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More Than Friends

Sorry, it turns out I can’t make it tonight. – C

I sighed and placed my phone down on the counter. Of course, she would do this to me. She invited me out to celebrate my 21st and then decides to cancel last minute. Now I and sitting here at the bar, like a fucking loner. Just fucking great. Well I might as well celebrate my birthday myself, since I am here.

I called the bartender over and ordered something strong. I was sick of my ‘friends’ doing this to me. All they ever seem to do is cancel on me or put me second. Everyone else didn’t care enough to hang around, and well I guess she was like everyone else.

Life fucking sucks.

The bartender placed my drink in front of me and I paid him straight out, so I wouldn’t forget to pay him later. As he walked away, I took a sip of my drink. Strong, just the way I needed it.

I felt someone sit beside me, but I didn’t bother looking at them. I could feel their eyes on me though. “Are you alright?” Their velvet voice asked.

“Nope.” I didn’t want to lie, because I was not all right. I was a fucking mess. I still didn’t bother looking his way. Maybe he would get the idea and leave me alone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

I finally turned to find a man with golden curly hair. He had to have been a couple years older than me. He was fucking gorgeous and this was not the first time I had seen him.

“Do you really want to hear all about some stranger’s crappy life?” There was no way he would.

The man let out a half smirk, “Well, we aren’t really strangers. We had a class together last semester.” He pointed out.

I remembered him. I remembered most people, but they never remembered me, except for him. I usually sat in the back, out of everyone’s way. I stayed quiet and just observed the world around me. I seemed to catch things other people didn’t.

“That still makes us strangers. I’m sure you don’t even know my name?” I’d be surprised if he did. I knew his. Oliver. It was a name you could never really forget and well his face was pretty unforgettable as well.

Now he was actually smirking, “Come on Emma. You think I’m that oblivious?”

Damn. He actually knows my name.

“Mhmm, all right. I’m still not going to tell you anything, Oliver.”

“Oooo, you remember my name too. We’re so not strangers anymore.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “Yeah no, we’re still strangers. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be home since the semester ended last week?”

“Nah, I live in the area.” This news surprised me.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I moved here three years ago. I have been working to save up to attend classes at the college.” He continued on.

Why did I suddenly want to know more about him?

“Please tell me what has you looking so sad? You’re way too pretty to look so sad?”

I blushed at his words, “Um, it’s not important.”

“Don’t say that. I want to help you feel better.” Oliver was not going to drop it.

I sighed, “Do you really want to know?” He nodded. “My 21st birthday was last week, and I was supposed to be out celebrating it with my best friend tonight. But she canceled on me after I had already arrived.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Happy Birthday though.”

“Thanks. It’s not the first time she has done this.” I admitted taking a sip of my drink.

“She doesn’t sound like a very good friend.” He took a sip of his drink as well.

“Nope, she’s not. But she is the only one I have left.” It was pathetic admitting that. Now he knows I’m a loser.

“Why don’t you make some new friends?”

Everyone who has ever heard the story of my crappy friends has asked me that. But they don’t know how hard that is for an introvert to make friends. Especially an introvert with trust problems.

“I’m not good at meeting new people.” That was all I told him. He didn’t need to know any more than that.

“Come on, that can’t be true. You seem to have no problem talking to me.”

“That’s because you forced me to talk to you by initiating the conversation. Other than that, I don’t talk to other people. Besides they find me boring, and I agree with them.”

“I don’t think you’re boring. Tell me something you’re passionate about.”

Why did he want to know? “Umm, writing.”

“Nice. I bet you are an amazing writer.”

I shook my head, “No, not really.”

“No, stop this. Stop tearing yourself down. Don’t let what your shitty friend did, affect the way you see yourself. You’re an amazing person. I already know that, and I don’t know you very well. You need to start seeing yourself in a positive light. Forget her and anyone else who has ever told you different.”

He was right, “I know I do. I just don’t know how to do it.” I confessed to him.

Oliver smiled, “Then let me show you how.”

I looked at him. Was I willing to let him do that for me? Could he do that for me?

“Okay.” I said, willing to allow him to help me. Maybe he could be the one to change my point of view of the world.


