A friend in need

note : started out as a pwp, but............ it just got so interesting that I had to make a full legnth. no sex in the first chapter yet. damn it, I hate doing that. you every feel as if you know what you want but you just can\'t write it down?


It started out as any ordinary night at home. Me and my ass wipe of a brother spending another rainy night in. usually, if he wasn’t being an asshole, we’d sneak into the downtown streets of London, drinking, partying, and eventually getting laid. But since ‘his highness’ is feeling ill-faded, we have to call it a night early. It’s not that much of a disappointment to me, I’ve experinced all the advantages the late night has to offer. So far at the tender age of seventeen, I think I’ve just about experinced every type of pussy in the world, though it all taste the same to me. Wet. Wet as the grass outside. Funny, for three years I’ve spent countless nights paying for such high class sex when all I’ve been doing is eating carpet. “ well what do you expect?” says my brother while sipping his daily glass of borbon, ankles resting on the coffee table. “ this is london for fucks sake. You expect something better to come knocking on your door?” * KNOCK-KNOCK* “ speak of the devil!” I say aloud as I gingerly jump to my feet and head towards the door as if to expect some ‘high class tail’ on the other side of the door, though I know it’s probably late night soliciter. I don’t bother to open the door so late at night, rather than taunt the poor sucker out side of it. “ who the fuck is it?” I shout behind laughter. “ Wes it’s me.” They say. Ciaro. The first person that came to mind. But why was she here? especially on a night like this, she hates the rain. I open the door to find her drenched in rain, eyes red and puffy as if she’s been crying. I ask her what’s going on, none to my surprise that it’s the same old story, her moms been drinking and her dads not home again, the only twist this time was that she finally got the courage to get out of the house. In other occasion I’d congradulate her on her escape, but of course now was not the time. “ I can’t go back home Wes. God knows what my mom’ll do when she finds out I left.” Fuck, I couldn’t see her like this. I take her by the arm and lead her inside knowing that she’s about to faint. She’s shaking like a leaf and making more water works than the rain outside. Jack comes walking in with a cup of tea to soothe her, but I think he slipped some vodka in there so she’d stop crying. It was a nice suggestion for all the wrong reasons. “ So none of em know you’re here?” he asks. When he really meant to say was “ So their’s no one else for you to go to who’ll take you in?” asshole. “ no,” she sniffs. “ everyone else is out having fun on holiday.” “ how’d you know I was home?” she looked up at me and gave a slight chuckle. “ don’t know, I guess it was just out of luck.” By the light tone in her voice, I can tell she’s feeling somewhat better. We spend most of night chatting and throwing jokes at each other, for some reason Jack wasn’t being half the asshole he usually is, cause if it were any other night, he’d kick my ass for calling him an “ army clad fuck”. Maybe he actual felt what the rest of us human beings would call sympathy, or maybe he was just smashed, or maybe..fuck no! that over grown ape wouldn’t dare try to fuck an emotionally traumatized girl. Would he? Shit, I’m too tired to think about that. I make my way off the couch and head to my room, I don’t think about the fact that I’m leaving Ciaro with my sexually frustrated, twenty four year old brother. But he wasn’t interested, cause he verbally stopped while I was at the foot of the stairs. “ Oh,Wes,” he taunts me with that cleverly sick proper accent “ have you thought about the sleeping acomadations for your guest? The guest room is full of storage, mostly yours, and I can’t have poor Ciaro sleeping in my room, for obvious reasons,” that cockney bastard, he knows that ‘storage’ in the guest room is all his workout equipment, and mostly porno tapes. “ So I guess that just leaves your room.” God help the poor bastard, he’s trying to get me laid. With Ciaro? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with her, and I’ve thought about it before; once, twice, aw hell, too many to count. I looked at her, knowing that she’s just as nervous at the suggestion as I am. “ I don’t mind.” She says, not even looking at me. I can tell she’s thinking the same thing I am, though not as detailed probably. “ Wes?” Says my brother. God, I could just throttle him if I wasn’t so bloody tired. But who cares anyway? It’s just one night. And she’s too upset to even want to have sex. “ No proablem.”

