Do Anything for Friends_(1)

This story is mostly true, although, I admit that I have played it up some. Surprisingly, not by much. Names and places changed, of course, but I hope you all enjoy.



Do Anything For Friends:



How long had Tim known Lindsey? They had been best friends for countless years now; in fact, he spent so much time at her home, he was practically considered part of the family.

It was their senior year in high school and Tim was sitting in his math class when he felt his phone’s vibration go off in his pocket. Despite the schools strict policy, the teacher was pretty lenient about texting in class so he pulled his phone out, not-so-subtly hiding it behind his book. He was able to read the incoming text message.

“He broke up with me…”

It was Lindsey, talking about her latest boyfriend. Tim had always found her choice in guys to be very odd, never going after attractive or even intelligent guys. She herself was gorgeous, with hair shoulder length, changing color anywhere from red to blond to dark brown depending on the type of mood she was in that year. She was paler in complexion, but it suited her well. Her 5’8 tall body was perfectly shaped, from her amazing 36C breasts, to her flat slender middle, all the way down to her scrumptious ass that was sculpted to perfection.

Either she really was the least shallow person on earth, or she didn’t know how good she really looked, because her exes were not up-to-par to say the least. Darwin would be ashamed of her mating choices.

Only she didn’t “mate”. She was a rare exception to the morality choices of generation X, as she never went past making out with anyone. She never drank, never smoked, never did anything. Maybe it was her Mormon upbringing, maybe it was her lifestyle choices, but whatever it was, it stuck with her all the time.

Tim wasn’t exactly the type of person someone would imagine being a Mormon’s best friend. Partying with his friends whenever, he had no issues with drinking, smoking, or fucking whoever was willing. He wasn’t a manwhore by any means, but he had had his fair share of women around the school. His good looks, along with his sizable member were usually enough to seal the deal if ever he needed some feminine attention. Luckily, Lindsey was FAR from stuck up, not necessarily agreeing with Tim’s lifestyle, but always accepting of him, never lecturing him on what other Mormons might consider his damnable actions.

And he held a special place in his heart for Lindsey. She was off limits to his friends, hell, off limits to himself. He was proud of her for her life choices, and he would not see her ruin it on account of a stupid high school hookup. The pair had a brother/sister relationship, and although he was extremely attracted to her, and had even asked her out on occasion, he would not trade their relationship for anything.

Now, sitting in math class, he responded to her text message. “I’m sorry Lindsey… You know he’s a prick.” He had been through this a dozen times, as she dated a lot of guys. He knew after a little “rebellious” swearing, a movie or two, and a new crushing boyfriend-to-be, she would be perfectly fine.

“I know… I’m just really pissed off is all. He did it over text this morning, and then I already see him walking around with Nicole? Fuck him.”

“Ooooh the F-word. Lindsey *IS* mad today! But really, I am sorry… Want me to come over tonight for a movie or two? Keep you company?” He already knew the answer would be yes. He had been to her house after school four or five days in a row now. They would just chill out either in the living room or her bedroom and bullshit the night away. Around 2 in the morning he would finally head home and they’d simply continue to text about nothing until one of them passed out. It really was a fun relationship to him.

“Sure. I’ll hit up Redbox today at lunch and I’ll just see you up there? Grace has tennis practice today, so I don’t have to take her home.”

Grace was Lindsey’s younger sister. At 16 years old, she shared the same Latter Day Saint’s morals as her sister, if not even more adamantly. She was always scolding her sister for drinking coffee, or even worse, the dreaded energy drinks. She wasn’t a bitch to be around, in fact Tim enjoyed her company, but he did always notice the sisters were quick to point out whenever the other wasn’t absolutely perfect.

The girls also shared great looks, as Grace was drop dead sexy. She was only 5’4, her light blond hair trailing down passed her mid-back. She had small, yet perky tits, with her slim belly making her look 100 pounds at most. Her ass was slightly flatter than her sister’s, but not by much. If Tim had to choose a quick fuck between the two sisters, he would probably take Grace. He wasn’t sure what the deciding factor was. Maybe it was that he didn’t share the in-depth relationship with her as he did with her sister. Or maybe he just wanted to make that sweet, innocent blond girl choose his dick over her morals. Either way, he knew nothing would happen, as it would completely ruin his relationship with Lindsey.