Oliver and I started hanging out. He would do things to prove I mattered, to make me more positive. I enjoyed my days with him. He was kind, he was wild, and he was attractive. Oliver was unlike anyone I had known before. The best thing is he never patronized me for the things I liked. He made me feel wanted for once.

There was only one thing I disliked about him. I hated how much he flirted with women. He was always flirting with women when we went out together. I know that we are nothing more than friends, but I didn’t like it at all. I forced myself to be happy about it, but I was not.

Maybe it was because I found myself liking Oliver a lot more than I should. I knew he would never like me more than a friend, but I couldn’t help it when he was always so nice to me.

Oliver and I were having a night out, he decided to take me to a bar I had never been too. He said it was one of the most popular ones in the area. I had decided to dress up in my favorite dress. I was hoping to get some attention. If not from Oliver, maybe some other cute guys. I needed to get my mind off Oliver and the fact that he would never like me more than a friend.

I arrived at his apartment at the time I told him I would be there. The second I knocked, he had the door open. He was expecting me.

“Hello Emma.” His eyes roamed my body, making me feel a bit self-conscious. “You look really nice.” I could see he wanted to say something more than that, but he seemed to hold himself back. “Why are you so dressed up?” He asked letting me into his apartment.

I rolled my eyes at him, “Well we’re going out, so I thought it would be nice to dress up.”

“Oh yes. I just mean, um, you look extra dressy tonight.”

Oliver was acting weird, “Uh, thanks?” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Are we going to get going?” I questioned.

He was quiet for a second. I looked at him, “Oh yes, we should probably go. I invited Marissa. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, its fine.” This of course was a lie. I didn’t like Marissa at all. She was one of his regulars, and they were constantly hooking up. I tried not to hate her, but she made it very hard. It seemed she didn’t like me either, and she made it known. Whenever she showed up while Oliver and I were hanging out, she would say some rude thing about me. Of course, Oliver would never seem to notice, because he would be too focused on trying to fuck her.

“Good, she is probably already waiting for us.” He grabbed his wallet and started for the door.

“She does know I’m coming, right?”

Oliver smirked, “Of course she does.” I somehow doubted that, but I nodded and followed him out.


Like I suspected, Marissa was not happy to see me at all. I don’t think Oliver told her I was coming. He probably only told me that to make me happy. Great. Just fucking great. The minute we arrived at the bar, Oliver was all over Marissa. I hated it. Why did I agree to come out tonight?

Without them noticing, I snuck off to the bar. I needed a drink or two, then maybe I was sneak out and go home. Oliver didn’t need me here tonight. He probably only invited me out to be nice. God, he probably only talks to me because he feels bad for me. I’m probably just some lonely loser to him. Oliver was way out of my league in both friendship and relationship terms.

Here I was, at a bar, thinking negatively about myself once again. I really need to stop doing this to myself.

“Whoa, slow it down with the drinks.” Someone said sitting beside me at the bar.

I turned my head to find a tall guy with dark hair sitting beside me, he was attractive. “Nah, I’m good.” I stated taking a long sip of the beer I had ordered.

“Ooo, someone is a bit feisty. I like that.” He spoke, “I’m Connor.” He added quickly.

“I’m Emma.” I said wanting to be nice.

“That’s a very nice name. Did you come with anybody?”

I sighed, “That idiot over there.” I pointed to Oliver, who was all over Marissa in the corner of the room.

“Oh, did he leave you for that skank?” Connor asked sounding sorry for me.

“No, not at all. He just dragged me here, even though he knew she would be here.” I was kind of mad Oliver brought me here when he knew that she was going to be here.

“So, you’re just friends?” Connor confirmed.

“Yep. Did you come with anybody or did you come alone hoping to find someone to hook up with tonight?” I wasn’t dumb to what this guy was trying to do.

“You’re good.” He said wagging his finger at me. “No, actually I came here to meet Marissa. But as you can see, she is all over your friend over there.”

I looked at Connor, “Oh, are you her boyfriend?”

“No, Marissa doesn’t do boyfriends. She and I casually hook up from time to time. I’m trying to figure out why she is over there with that idiot.”