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At first Ciaro seemed nervous about sleeping in the same bed with me as we made the 10 second trip to my room in silence. She had all her reasons to be, it wasn’t like we were childhood friends or something like that, she was just the all American girl from L.A. making a fresh start in manchester and I, being the sickly romantic boy next door, befriended her. I remember the first words she said to me when I first made eye contact at her “ stop lookin at me or I’ll cut your dick off and shove it up your ass.” Classic L.A. talk, after about 15 jabs in the ribs I finally got a conversation out of her. In all thoughs months of crouch kicking and friendly banter, I never would’ve expected to have her safety in my hands. I guess it surprised her to see that my room was clean, seeing as she always makes comments at how unkept my school porfolio is. I point her in the direction towards the bathroom, god forbide that she hasn’t picked up some kind of oder from the long walk in the rain. She headed towards the bathroom without so much as a word and shut the door behind her. I plopped myself on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. “ she’s in my house. Now she’s in my bathroom.” I kept repeating. The sound of the shower head running confirmed even more lucrative and obvious thoughts. “ she’s in my bathroom, naked.” If I wanted to, well if I had the balls to, no. you don’t know what she wants, if she wanted you she would’ve said it. I’m not a complete expert on woman, but I know for a fact that one particular who’s in my bathroom isn’t the one to express her feelings through love notes and flowers; more like through beatings and verbal abuse. But hey, I’ve learned to live by it. For some reason, that’s how girls are supposed to act if they ‘like’ you. Finally the rain stops pouring enough to show the everglow of the moon. I don’t usually get too poetic about the moon, but it just glowed in a some kinda light that I rarely even notice. Funny, I’ve never noticed it like this. “ you have any pjs or somethin?” she snaps me out of my thoughts. My attetion is taken from the moon and to the vulnerable tomboy drapped in a white towel. I’ve seen much more beatiful girls in a much more appealing light, but they don’t hold a candle to Ciaro. “uh yea.” I say in a near stutter. I rummage through my clothes for something, well, clean. I end up tossing her a band t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms. “thanks.” Is all she says, not “ could ya turn around” or “ I’ll change in the bathroom”. She just accepts the clothing and just gets changed. Right in front of me. My eyes are glued to every curve and shape of her body, I don’t bother to turn away. “ you don’t have to be embrassed Wes. I’m sure you seen every part of a womans body.” True, just not my bestfriends. Once shes done and inspects herself in the mirror, she rests herself on bed, curled up against my chest with my arm draped over her. We both stare out the window at the moon; I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. We sit in each others own silence for awhile until I finally speak. “ how mad do you think your mums gonna be?” I ask. She’s silent for awhile, then sighs. “ I don’t know , don’t really care either. Serves her right for forcing me to leave L.A.” “ you didn’t wanna leave?” “not really. I mean, it’s not the best place in the world but it’s home.” I hold her closer, taking in the scent of her hair. It doesn’t smell like sweat and cum like I’m used to on most women. It had a scent of it’s own, how a girl should smell. I closed my eyes, getting lost in her aroma. It was unlike many times before when I held a girl, but it was never like this. I try to stop thinking but she just makes it impossiable. A million things I wanna say to her; and over a billion things I wanna do to her. “ Wes?” “mmm?” I answer almost inaudibly. “ your hurting me.” I didn’t realize what she meant, so I loosend my embrace on her. “ no it’s not that.” She says. I’m still confused. “ somethings sticking me in the back.” I look down and turn bright red. My once flaccid member is at full attention. No wonder I feel light headed. She gets up from my embrace, did I offend her? She didn’t curse at me or threaten to castrate me. She suddenly pushes me on my back and crawls on top of me. Staring me down with a pout on her lips and a devilish twinkle in her eye. “ that from me?” she asks, her hands leave her side to trace down my torso. My chest rises beneath her touch. “ yea.” “ is it big?” ‘is it big?’ “ it takes about half my blood just to get it to stand even half way up” that’s what I wanted to say, but I don’t keep my ego in my croutch, so what I said was “ look for yourself.” She set her attention down to my erection, observing it for sometime as if she were a young child observing a flower. She looked back up at me as if for clarity. My smile guaranteed she had my full aproval. Fidgity hands work their way down the zipper of my jeans. Her nervousness just makes me painfully harder, shaking and all. She finally releases me from my denim blockade. Her eyes widen at the sight of my now fully exposed cock. “it’s big.” She says. “ you’ve never seen one before?” “no. I mean yea. Well, not one that big.”


bet ya know where this is going don\'t ya? well you know the drill, R+R