The two wrapped up their virtual conversation and continued on with their day. Finally the last bell of the day rang, Tim proceeding to walk through the halls, talking to his friends. There were no plans to make with them, as it was only Wednesday, yet his friend Tyler was fixated on having a bonfire.

“Dude, why not just wait until the weekend so we can all just stay the night?!” Tim questioned.

“Uh… bro. It’s late start tomorrow. You can stay as long as you want,” Tyler responded, shocked that his buddy hadn’t remembered.

Late start was a blessing for high school kids everywhere, as it meant their morning classes started at 10:30 instead of the usual 8. It happened once a month.

“Shit! You’re right! I’ll talk to Lindsey and see if we can stop by. She needs some Timmy-Time,” he jested.

With that, the boys found their cars and went in separate ways. Lindsey lived very close to the school, only a short drive up the hill. Tim pulled up to her house, finding her car already there. He waltzed into the house to find her in the kitchen with her mom and dad.

“Tim!!!!!” Lindsey greeted him in her usual hushed-yet-screaming manner and hugged him. Her parents both greeted him as well, albeit much more calmly, and the pair marched back to her room.

“I ended up skipping 6th. I didn’t really want to sit by him today. So I grabbed ‘Transformers II’ and ‘The Final Destination’ and headed up here.”

“I have to pee,” Tim announced calmly, as he marched into the bathroom connected to Lindsey’s room, as her and her sister shared the master bedroom. Lindsey rolled her eyes, and moments later he returned.

Lindsey popped Transformers in as the pair sat on her bed watching the movie. The two conversed back and forth with oddities about the movie, snide comments about the actors, and occasionally projecting a pillow at each other. The movie was just about over when they heard a knock, followed by Lindsey’s mom poking her head through the door frame. “I’m running dad down to the airport. I should be back in a few hours.”

“Okay,” the teens chorused.

“No funny business while we’re gone!” Piped in her dad, playfully, as he knew full-well nothing would transpire.

“I’ll do my best to resist him daddy,” mocked Lindsey as she stood up to kiss him on the cheek, waving goodbye to them both.

With that she plopped back down on the bed, as Tim resumed the movie.

“Wait! I gotta pee now!” announced Lindsey humorously, as she raced into the bathroom. Tim laughed at their brashness with one another.

She returned a few minutes later, sporting a new outfit than the one she had entered with.

“I changed. It’s way too hot in here.”

“I noticed,” Tim mocked her stating the obvious. He didn’t mind the change of attire in the slightest. She had on a black tank top along with blue short-shorts. The outfit showed off her gorgeous legs and allowed her tits to nicely fill out the tight tank top.

Lindsey had never worn anything less than bishop-approved attire outside of her house, but she figured with just Tim here she was perfectly safe to stay cool in the heat.

Tim didn’t mind the eye candy as he smiled and then again pressed play.

Less than a half an hour later, the credits started scrolling. Lindsey looked to Tim hoping he would volunteer to get up and put the next movie in, but found that he was asleep. She chuckled to herself, leaning over the top of him, shaking him gently to wake him up.

Tim, eyes still closed, grabbed Lindsey around the back of her neck, pulling her down onto him, planting a kiss on her lips.

Lindsey, in utter shock, didn’t move, it didn’t even register in her brain that this was reality. Her head slowly coming back into focus, she felt Tim’s tongue parting her lips. Still not fully in tune with her cognitive functions, she allowed it to happen, kissing him back as he slept.

Her brain now regaining control, she pulled away from Tim and yelled for him to wake. Tim’s eyes shot open as he jumped into a sitting position.

“What?! What’s wrong?”

“You…. um…. nothing. I was just trying to scare you,” Lindsey played it off, not wanting to cause any drama. Still the feeling of his kiss was pressing into her brain.

She quickly looked away, getting up to put Final Destination in before laying back down, this time side by side with her friend. She laid against him, Tim instinctively putting his arm around her. The two looked like a cute couple, if only for a while, as the movie soon had both of them jumping and fidgeting against each other.

Still, Lindsey’s mind raced to the kiss. Her brain tossed and turned, trying to process her emotions.