112Thoughts/daydreams are in italics
Ben opened his eyes to find her standing over him, her hips straddling his own. His first thought allowed him to place his hands on her hips and she smirked before licking her lips.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this." Ben whispered, leaning in and kissed her softly, finally allowing himself to feel her soft lips against his. His hands flew to her shirt but he felt nothing but skin. She was already naked! Perfect!
"You have no idea." She whispered back, forcing him even further into the mattress, kissing him so deeply and so passionately. Ben continued to caress her naked back before he felt her fiddling with his buckle on his pants.
"Don't you want to slow down a bit?" He asks, breaking the kiss to look into her deep brown eyes. "Aria?"
"Why would I want to do something like that?" Aria asked, nearly tearing his shirt off. "Why don't you wake up now?"
Ben Thomas woke up and knew that he just had a sex dream about his best friend. A best friend who he couldn't consider 'just a friend' anymore. He looked down to see the tent in his boxers and shook his head. He needed a cold shower, but his alarm clock told him that this was not possible this morning.
Aria Potter was the culprit here. She just had to be so damn beautiful and perfect and how could you blame Ben for falling in love with her? He laid back into his pillows, feeling the pressure of her hips again on his, pressing into his as she ground them and moaned.
He might not have time for a shower, but he had time to work this bad boy out. He dipped his hand into his boxers and felt his hot flesh in his hand. Ben's calloused hands didn't feel the same as Aria's soft ones, but it was better than nothing. His hand began to pump at a decent speed, but the ecstasy he felt clogged his ears.
Ben didn't notice the sound of heels clicking up his stairs, nor the banging on the door. The door opened and while Ben would like to think that his hand flew out of his boxers, they did not. His hand got caught on the waistband of the plaid boxers and in walks in Aria, completely unsuspecting.
She swore this sight blinded her, but the scene of a gorgeous baseball player masturbating is hardly the worst sight in the world.
"Dear God, my eyes!" Aria screeched, trying to run out of the room, but her heels getting caught on a pair of dirty jeans on the floor thwarted this plan, literally. She was close to the door and the door literally broke her fall, with Aria smashing her face on the door handle.
"Oh my God! Aria!" Ben yelled, jumping from his bed to go help her. It didn't make him feel good to know that the girl he loved literally ran at the sight of his dick. Was she a lesbian? Did he somehow ignore her attraction to women?
"Don't touch me! I don't know where that hand has been!" She said, with blood pouring from her nose like a faucet and staining her shirt.
Ben rolled his eyes and grabbed Aria to help her to her feet. She made a groaning sound and tipped her head back, the blood rushing down her throat.
"You owe me chocolate." Aria said, holding her nose as Ben ran back into his room to grab the tissues that were so conveniently placed on his nightstand. Ben came back with them in hand, while Aria raised her eyebrow at him. "Do I want to know where these were?"
"Well, I could just let you bleed all over yourself, if you prefer." Ben said with a smirk while Aria grabbed the tissues and brought them to her nose, slowly stopping the bleeding.
"The first time I see a dick and it has to be yours?" Aria said, finally stopping the bleeding as she continued to sit on the floor by Ben's bedroom while he dressed. This whole fiasco had deflated more than just his ego.
"You act like it's a bad thing. I'm just sorry I've ruined you for other men."
That hurt for him to say. There would be no other men in her life if he had his way. He saw in his mirror that Aria rolled her eyes, something that was truly her trademark.
"Hmm, well I barely saw anything so it must not be that impressive." Aria said coyly, before continuing. "Maybe you show allow me another look?"
Was she flirting? Did she want his junk?
"Nah, you would ruin me so bad that I'd have no other choice but to go lez." Aria continued, wiping her nose of the last remnant of blood. "You're lucky I didn't knock out any teeth."
Could his ego deflate any more?
Once Ben was dressed, he came back out in the hallway and tried not to grown at what Aria was wearing. Ever since she developed boobs, she had grown accustom to wearing low-cut tops to 'torture the men and receive more money for newspaper' as she called it.