No, I was not okay with him saying that. “No, only I’m allowed to call him an idiot.” I said sternly finishing off my beer. “Now if you will excuse me, I must be going.” I didn’t feel like talking to Connor anymore. I definitely didn’t feel like sitting around and waiting for Oliver to be done either. I decided it was time for me to leave.

As I got up, Connor did as well. “Would you like a ride home?”

Did he think I was dumb? “Nope, I’m good.” I said trying to brush him off.

“Come on, baby. Let me drive you home.” Connor didn’t seem to get the idea.

I stopped at the door and turned to face him, “I already said no. Now please go away and stop hitting on unsuspecting girls. You’re not as smooth as you think.” I left him staring there shocked. I felt proud of myself for doing that. My cab was already waiting for me. I had called for it a little while ago. I just wanted to go home and get some sleep.


Unlike Oliver, I lived with my parents. I didn’t mind at all though because my parents gave me free reign to do whatever I wanted to do, provided I don’t get myself into trouble. So when I got home, I found that my parents were asleep. I quietly let myself into the house and made my way to my room. I changed into a pair of sleeping shorts and a light t-shirt. I made sure to take off my makeup before hopping into bed.

I was just drifting off to bed when my cellphone vibrated, signaling I had a text. It was from Oliver.

Where did you go? – Oliver

Home, I didn’t feel like sticking around anymore. – Emma

I put my phone back on the nightstand and tried to drift off to sleep again but it buzzed again. I knew that Oliver wasn’t going to let me get any sleep right now.

Awe why? I saw you talking to that guy. ;) – Oliver

What? The creep that wouldn’t leave me alone? He was only looking for someone to hook up with. – Emma

This time I didn’t even bother to put my phone away.

Oh, I’m sorry about that. Uh do you think you could let me in? I’m standing outside of your house. – Oliver

What? No, my parents are sleeping. Go home. – Emma

No, please let me in Emma. I don’t want to go home, and I need to talk to you. – Oliver.

I suspected he was drunk as well. He never liked to be alone when he was drunk.

Fine. Give me a couple of minutes. – Emma

He wasn’t going to leave me alone. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed and down the stairs. Opening the front door, I found Oliver leaning against the side of the house. When he heard me open the door, he smirked.

“I knew you would let me in.” He stated a little loudly.

“Shhh, it’s like two in the morning and my parents are sleeping.” I said ushering him into the house. “We’re going to my room. You need to sleep.” I said pushing him towards the stairs.

“No, I don’t need sleep. I want to talk to you. I have so much to say to you.” Oliver said allowing me to push him up the stairs.

“I’m sure you do, but I can tell you have had a lot to drink. So you need sleep and then you can talk to me in the morning once my parents have left for work.” I said quietly pushing him into my room and shutting the door behind us. I nearly fell over with how close Oliver was standing to me.

“Please, just let me talk to you Emma. This can’t wait until the morning.” He pleaded.

I shook my head and pushed him towards my bed.

“I like you a lot, Emma. I like you way more than I should.” Oliver said making me stop and look up at him.

“What?” I questioned.

“I like you.” He was getting closer to me. His face was inches from mine. “Please, say something.” Again I stayed quiet, so he did the unexpected and pulled me into a kiss. Why was he doing this? As the kiss grew deeper, I could taste the alcohol in his mouth. He was drunk.

I pushed him off of me, “Oliver, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you are saying.” It was a shame, because I really wanted those words to be true.

“No I’m not, please believe me.” He pleaded once again.

I sighed, “Get some sleep, we will talk about it in the morning.”

“Okay.” He pulled off his shoes. Then he started to reach for his pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked looking away from him.

“I usually sleep in my boxers.” He answered and I could hear him shuffling around as he took off his pants.

“Oh alright.” I answered crawling into my bed. I was thankful I had a queen sized bed, so he could fit in my bed. A few minutes he got into bed. I was already drifting off again.

I was too tired to resist when I felt Oliver pull me into his arms. “I know you like me too, Emma.” I heard him whisper as I was falling asleep.


I woke up to the feeling of someone’s arms wrapped around me. I snuggled deeper into them before I came to my senses. It took me a couple of minutes to remember what happened last night. I relaxed once I realized it was Oliver behind me. The time on my alarm clock read 9:30 am, which meant my parents had already left for work and we were alone.

