birthday?”

  “I thought we were alone,” I explained. “I was making a date with Derek.”

  “I’ll give you a date,” Chad slurred as Will let go of him to open Chad’s bedroom door.

  Then Chad started to fall and took me down with him. Josh and Will got him off of me, then helped me up. They walked with us into Chad’s room and laid him on his bed.

  “You’re a mess, bro,” Josh commented. “Will, now we can break out the good stuff. I wasn’t wasting it on birthday boy here. And Rosario wants to trick Giovanni into getting drunk. Come on.”

  Chad was laughing. “Get in this bed so I can fuck you.” This was a common drunken demand from him. When the door closed, Chad yanked me down onto the bed. He quickly got on top of me and started kissing me. “Make it up to me. Let me fuck you.”

  “Chad, I can’t do that with you.”

  His kisses got stronger, and he began using his tongue. “I wan
t you so bad, baby. Please.”

  Through his pants, I could feel that he did. There was nothing he could say to convince me, though. “No, I’m sorry.”

  Then he started to grind his rock-hard cock against me. “Please…” he badgered. “I won’t tell anyone we did it. I need you so much.”

  “Chad, don’t,” I plead.

  He knew if he wheedled long enough, I would usually give in. But sex was way too big of a thing to do with a friend, at least in my eyes. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him. I just knew how much things would change afterwards.

  At that moment, I was craving him. I loved feeling his erection between my legs. But I couldn’t allow myself to just go with it. “Please stop asking.” An image of Giovanni holding that girl came to mind. That bitch. Maybe Chad could help me forget about Giovanni and her, but that would be wrong.

  He sighed. “OK.” Then he started kissing my neck. “Can I just look at your boobs, then?”

  “Come on, Chad.” I was starting to cave. Would it be so bad to let Chad get what he wanted?

  “How about just your shirt?” He ripped open my blouse, popping all the buttons off.

  “Chad!” I yelled.

  “I love your tits, baby.”

  “Get off of me! How the fuck could you tear my clothes?”

  I shoved him off. Then I stormed out of the room, holding my blouse closed. I stomped down the hall, snarling, “That stupid son of a bitch! I hate when he get trashed!”

  Then I heard the stupid bitch from earlier laughing again. I walked towards the stairs. She was on the first landing, up against the wall and topless. “That slut!” I growled. She was messing with more than one guy, huh?

  He was obviously drunk and had his back to me. As I stared, not knowing why, I recognized the shirt on the guy sucking her tits. My heart sank. It was worse than I thought.

  I heard, “Baby, I’m sorry.” I looked back at Chad, who was stumbling down the hall, holding onto the wall. “I got excited. Please come back to my room. Please.”

  I was holding back tears by then. I glanced back at the couple below. Then Giovanni turned his head and looked at us. Anger filled me quickly. How could he not know I liked him? How could he do this to me?

  Chad pulled me into his arms, mumbling, “I won’t tear anything else off. I promise.”

  I looked at Giovanni again. He was sitting on the stairs now and had stopped touching her, but the whore was on top of him kissing him. I looked up at Chad. Then I muttered, “Fuck this! I'll show him!” I pulled away from Chad and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go make this a happy birthday for you!” I almost shouted. I was furious. I was so angry with Giovanni, I figured I might as well let Chad fuck me.

  Once I was lying on Chad’s bed again, my blouse off, he looked down at me. Then he took his pants off, having to grab the bed more than once. “This is in my way,” he said and yanked my skirt off.

  Chad lay down with me and ran his hands all over my body as he kissed my lips. After a few minutes, his mouth moved to my neck, down my throat and to my chest. When his mouth got down to my bra, he quickly popped the front clasp open. Then he kissed my breasts and sucked on each of my nipples, biting occasionally. I moaned softly, enjoying his unnatural roughness with me.

  His lips soon brushed across my skin down to my panties. I gasped and lifted my hips a bit.

  “God, I love you.” He bit my panties and pulled on them a little with his teeth. Then he slowly spread my legs open and kissed my inner thighs.

  I gasped. I never knew Chad was so eager to please. I had never been with someone like that. Most guys I had been with were all about themselves. The sex was usually fast and not so great.

  “Chad, this is just a birthday present. You know that, right?”

  He looked up at me. “Yeah, baby. I love you.”

  His lips went further down but paused at my knee. I tensed as his tongue darted behind it. I wasn’t sure I could resist him if he kept it up much longer.

  He carefully laid down on me again, lining his hips up with mine. I closed my eyes and tried not to moan from the feeling of his stiff cock pushing into the crotch of my panties. Slowly, he started to rub it against me. I had to let out a moan.

  “Baby, can I make love to you?”

  Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t let him do that. Being angry with Giovanni was not the right reason to go all the way. But I wanted Chad so badly.

  He leaned down and kissed my lips again and again. His love was so overpowering and it fueled my desire even more. My panties were coming down, but I was distracted. When I felt his cock against my pussy, I panicked.

  “Chad, please—we can’t.”