This constantly made Ben sport a woody in the middle of school, which gave him quite the reputation with the ladies. It scored him constant points with everyone except the one girl he truly wanted.
The car ride had been less eventful, though Ben nearly lost it as he watched Aria dance to a song in the car. He wouldn't deny it-he was a boob man and ever since he found out that Aria was a perfect 36C, her boobs just looked so massive to him. With her dancing to the song, her boobs jiggled quite pleasantly and more than once, he almost crashed the car. If the last thing he saw was her boobs, it was hardly the worst thing.
Things only progressed when they finally arrived at school and he watched, in total slow-mo, as Aria got out of the car, her skirt dipped low and out popped her thong.
Ben nearly blew his load then.
Just what he needed. A perfect view of her thong and knowing her bra size, all he could see was his beloved Aria wearing nothing but a skimpy schoolgirl uniform and being naughty.
Ben was going to hell.
He loved Aria for more than just physical reasons, though this might seem like a lie. Aria was truly dedicated and had been for him more times than even his own parents.
Aria had come over to the driver's side as Ben got out and gave him a hug, standing on her tippy toes.
"You'll do great, today," She whispered, kissing his neck. "I know it; I believe in you."
Saying things like that while pressed up against him made Ben love Aria.
"I gotta go. Newspaper calls." Aria responded, kissing Ben's cheek again and gave him a bright smile before sashaying away.
Aria wasn't the typical teenage girl. She wasn't super-super skinny; she had perfect curves and knew about them. She accepted them and therefore showed off her assets. She wasn't pursued by most of the guys in the school because she kept to herself and she did not take bullshit from anyone. It was also because Ben had gone so far as to literally claim her - he had every intention of moving out of the friend zone and finally dating Aria.
Oh God, she looked so good walking away.
"Better put that away." A voice behind Ben said. Ben turned around to see his best friend, Matt O'Houle. He was all ready to go for today's game, wearing his jersey. He strode up to Ben and instead of a handshake or a hand-five, he punched him right in the balls. "Told you to put it away. Been looking at Aria, again? Perv." Matt said with a chuckle as he walked into school, where he was instantly flocked by girls.
Matt was never attached to one woman and didn't plan to be for a very long time. He was blessed with good looks and used them to his greatest advantage. Despite his womanizer ways, he was a great friend to Ben and was his confidante, besides Aria. There were some things that Ben just couldn't talk to Aria about, at least, not yet.
Containing himself, Ben walked into school and met up with Matt, who was lounging at his locker.
"Have I put a damper on things?" He said sarcastically as Ben punched him in the shoulder. "There's only so much of this I can take. Tell Aria you love her, then bone her, then get married, bone some more, and have lots of babies."
"If it were that easy, I would have already." Ben said, leaning against the lockers as he watched the girls walk by. They didn't walk like Aria and didn't talk like her, so he wasn't interested.
"You're practically already dating. She kisses your cheek, lets you practically wrap yourself around her while walking down the hallway...oh, and then she conveniently ignores your constant hard-on for her." Matt said as he ran a hand through his hair. "Speak of the devil. Oh hey there, sexy lady!" Matt said as he walked up to Aria, who was standing with her best friend, Deana Morton.
Ben couldn't quite understand why Deana and Aria were best friends. Deana was a slut, to say it quite nicely. She had sex indiscriminately and dressed like a harlot to boot. At least Aria did it tastefully. Her low-cut tops showed a clip of what was beneath, while Deana showed her whole movie for free.
"Bite me, Matt." Aria replied callously before walking up to Ben with a smile on her face. "How are you friends with that Neanderthal?" She asked.
"How are you friends with that leach?" Ben replied, instantly biting his tongue. Never insult a girl's best friend. No better way to get on her black list.
"Touche." She said, lacing her arm through his as she leaned against the lockers. Her dark hair fell in waves to her upper back and Ben had to restrain himself not to touch it or worst-smell it. Once he finally began to date Aria, he would bury his hands in it and smell it whenever he wanted to. Her hair smelt like watermelon; so mouthwatering.
"Not something to say about your best friend." Ben said, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together. He took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. Her hand was so warm and it reminded him of his dream before Aria pretty much broke her nose on his door handle. He hoped that her face wouldn't bruise much from it.