Oliver was still sleeping beside me, so I tried to squirm my way out of his grip. But he only tightened his grip, “Stop moving Emma. I’m really comfortable right now.” He said in a sleepy voice.

“Why are you holding me so tightly?” I questioned still squirming in his arms, it didn’t get him to let go of me though.

“I like cuddling with you. It’s quite nice to wake up to a warm body beside yours.” Oliver explained burying his face into my shoulder. We were in an extremely intimate position right now, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I liked it a lot.

“Oh okay. Do you have a hangover?” I wasn’t sure how much he drank last night but judging by the way he came over and admitted his ‘feelings’ to me, he had to have been pretty drunk. There was no way he could actually like me.

“I don’t have a hangover at all. I only had like two or three beers last night.” He said. I was trying to detect the lie but found none.

“Oh, so you weren’t drunk last night when you showed up at my house?” I was a bit intrigued to find out what was going on.

I felt him shake his head, “Nope. So I meant every word I said last night. I like you a lot and I know you like me too.”

“Huh, what?” There was no point in denying it, “How do you know about my feelings for you?”

He chuckled. In one swift movement he had me pinned beneath him while he straddled me. “It was pretty obvious, darling. I’m surprised you never knew about my feelings for you.” This new position was a lot for me to take in. I was a bit turned on by it.

“Uh, umm. How could I. You were always all over those other women. There was no way I could have known you felt the same way about me.” Why would he continue to be all over those women if he really liked me like he claimed?

“I’m sorry. I did that because I thought it would make you jealous, and well I was right wasn’t I?” He questioned with a smirk.

I blushed and looked away from him, but he grabbed my face and made me look at him. “Don’t turn away from me, darling. I need to see your beautiful face.”

I blushed even more, “I-I’m not beautiful.”

“Oh yes you are. You are the most beautiful woman that I have had the pleasure of knowing.” This had to be some kind of joke.

“Y-your lying.”

“Not at all.” To prove he wasn’t lying, he captured my lips in a very passionate kiss. The kiss woke me up completely. It had me craving more of Oliver. He licked my lips, causing me to open them and his tongue to enter my mouth to entangle with mine. We just stayed like this for a few minutes, making out, oblivious to the world around us.

We pulled away for air, “I need more. Oliver please give me more.” I whispered sounding as desperate as I felt.

He smirked, “Okay baby girl. Are your parents home?”

I shook my head, “No, they left over an hour ago. We’re completely alone.” I confirmed.

“Good, then I can make you scream my name.” Instead of attaching his lips to mine, he found my neck. His kisses traveled down as he pushed my shirt up. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so when he pushed it all the way up, he exposed my breasts. He pulled the shirt completely off and his lips started to kiss parts of my stomach. They began to travel up, stopping at my breasts. He kissed each of them before taking the nipple of my right breast into his mouth. He sucked it, making it harden under his tongue. This sent sensations down to my core, I could feel myself getting wet.

As his mouth played with my right breast, his hand tweaked the other making sure it wasn’t left out. I moaned and gripped the sheets beneath me. No one had ever made me feel this good by just playing with my breasts, but damn Oliver was taking me to cloud nine and he hadn’t even touched me where I needed it most. “Oh god Oliver, don’t stop.” I moaned as his mouth switched to the other one, repeating his actions. He had me arching my back and trying to grind against his bulge.

His hands gripped my waist and pushed me down to the mattress, “Patience.” He spoke in a serious tone. One that had me nearly gushing. I didn’t know Oliver could be like this.

“Please, please do something.” I said trying desperately to get the friction I needed, even while he was holding my hips in place. He smirked and quickly pulled off my shorts and panties in one go, uncovering my quivering heat. I was so wet for him.

“Would you look at this? I seemed to have you soaking. Do I turn you on that much?” He asked settling himself between my legs.

“Yes, all the time. Please do something.” I begged. I needed release and I needed it now.

