Charlie is a 24-year-old bartender with a kind heart and warm personality. Although he’s very attractive, Charlie prefers to keep to himself. He enjoys reading, watching foreign films, and hiking.
London
A beautiful, yet naive, 22-year-old, London is perpetually choosing the wrong men in her search for true love. London is a diehard romantic who’s in love with the idea of love.
Charlie had always been there for me. From my first fall on the cement pavement in kindergarten, to my first heartbreak from Kyle Green in high school. With the kindest, brown eyes and the most comforting smile, he would always find a way to make me feel safe again- like nothing could ever hurt me when I was in his embrace. Charlie and I had grown up knowing that we could always rely on each other, whether it was learning how to drive, studying for important grades or giving advice on the latest crush. Though, that had been a lot more him than I. Charlie and I were similar in so many ways, though I was the only one that got into the dating scene. Despite my efforts to hook him up with the girls in my dance classes, or step to the side when a bombshell would find him in a club; Charlie was never interested.
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I’ll never forget the first time I met London. It was the first day of kindergarten, and she fell on the pavement in front of the school, dropping all of the craft supplies she had in her hands. She sat down on the pavement and started bawling, and I knew I had to help her. From the moment she smiled at me, I knew she was something special.
Charlie had always been there for me. From my first fall on the cement pavement in kindergarten, to my first heartbreak from Kyle Green in high school. With the kindest, brown eyes and the most comforting smile, he would always find a way to make me feel safe again- like nothing could ever hurt me when I was in his embrace. Charlie and I had grown up knowing that we could always rely on each other, whether it was learning how to drive, studying for important grades or giving advice on the latest crush. Though, that had been a lot more him than I. Charlie and I were similar in so many ways, though I was the only one that got into the dating scene. Despite my efforts to hook him up with the girls in my dance classes, or step to the side when a bombshell would find him in a club; Charlie was never interested.
It took years for me to accept the mysterious lack of sex drive in my best friend and I could never quite figure out why. Charlie was a hot guy. Tall, built like a tower, a killer jaw line and a smile that has even had me squeezing my thighs together once or twice. Eventually, I chalked it up to just being Charlie. But that never stopped him from being the most caring, understanding friend in the whole world.
And that’s what led me here- crying on his front doorstep in the rain, hands covering my weeping face as I wait for him to finish his bar shift so I can tell him all about the boy that broke my heart…again. I could hear Charlies footsteps thumping down the street through the pouring rain and I peer over my fingertips, the cold wind hitting mascara that melted hideously down my face. “London?” he calls and begins jogging toward me. I stand up, shivering in the cold as he reaches his doorstep, pulling me into a tight hug without question. “What are you doing sitting out here in the rain?” He huffed, gripping onto my shaking body.“You’re freezing!” He states and pulls me with him as he unlocks his door, dragging us both out of the unforgiving cold.
Once again, I found myself completely enveloped within his safe world. He ran me a hot shower, had fresh towels laid out and a glass of my favourite wine sitting on the counter from the moment I was ready to tell him about all of my problems. As we lay on the couch, his legs stretching out around mine as I lay my head on his chest, I blurt out everything. In true Charlie fashion, he knew every curse word to breathe about my latest fling. He would tell me every time that I deserved so much more and somehow, before long, I would actually start to believe him.
“You’re so much more than all of those losers, London.” He expressed, resting his head on mine.
“I just wish there was a way I could make you feel the kind of love you deserve.”
He shifts suddenly and climbs up from under me. I growl like a stubborn child, not ready to be away from his hold and despite my attempts to make him stay, he swivels off the couch to stand above me. He stares down at me as I lay comfortably, a towel wrapped around my warm body, my hair a drenched mess and all makeup washed away from my shower. Normally, I would die before letting a man see me like this. But, Charlie was different. I could be whatever version of myself I needed to be and he never questioned it.