  “But you’re so wet down here. You want me.”

  “No, Chad. Get your dick out of there.”

  He sighed and pulled away a little, then rubbed his throbbing cock against my clit.

  “Don’t, Chad!” I cried out.

  He smiled at me and moved his erection faster against me. I soon pushed my hips into him. I felt completely out of control. I gasped as an orgasm started to build. I reached up and dug my nails into his shoulders. Tears fell from my eyes.

  “Ah!” My eyes squeezed shut. I clung to him while I trembled inside and out. I was shocked at myself. “Stop, Chad! Please!”

  “I made you come.” He laughed softly in my ear.

  Then he pulled away from me. I pulled my panties back up with shaking hands. Soon he went back to kissing me and I could feel his boxers were up again.

  Minutes later, he passed out. It was difficult, but I got him off me and under a blanket. I decided I would give Chad one more gift. I knew he would be happy to wake up next to me in bed. I got up, took off my bra and donned one of his T-shirts.

  When I climbed back on Chad’s bed, I looked at him. He was on his back. He looked adorable. I moved closer to him, ran my hand through his hair and smiled. If I was going to sleep next to a guy all night, I was strangely happy that it was him. Chad would make me feel safe. Like always.

  Chad let out a sigh as I played with his hair. I moved up a bit and kissed his lips. Then he turned and put his arms around me. I couldn’t get out of his grasp, so I just lay my head on his pillow and put my arm around him too.

  I woke up to the feeling of a hand caressing the skin of my back, under my shirt. As I became more aware, I felt an arm around me. It took me only seconds to remember it was Chad.

  I smiled when I thought about the dream I’d been having right before awakening. In it, I had let Chad make love to me. He was an amazing lover. I was startled by Chad kissing me.

  “This is the best birthday present you could’ve given me,” he whispered as he pulled me closer to him.

  My head was on his arm. “Please tell me you understand I only did this for your birthday. My feelings for you didn’t change.”

  “Did we… do it last night?” Chad asked.

  I looked up at him. “No. I said I wouldn’t.”

  “I asked you to?”

  “More like you begged me.”

  “I’m so sorry.” He sounded very angry at himself. “I don’t remember anything. Did you at least have a good time at the party? I’m sorry I got so drunk.”

  I took a deep breath. I was glad he didn’t remember seeing me kiss Derek. Then I realized he didn’t remember seeing or touching most of my body either. I was relieved by that as well. “We both had fun, don’t worry.”

  Chad loosened his grip on me. I saw him look down my body. Then he lifted his shirt that I was wearing. “You still wear pretty panties.” His hand slid under my shirt and went up.

  I quickly grabbed his hand. “No. Please don’t touch me under my clothes.”

  “Can I feel them over the shirt?”

  I closed my eyes and leaned my head on him. He never touched my breasts without at least a bra over them. I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. “OK. But if I ask you to stop, please listen.”

  “You know I will, baby.”

  I looked up a
t him again. He kissed me. It took merely seconds for us to be kissing with so much passion; I wanted to sleep with him. Then I felt his hand over my breast. His heart began to beat a bit faster as he caressed me over my clothes.

  “I love you so much,” he softly said as his mouth moved to my neck and his fingers were slowly running over my hard nipple.

  I felt my need for him building and I fought it hard. The lust developing inside was stronger than ever before. I involuntarily let out a sigh, loving his touch. It felt so good. I wanted his hand under my top. Then his hand moved to my back and our kissing got to the point of urgency.

  While we still kissed hungrily, he pulled my leg up over his hip. He caressed my thigh then pushed his hard cock against my panties. When he started touching my ass, I wanted to just give into him. Then I felt his hand inching under my panties, at the crotch. Soon, he started massaging my clit with his fingers. I moaned with delight. By then, I was dying for him to fuck me, but my fear of losing him returned.

  “I wanna make you cum,” he growled.

  I clung to him, not understanding how it felt so good. My foot hooked onto his leg, as his fingers brought me closer. He moved his hand around, making me sigh then went back to my clit again.

  “You’re close. I feel it,” he whispered. “Let it out, baby.”

  I was almost there, but then he slipped a finger into my pussy. I instantly pushed against his chest. “Stop, please.”

  Chad quickly complied, then hugged me. “I’m sorry. Did I go too far?”

  I could feel my body shaking, and I was not able to let him go. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. His hard long shaft pressing against me was calling to me. I couldn’t control my breathing and I yearned for release.

  “I’m sorry, baby.” He held me close to him.

  My deep desire for Chad scared me sometimes. He was my best friend, not my boyfriend. He couldn’t turn into my lover. That wouldn’t make sense, would it?

  “Baby, you mad at me? Did I touch you somewhere you didn’t want me to?”

  I knew I had to respond, but I was afraid my tone would relay how badly I wanted him. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a few seconds. Then I replied, “No. It’s fine. I just can’t let you do any more. I’m sorry if I made you think I would let you go all the way. I don’t wanna lose what we have. You’re too important to me.”