"You're my best friend." Aria said, rolling her head to look in him in the eyes. "No one gets me like you."
He wasn't sure how he should react to this, but she didn't put him totally in the friend zone. It was easier to move to boyfriend from best friend than just friend.
"We're just so natural together." Aria continued, resting her head on his shoulder. "What I would give to be back in bed right now."
Don't think naughty thoughts.
"Things with the newspaper not going well?" Ben asked, resting his head on top of Aria's.
"It never goes well when budgeting is involved."
Aria was the editor of the newspaper, an organization she started herself sophomore year. The school administration gave her bare funding because it wasn't a sports team, so they weren't interested. Ben got a new uniform every year for baseball, but Aria was lucky if she got enough money for an edition once a month.
"Aria! There's a new boy!" Deana squealed as she untangled herself from Matt, who was trying to hook up with her, yet again. "Paul Dante. Such a sexy name."
Ben raised an eyebrow.
"Come on!" Deana said as she grabbed Aria's free arm and dragged her away.
"I'll see you guys at lunch!" Aria yelled over her shoulder as she walked away and Ben swallowed. Her legs looked so long in that skirt.
Ben realized that his life was a Taylor Swift song at that point. He knew he had to kick it into high gear if he wanted to make something of his friendship with Aria.
"Do I see the wheels turning?" Matt asked.
"I believe you do." Ben replied as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the new day.
"He is so gorge!" Deana said at lunch later that day. Ben was at the point of killing her by that point. All Deana could talk about was the elusive Paul Dante, whom Ben had yet to see.
Aria didn't say much at lunch, just sat there playing with her chicken sandwich. She hadn't made much a move to be affectionate towards him, but Ben dismissed it as stress. He wished he could comfort her properly, but the friendship dictated to him that he wasn't quite there yet.
"You alright?" Ben asked and Aria jumped so high that it was like Ben just shot off a gun.
"Fine." Aria said when she collected herself and looked down at her food. "Don't feel like eating much today." She said as she passed the sandwich to Ben. "You need all the strength you can get."
"You're more nervous about the game than I am." Ben said as he bit into the sandwich. "I'm not nervous."
"I call bullshit." Aria said, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "You'll be great and I'll be in the stands, watching."
"Better be." Ben said, leaning his forehead against hers. All he wanted was one kiss and it just might be enough to quench his thirst. It was a lie, but if he allowed to believe it, it might make it true.
"I gotta go. Test next period that I want to finish studying for." She said, patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the lunch room. Ben sighed. He was back in the friend zone.
He sat there, looking like an idiot while Matt shook his head and Deana continued to have a blank stare on her face. Matt slid a few seats over to sit across from Matt and sighed.
"Well, that wasn't the epic kiss I saw coming." Ben replied, taking another bite of the sandwich before he put it down, too full to eat anymore.
"No argument from this corner. I'm ready to tell her for you." Matt said, grabbing the sandwich and finished it for Ben.
"She wouldn't believe you." Ben said with a smirk, while Matt nodded.
"True. Might make her think though. Sex with best friends has to be the best. Already know each other, the passion is there; sounds alright to me."
"Trying to tell me something, Matt?" Ben said, smacking his head on his forehead. "How did I not see this coming? Of course the womanizer is gay!"
"Funny, funny. Real hilarious." Matt said sarcastically, though he became serious again fast. "A girl like Aria is a commodity; a smokin hot girl with her cherry still in fact who a guy can have a normal conversation with. Hell, even if her cherry wasn't in tact, she has that innocent look about her that makes you think she's super sweet, but she'd really blow you in the hallway before class."
"Real classy."
"I'm just saying that you have to kick this shit into gear or some guy is going to come and swipe her up. She won't be waiting for long." Matt said cryptically. "Not to psyche you out, but even I would consider going straight for that girl."
"Wow, she'd turn you straight? Like wanting girls? Miracle worker." Ben said sarcastically, earning a smack from Matt.
"Don't mock your catcher. Might just lose some balls."
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