As I blink up at him, trying not cry all over again, he stares into my eyes with an intensity that caught me off guard and the entire room shifted. He crouches down, brushing hair out of my face and the entire notion caused a confusing pulse to ache between my thighs. “You’re perfect,” he whispered and before I could even fathom what was happening, he leans into me, placing a smooth, warm kiss on my lips. His breath smelled of my favourite wine and his lips were the perfect mixture of soft and plump and for some reason, I never wanted him to stop. I pull him closer to me, wrapping my arm around his neck as I part my lips and he pushes his tongue against mine with a yearn I wasn’t prepared for. He unfolds the towel from around my petite frame and we kissed and grabbed at each other and, Jesus Christ, nothing had ever felt so right.
He hovers over me, un-breaking from our dancing mouths, before his five o’clock shadow scratched against my heaving ribs as he nibbled down my torso, teasing and licking my sensitive skin. Looking up at me, chocolate eyes devoured my attention as he hovered above my thighs, pulling down my wet, laced panties with a swift tug.
“This is the kind of love you deserve.” He whispers.
Without leaving my sights, he slowly moves my discarded garment up to his stubbled jaw and with one, deep inhale, took in the smell of my arousal like a wolf catching scent of his prey. The notion itself was the most raw, overwhelming act I had ever experienced; pooling an ache between my thighs that begged for his undivided attention.
“Someone who will ravish you.” He purrs.
Finally, depriving me from his enveloping stare, he looked down to take in what was his with a hungry gaze and I had never felt so vulnerable. I inhale deeply with an unsteady hiccup, readying my quivering body for the kind of pleasure I had never been accustomed to. Though, nothing could have prepared my nerves for the softest kiss he placed on my sex before parting his mouth further.
“Someone who will take his time with you,” he kisses me once more. Within mere seconds, the world ceased to exist as he ran his wet, hot tongue up and then down the inside of my folds.Pushing in deeper, then pulling out just enough to feel his steady, focused breath on my wet skin.
“Someone who will give you endless pleasure.” He sighs into another deep stroke of his gorgeous tongue.I had wondered up until this point what it would feel like to dance with ecstasy flowing through my blood, realising now that the sensation would leave a minuscule impression compared to this. I squirmed and moaned beneath his clutch, tears pooling in my eyes at the tenderness of his admissions.
“Someone who knows how perfect you are,” he licks and caresses my clit over and over. My most irrational problem in this moment was fighting the urge to throw my head back onto the pillow so I didn’t miss the sight of such a dominating masterpiece singing his praises between my legs. I raised my knees to rest on either side of his head, unsure whether it was to give him more of me, or ensure he wouldn’t dare stop, or pull away. Either way, the movement jolted something savage inside of him and he gripped tightly onto the edges of my hips, leaving a deep ache where his fingertips dig; and I secretly hoped that his grasp would leave bruises as a reminder of what belonged to him.
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he let out a deep, starving growl that vibrated through me as he lent into another electrifying push of his tongue. I moan loudly, unable to contain the aching that rumbled deeply through my body in the purest sense of pleasure. I reach down as he continued to lick me with an unbearable eagerness, running my fingers through his thick hair and holding onto the back of his head as an anchor to keep him shackled between my thighs forever.
“Please…” I manage to stutter out. Inhaling; exhaling. My breath shook uncontrollably while my mind attempted to keep up with the vibrations dancing through my veins. He was relentless in his movements, unstoppable in his mission to taste me over and over, until he was ready to stop.
“Please, don’t stop.” I quivered and shook beneath his hold.
My words forced a low, masculine groan to leave his throat, pulsating onto my clit and sending my nerves into a frenzy. As soon as I thought that nothing could possibly compare to this, he tilts his head up slightly, giving me full sight of where his tongue worked in a rhythmic symphony on my skin. We lock eyes and I’m looking into dusky, brown orbs staring at me in such a proprietary gaze, the result leaving that ever-tightening pull in my lower stomach to instantly send bursts of pulsating pleasure through every nerve-ending in my body.
My toes curled with the pull of the climax, my limbs stiffened and I lost all ability to comprehend anything other than dark eyes, a swift tongue and an orgasm so intense that my vision blurred and my lungs filled with a heavy ache.
