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Dizzy - Chapter 1

Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: lurtsi, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

took a good few minutes before we finally parted, looking into each other’s eyes. “Wow!” trying to recover from the emotional overload I was experiencing, “That felt really good,” I said, a little too loudly, smiling. “Yeah, I am so happy we can finally talk! The past few days has been a nightmare,” She said. I just sat there, smiling from ear to ear and staring into her eyes. “It also made me realize something…” slightly fading out. “Oh, what is that?” I asked, now intrigued “It made me realize that, well; you really mean a lot to me,” “Oh, but you said that,” I, completely ignorant, replied. “Yes, but I think you mean more to me than a friend, or even really good best friend,” Again fading out slightly. “Wait, are you saying that,” Now, my turn to fade my sentence out. “Yeah, I think so,” It’d been two weeks since we had been forced to sit down and talk about “it”. Her confessing that she had feelings that stretched beyond the best friend mark, had… Not changed our relationship very much. I felt like, after we walked out of that room, and we got back into the class, everyone staring at the guy with a girl who obviously had been crying only a few minutes before, we had been in some sort of oblivion. A state where, at least I, didn’t have a clue where we stood. I didn’t dare asking her, even though we still talked on the phone, text and went out a couple of times, I didn’t know whether or not it was fine for me to hold her hand, or hug her, or even kiss her. Then, almost as ... surprisingly as last time, she invited me over a Friday night to see the rest of Fifty Shades. Then we were there again, sitting in the sofa. Her leaning her weight at me and at times resting her head on my shoulder. I had felt a little uneasy coming back here, considering the last time, but now, closing onto the end of the film, I was clam, and happy. In fact, had couldn’t remember a time where I had felt more happy. And yet, I didn’t feel like I knew where we was standing. I almost felt like she was trying to keep me in the dark. Not establishing anything, for whatever reason. Then, as if reading my mind, she said, calmly: “I think I love you,” I almost bit my own tongue from hearing that. I took hold of her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t freak out, Ash!” She said, looking back at me with a worried expression. “I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed stutter, “Okay, I actually do. You are the most amazing girl I have ever met. You’re smart. You’re funny. Interesting. Nice. Kind. Caring. You’re a fantastic to talk to and you’re different, in a good way. On top of that, you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever had the great fortune of laying my eyes upon and also, you are my best friend.” Taking a deep breath, both to calm myself down and to breathe, I continued: “The person in the world that I talk to anything about. I know this past month has been really weird, but it has shown me that you are even more amazing than I thought, and I…” She threw ...