“Gladly. I’m going to make you see stars.” Oliver said sliding down between my legs and spreading them. He kissed each of my thighs, placing a playful bite on the last one before traveling even further before stopping at my sex. “Don’t hold back.” His tongue immediately got to work, licking up the arousal there. He seemed to be everywhere but where I wanted him most, my clit. He was avoiding it to make me go crazy. It was working.

“What are you doinggggggg?” He caught me of guard my taking my clit between his teeth while wearing a smirk. “Ohhhhhhhh.” I moaned as he began to suck on it, bringing me closer to my release. I wasn’t going to last long like this, especially now that he was focusing on my clit. His mouth was freaking magic.

“Come for me, Emma.” He said letting go of my clit and licking all around, effectively fucking me with his tongue.

“Yes, oh god.” I moaned as I came, hard. He lapped up my sweet juice, moaning to show how much he loved my taste. Once I was clean, he placed a kiss on my clit before moving up my body towards my mouth.

“You taste amazing, now please let me fuck you until you are screaming my name, disturbing your neighbors?” Oh god, he was being polite while we were having sex.

“Yes, please fuck me Oliver. I have wanted this for a while.” I confessed pulling him to my lips. I could taste myself on his lips and I liked it. We kissed for a couple of minutes. While we did, I moved to take off his boxers.

He stopped me and held up a finger. I was confused. He pulled himself off of me and jumped off the bed and quickly found his pants, pulling out a little silver square. “Can’t do this without protection.” He said ripping open the condom.

“Wait! Let me put it on you.” I said motioning for him to come over to me. He nodded and handed me the condom. I rolled it onto his length swiftly, anticipating what he would feel like inside of me. He was huge.

“Are you ready?” He was positioned at my entrance, looking into my eyes for assurance.

“Yes, just take me.” I said bucking forward. He chuckled and plunged into me, stopping when he was completely inside of me. I felt so full and amazing. “Oh, you feel amazing inside of me.” I said bucking my hips to tell him I was ready for him to move.

“You’re so tight, Emma. God you’re amazing.” Oliver said before pulling out of me only to push back in. He did that repeatedly, hitting my g-spot perfectly. I was a moaning mess, making me grateful we had the house to ourselves because I was being so loud.

“Faster!” I moaned gripping his shoulders to steady him as he thrusted into me.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” He asked being a bit cocky.

“Shut up Oliver. Just moved faster!” I said being serious with him.

“Alright, don’t yell at me.” His hands gripped my waist as he moved a little faster, hitting all those spots a bit better than before. It wouldn’t be long before I would hit my orgasm. I honestly never wanted this moment to end. On one of his thrusts, he hit my g-spot again, throwing me into my orgasm much sooner than I had anticipated. “Mhmm, that’s right. Ride it out baby.” Oliver moaned into my ear. Thrusting until he reached his orgasm, he came while he was deep inside of me.

Once our orgasms had subsided, we just laid there for a few minutes trying to catch our breaths. Oliver pulled out of me making me whimper a bit and disposed of the condom. Then he slid back into bed with me, pulling me close. He rested his head on my shoulder.

“Will you go out with me?” Oliver asked as I relaxed against him.

“What about Marissa?” I questioned.

“What about her? I’m done with her. I want you. I have wanted you since I first saw you in class. Meeting you at the bar that night was the best thing to happen to me. It allowed me to get close to you, see just how amazing you are, and show me that I really wanted to be with you. So please, say you will go out with me.” Oliver explained shocking me a bit.

I turned around in his arms and pulled him closer, “Yes, I will go out with you.” I said kissing his lips gently making him smile into the kiss. “For the record, I’m so glad you came up to me at the bar that night. My life has gotten a lot brighter since you have been in it. You make me very happy.”

“Good, you will never be sad when I’m around. Your old friends didn’t deserve to have you around.” Oliver said pulling me into a kiss that was a bit more passionate than the last.

Once we pulled away, I rested my head on his chest. Loving the feeling of being in his arms. “Thank you.” I mumbled feeling sleepy after what we had just done.

“You don’t have to thank me, darling.” He said kissing my forehead. Shortly after that, we both drifted to sleep. We spent the rest of the day in my bed, snuggling and occasionally kissing. When night came around, Oliver decided he wanted to take me to dinner. He made me really happy and I could tell we were going to be good together.

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