Unable to take any more of his unmoving lust, I throw my head back onto the comfort of his pillows, trying to steady my irrepressible panting and squirming. A low hum sounded in my ears as I feel him slowly stalk back up to my chest.
“Someone who is completely, entirely in love with you,” he whispers and we kiss once more, a flame ignited as we twist and turn into each other, two souls finally indulging a love that has been there all along.
I’ll never forget the first time I met London. It was the first day of kindergarten, and she fell on the pavement in front of the school, dropping all of the craft supplies she had in her hands. She sat down on the pavement and started bawling, and I knew I had to help her. From the moment she smiled at me, I knew she was something special.
A lot had happened to the two of us over the years. I could never stop looking at her, wishing for her, but I never had the courage to ruin our friendship and make a move. When we were in high school, she started dating terrible boys, and it was all I could do to stop myself from decking them in the face. But I stayed silent.
I never really dated myself. It just didn’t make sense when my heart already belonged to London. She would drag me to clubs and try to get me to hook up with random girls, but I just couldn’t. It didn’t feel right.
So we graduated high school, and then college. I got an English degree—I’d always felt drawn to poetry—but that didn’t lend itself to the best job prospects. So I got a job at one of the bars in the large city that we lived in. I made decent tips, and it was fun most nights.
One night, I was walking home from my shift in the rain. It was late, around 3 am, so I was being cautious. I saw someone on my doorstep, getting wet in the pouring rain, and I almost yelled to threaten them to move.
But then I noticed the figure’s yellow raincoat and rainboots with daisies on them.
It was London.
My heart skipped a beat. “London?” I called, and began to jog towards her. As I got closer, I could see that she was shivering. I pulled her into a tight hug, wondering why she was here but still offering assurance. I knew I was her rock. I couldn’t waver.
“What are you doing out in the rain? You’re freezing!”
I quickly unlocked my door and brought her inside. I didn’t even notice that she was crying until I turned the lights on in my apartment. There was mascara stained down her face and her eyes were puffy. To most people, she probably looked like a mess. But mostly, her sadness just broke my heart. I wanted to put her back together again.
I knew exactly what to do. Although the soaking wet and cold was new, consoling London was not. It was my place, perhaps my ultimate duty in this world. That’s what I told myself when I started to wonder if my devotion to my female best friend was a little pathetic.
Wordlessly, I walked into the bathroom and ran her a hot shower. I left her fresh towels, the set I always keep for her in the linen closet in case she wants to stay over for a Buffy marathon or after a night of drinking. As she warms in the hot water, I tried not to think of her naked, tracing the contours of her body with my loofa. Chill out.
I tried to busy myself. Now that the cold and wet problem was done with, I needed to find something to take her mind off things. I poured her a glass of her favorite wine, my hand shaking. She came out of the bathroom, and I was shocked to see that she was still wearing a towel. We did a lot of things as friends, but nudity usually wasn’t one of them. I crossed my legs, willing myself not to harden as I looked at her.
She joined me on the couch and I stretched out my legs around hers, feeling so…loved. Maybe it wasn’t the way I’d always dreamed of, but I would take anything I could get from London. She laid her head on my chest before she started to blurt out everything that happened with the guy she was seeing.
Cliff Notes version: he was a jackass. They always were. It wasn’t London’s fault that all of these guys treated her poorly, but she certainly never chose someone who would treat her right. It was like she had bad instincts.
I knew everything to say that she needed to hear. I cursed, asked for more details, and told her I’d beat him up if he ever showed his face again.
I started to feel a pull in my stomach. I looked at her, already starting to perk up just from cuddling on the couch with me, and I wonder if this is the night. The night I tell her everything.
“You’re so much more than all of those losers, London,” I said, resting my head on hers. “I just wish there was a way I could make you feel the kind of love you deserve.”
Suddenly, I climbed up from under her, not exactly sure what I was doing. She made a sound to show her displeasure, but I knew this wasn’t the last time we’d be close tonight, no matter what happened.
