Falling for my best friend. novel Chapter 18

"Oh yeah? Like what?" His eye's twinkled with mischeif.

"It's way too good for your ears." He laughed and i threw the text book onto the spot I was sitting. My mind was still stuck on tomorrow. What's tomorrow with Nicole.

His thumb was between his upper teeth and his bottom lip. His Hazel eye's scanning across each word onto the screen and in the textbook. His Pen beside his ear, screaming for me to flick it off. I followed each word on the page as well but instead of speaking, I kept to myself.

I felt Neville eye's on me as I continued to read. He tapped my shoulder and as if I knew what he was asking me automatically, I nodded and he went and click onto the next page.

Our minds were connected strongly like that, yet I could never find out what he thinks of me. Of Nicole. My throat itched to ask him about her, yet I felt it wasn't my place. Is she the real deal? or is she one of those girls.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

I looked at him, brow raised. "Where's your penny?"

He smiled shaking his head. "What are you thinking Love bug?"

I sighed. "Nicole..." I started. "Is she real real? Or is she one of those one night stand girls."

Neville looked taken back from the question as his face grew serious. It never took him for than a second to respond if it was the 'one night stand' type of girl. So his silence already answer my question.

"I'm happy for you." My voice sounded strained to my ears. "No more different colored panties and different sizes on your floor."

He still didn't say anything as I continued speaking, distracting myself from his facial expression.

"So? Do you still need my help or you good?"

His hands ran over his face dragging it down a bit. "I'm good. I'll finish this tomorrow."

I glanced at the time in the corner of his screen.

1:00 am.

"You should stay here tonight. It's too late and plus, I know your too tired to drive."

I smiled nodding. I hopped off the bed as Neville cleared it off. I walked to the living room, shaking off my sweats folding it and placed it on the cushion. I fixed my hair and stretched before making my way back.

"You need clothes?" Neville back was to me. My eye's watched as his arms bulged a bit when he folded the extra sheet, tearing back the one he uses so he can crawl under. When he saw me his eyes traced over me then back to my face.

"Nope. Your room isn't that cold surprisingly, so I'll just sleep in my shorts."

"That's what you call shorts? Looks like panties to me."

They are, but I would never tell you that.

"There boy shorts Albert. Maybe you created but all that white hair made you forget."

He rolled his eyes chucking a pillow at me. I laughed and crawled in under the blanket next to him, lights off and the only lightening was through the blinds from the window.

My back was faced to him, the heat from his breath that was on my neck making me hotter than I was already feeling.

I've slept in the same bed as him for almost 16 years. So why is it so hard to close my eyes and let the darkness take over?

Because your in love with him. Your in love with his eyes. His smile. The way he cares for people close to him. His sense of humor, his cheesy jokes, his once in a lifetime dimple that pops up if he finds something extremely funny. The way his hair sticks in every direction when he wakes up. His sweet caring personality. His daring attitude. His protective ness over love ones. His dirty mind, his-

"Neville breath grew heavy yet even and I knew he was in a deep sleep. I glanced over at him over my shoulders and saw his mouth parted and his hair already starting to form messy.

I sighed and scooted closer to him, suddenly feeling cold. I closed my eye's trying to let sleep take over.

Then I felt it. Something poking my back. I shifted and it landed on my ass cheeks.

Does he have something in his bed? I silently groaned as it was irritating me. I reached behind me to grab it. My hands froze. My breath hitched and my heart skipped multiple beats it was unhealthy. It was hard. It was thick. It was his fucking dick!

I jolted my hand back under my head. There was no way I was going to fall asleep now.

I listened to see if he awoken but when I heard his snore I relaxed.

My lip found its way between my teeth, my mind going back to his hard dick even though I wanted to take it off from... that.

I looked over at him again and scooted over. He wouldn't know right?

My hands trembled a bit as I reached behind me and touched it. I felt it twitch and I looked at Neville still sleeping. I found the little hole that be in Men's Under-wears and my two fingers curled around his head, barely going all the way. I gulped feeling anxious yet scared he might wake up and see.

But that thought just made me more eager.

I carefully pulled the whole thing out through the whole, pausing to see if he woken up. When the coast was clear, I let it go, pulling down my panties a bit, enough for it to go through from behind.

I glanced to him, my back still facing his chest, my lips in pain a bit as I bit into them deeper.

"Neville? You awake?"

"Oh shit, i'm cumming." I whispered to a sleeping Neville.

I moved my fingers faster, feeling the orgasm arriving. But I couldn't take the feeling it was making me feel. So I stopped and the orgasm died down. It felt like it was just sitting there waiting.

But I guess I wasn't the only one about to cum just now. I felt his movements growing faster and I arched my back letting him do what he wanted. I could believe this was happening. It wasn't exactly how I wanted it to go with him sleeping and thinking this was a dream and-

Wait. If he is dreaming... Who is he dreaming about?

"N-Neville." I felt his hot breath on my shoulders now as I moved my hips along with him.

"W-what's my name?"

"Argh." My eyes rolled back as I clenched the bed sheets. "Neville what's my name."

"Argh, fucking shit." I felt a thick creamy hot liquid drip onto my cheeks. I was shaking, not from the intense feeling I just gotten from this but from his answer.

"T-that was amazing Nicole."

The feeling of your lover calling another girls name during your intercourse hurts more than a truck hitting you. I've never gotten hit by a truck, but I could imagine the feeling only 5 times worse.

Once I heard his heavy breathing and his snore again, I crawled out of the bed, grabbing my panties and cleaning up the mess, wiping gently on the sheets. I shoved-gently- Neville's dick back into his shorts and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it, sliding down onto the floor, my hand covering my mouth as tears flew down my face.

It hurts. It fucking hurts. I am growing tired of waiting. Waiting for him to notice me, for him to see me. I've tried so many times and instead I get hurt in the result. I lost my virginity. I suffer watching him with so many other girls, treating me as a little kid. I fucking had sex with him while he slept and he didn't even know it!

My body shook as my cries grew stronger, muffled by the palm of my hand. I looked down at my Black Panties that was covered in white spots.

Last time I checked my name wasn't Nicole, but Lovetta Rose Scarlett Smith. Not Nicole.

And that's the name he called tonight. That's the name he was dreaming of. But it was the wrong answer.

I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired. And it hurts me to even think this but I need to move on. Forget about him and try my hardest to push him out of my mind and focus on the important things at hands here.

I've spent my last 5 years wasted on him, I don't want to spend another 5 just to end up watching him grow old with another. Another like Nicole.

I cleaned myself up, exiting the bathroom, tucking my dirty panties in my book bag and slipping on my Sweats. I crawled under the bed, my back now facing his back.

I closed my eyes, my hand still covering my mouth as I cried the longest, saddest cry I have ever experienced. All over the boy next to me. Neville Stanford.