Best friend had a dark sexy fantasy. Chapter 1, The Beginning.

This story has a lot of background, so readers can get a better understanding as to how close these two were, and how close they would become. If you just want to read the sex part of the story, scroll down and look for the *, that is where it begins.

Growing up wasn’t too hard. You see, I was raised in a pretty decent sized town. I was an only child so I didn’t have any siblings. I found out when I was 14 that I was adopted from a family that lived in the Polynesian islands. My biological parents were both native to the area they lived in, but they were hooked on Ice which seemed to be the drug if choice in that area. According to my adoptive parents I was adopted when I was born. My biological mother had given birth to me while she was in prison. My father was also in prison, both for drug use, sales, distribution, and attempted murder. Luckily my adoptive parents saved me.

I have the upmost gratitude and honor for them for getting me out of that situation. I knew many that grew up in foster care and I know how hard it was on them.

That all being said, I had a great friend that I grew up with. We were the best of friends ever since we were very young. We did everything together. We were always there for each other. Growing up we made a pact, one that said that we would never allow anyone or anything to come between our close friendship. To me, and nothing could sway me otherwise, she was my sister. She was about 3 years younger than I am. She was 3 and I was 6 when we started spending time together all the time, due to the fact that her parents and mine were really close friends. It was when I was 12 and she was 9 that our closeness began to build. I was protecting her constantly. She was an only child too, only not adopted.

Her name was Brittney. She had always had blonde hair, big blue eyes and long eye lashes she has always been a real cutie. She had always been petite and a very fun person to hang out with. Anything we did was extremely random and a hell of a lot of fun.

We both took our pact very seriously in every way. So much so, that whoever we dated during our high school years had to be ok with our friendship. They knew that we were not siblings so some felt threatened by our closeness. Like I said, to me, she was my sister even though we had no biological similarities. She was very white and I was a Pacific Islander. I had ended a few relationships on account of those girls making threats and bullying Britt. I made it very clear that I would not let anyone mess with her. They messed with her, the messed with me, that simple.

She too had ended a few relationships on account of some of the guys she dated hated me, and hated that we were such close friends. A couple had attempted to beat the shit out of me and failed. There was only one time that they were successful and then I was jumped by 8 people. I was in the hospital for a week after that and had many broken bones. Not to mention it was one of the guys she dated that got his ass kicked by me when he tried to kick mine. It also happened to be a guy I played football with from the time we were 10 years old.

During our high school years we never grew apart. I loved that kid. And I know she felt the same way, only it was more like a sibling kind of love. We were very protective of each other and constantly looked out for each other.

As soon as she turned 15 and i 18, something started to change a little. Not in a bad way, but in a very unexpected way. She started looking at me differently. I know now, but couldn’t quite tell what the difference was. It was gradual but I started to notice it. She still dated other men but I noticed that she was beginning to spend more time with me, and had stars in her eyes every time she saw me. I still took her to movies and other “dates” on a regular basis.

We would have sleep overs when we were younger and still did. Only it was different now that we were older. I would sleep In a separate room. Those nights we would stay in and watch movies together. She started laying all over me and cuddling up to me. Her mom would always tell us how cute we were together. There were nights that she would sneak in my room and climb into my bed and we just slept together in each others arms, on the nights that either she stayed at our place, or hers. Little did we know, our parents knew but didn’t even hint that they knew.

She was my best friend, and I was beginning to struggle with the fact that I was starting to fall for her. I refused to even hint that I was, because I valued her, and I valued our close friendship. I suspected that she felt the same way, and if she did, she valued our friendship like I did.

She was one of those women that had the best personalities. People gravitated towards her because of her smile, and because of how she had this way of lighting up a room. She had always been that way. Then as far as her looks, she was amazingly gorgeous! She was the type that would attract the assholes and douche bags. And the “nice guys” were too intimidated by her absolute, natural beauty. I was a nice guy, and I did have one up on those dudes. She was my best friend.

At 15 she stood 4’9 weighed maybe 90 pounds, she was very small. She still had blonde hair, Blue eyes, a small button nose and in my opinion, the sexiest mouth I had ever seen. She had just gotten braces, making her mouth that much more sexy. Her breasts were very perky and full. They were a b-cup yet on her small frame, it gave her very nice cleavage. She wore shirts that showed her cleavage, but while she was 15, she started showing more and more cleavage around me only. Her skin was very creamy and smooth white. My god she was so beautiful, I can’t even begin to explain to you how gorgeous she was!

Me I played football from the time I was 10. I worked out constantly. Every day before and after school for 2 hours each time when football season wasn’t around. During football season I’de work out two hours before school. I weighed 210 and was 6’6. I was very cut and toned. I looked like a male stripped, according to an ex girlfriend of mine. And no I wasn’t a virgin. And since Brittney was my best friend, she knew that. We shared everything and knew everything about each other. There was a strong connection that was building during all of that time. That connection, was beyond friendship. My name is Adam.

What sucked was, I had to leave for school. There was only one school two hours away, in 300 miles where I could go to study for my chosen career. I really wanted to get into a job where I was helping people. I would be away for two years, maybe more depending on how far I wanted to educate myself. Right after I graduated I was to start school. I wanted to start early, and get done with it. Before I left, I spent as much time with Britt as I possibly could. The day I left I went to her house I took her to dinner and spent hours with her. To see the hurt in her eyes made it agonizing for me. But during my schooling, I made a point to drive home to see her every weekend. I even took her to her Junior prom.

I had finished my my academy, and got a masters in fire science and as many certifications I could. I also got my RN license and was in the middle of my bridge courses because I wanted to work on the streets. I already had a job working full time with a fire agency and I loved the job. It didn’t pay well, but I was where I felt I needed to be. Brittney absolutely loved the fact that I did what I did. In fact she bragged to all of her friends about it.

I did get to see her again sooner than either one of us thought. Unfortunately it wasn’t under good circumstances. My parents, the ones who adopted me and saved me from a miserable life, were killed. My father owned a very prominent business with some other guy. Apparently it was doing so well that the other asshole decided to kill my father out of greed. I was home for 2 weeks and Brittney was amazing to me the entire time. She didn’t go to school for the entire two weeks I was home. I did return for work after it was all done, but now, I really missed Brittney. It was actually making me feel sick. Little did I know, but she was feeling the same way.

We started talking every day for hours at a time, unless I was on a call or sleeping. She drove up and would spend time with me, only now, it was more like we were dating. We hadn’t kissed yet even though I really wanted too. I had just turned 21 and Brittney turned 18. Finally her graduation came and I wasn’t going to miss it for anything.

When it was over she didn’t go to her graduation thing that they go to after the ceremony. She was hell bent on spending the night with me. I was ok with that. She was glowing the entire time she was with me. She was all over me and I was absolutely loving it. I spent some money on her because I wanted her to know that I was proud of her. We took a helicopter ride, took her to dinner watched a movie and really had a good time. She was leaning on me, holding my hand. The only time she wasn’t touching me in any way, was when we were getting in and out of my truck.

It wasn’t until almost three am when I got her home. Her parents weren’t home, but had left a note telling us to behave. We both looked at each other and smiled. She rolled her eyes, “whatever” she said. We went in and I went into the room that was designated as mine and put on sweats and a wife beater and went to the great room and switched the TV on. Britt came out wearing a red and white button down flannel shirt. Of course I did notice that she had 2 buttons undone showing the yummy cleavage she had. She did have a bra. I must have looked too long cause when I looked up into her blue eyes, she just smiled and bit her lower lip.