I stood above her and just…stared. Her long legs peeking out from under the towel, her wet hair perfectly framing her face, her breasts moving subtly under the towel as she breathed. She wasn’t wearing makeup, but she had never needed it.
She looked up at me, warm confusion in her eyes. Maybe I was pausing too much, looking at her radiant body. She looked like she’s about to cry, and I didn’t want her to cry that night, not again.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered, and before I was sure about what I was doing, I placed a tentative kiss on her lips. I was shocked when her lips moved against mine immediately, and she pulled me closer. I was even more surprised when she parted her lips, asking for my tongue, and I happily obliged. I had dreamt about this so many times, I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t not asleep.
I needed all of her. My hands were shaking as I removed the towel from her petite frame. She still kissed me, and her hands traced over my stomach, running underneath my t-shirt. I shivered.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. If this was a mistake, it was the loveliest mistake that anyone had ever made. I hovered over her and stopped kissing her. It hurt to pull away, but I had other thoughts on my mind.
I started to nibble down her torso. I expected her to stop me, but all she did was let out little sounds, sounds of pleasure that I’d always been curious about. I teased and licked her skin before making my way to her thighs.
I looked up at her, a question, and I could see the lust in her eyes. When she didn’t say anything, I pulled down her lacy panties with a swift tug. I was glad to see that they were wet, and there was no way it was from the rain.
“This is the kind of love you deserve,” I whispered.
I brought her panties up to my nose and took one deep inhale, wanting to smell all of her juices. The smell of her arousal was more than I could bear, and when I looked up at her, she was biting her lip, showing me that she didn’t find it weird, that she enjoyed it.
“Someone who will ravish you,” I purred.
Then I softly kissed her sex, just a taste of what is to come. I wanted to be so tender, to show her that love didn’t always have to go along with pain.
“Someone who will take his time with you,” I told her, kissing her pussy again. I let my tongue escape my lips, running them over her wet folds, tasting her.
“Someone who will give you endless pleasure.” I then stroked her clit with my tongue, massaging it gently, wanting to make this process last as long as possible. She started to squirm and moan in my clutches, and I kept going, quickening my pace.
“Someone who knows how perfect you are,” I said before going back to business. I could feel her looking down at me, and I hoped she found it as erotic as I did. I looked up at her one more time to flash a dastardly grin, and I noticed tears running down her cheeks. For a second, I was worried that she was thinking about the other guy again, but then she smiled at me, just a small one, and I knew it was me, only me, only us.
She raised her knees to rest on either side of his head, exposing herself completely, wanting more. There was something about it that seemed so deeply carnal. It flipped a switch in me, and I knew that I couldn’t stop. I wanted to hear her come so badly it ached.
I tightly grabbed the edges of her hips, digging my fingertips into her skin, trying to keep her from floating away. I wondered whether it would leave bruises, but I suddenly didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and let out a deep growl I didn’t know I had within me.
I licked her again, my movements feverish, no clear pattern. She ran her fingers through my hair and grabbed the back of my head. For a moment, I wished she would put my face in it, make me work for it. But this was too tender, too right.
“Please…” she said, breathing heavily. I knew she was close. I kept my tongue going at full speed, making love to her sex, showing her the ultimate picture of trust and affection.
“Please, don’t stop,” she moaned, and she was shaking.
I groaned again, right against her clit, letting the vibration pulse through her. I wanted her to see what I was doing, to get a front row seat. I tilted my head up so she could see where my tongue touched her most sensitive skin. I locked onto her eyes, wanting to see her face as she lost all control. Her baby blue eyes were frantic, carnal, and she seemed ready to burst.
She let out a cry and began to buck her hips against my tongue. I coaxed her through her climax, never letting my tongue leave her clit, and it seemed like it was hours before she was still.
I moved back up her chest, wanting to hold her. She took me in and I moved close to her ear.
“Someone who is completely, entirely in love with you,” I whispered.
I kissed her again, this time after everything, after I told her how I felt. A flame ignited as we moved closer to each other. We were two souls, finally intertwined, just as it was always supposed to be.
