Brandon

I have no idea what I'm doing or what is really going on. I'm totally blown away, and it feels fucking amazing, and at the same time, I am scared shitless. This is my best friend, and she just told me she loves me. My kid friend, the one who wore pinafores, pigtails, braces the whole nine yards. Only now she's not that kid anymore.

Lizzie is crazy beautiful; her body is so fit it takes my breath away, and all these emotions I've had under lock and key are surfacing like a Tsunami. I can't catch my breath; my chest is beating so fast that I feel it's going to explode. We went as friends and we're leaving prom having declared how we feel for each other.

This is mind-blowing shit. Do you get that? We're not even staying for the announcement of who will be crowned tonight. I have my hand on the bottom of her back above her ass; to be honest, with any other girl, my hand would already be trailing down her ass. With Lizzie, I'm almost too scared to touch her. That's right, me fucking Brandon, hot football stud, guy-whore is frightened to touch her.

"You okay?" she asks and looks up at me. I bend my head down since Lizzie is only five-five to my six feet and press a kiss to her forehead. She smells heavenly.

"Sure. Do you want to stay for the crowning?" I ask, worried she might miss the best part of prom.

"Nah, I'd rather be alone with you." She winks. Fuck me, did my Lizzie-baby just wink seductively at me? Where the fuck has she learned all this woman stuff? I've never seen her other than being a bookworm, studying, reading and buried in nothing but her books. This woman standing by my side, in a red siren dress so tight it looks like it's made for her delicious body, her hair all perfect and damn hot red lips, is not the same girl I know. Is she scaring me? Absofuckinglutely, too right she is. I've never felt this nervous with any girl, not ever.

I am confident in the sack; I know what I want, I know what I need, and I take it. The girls don't care; I always leave them more than satisfied. It's not my thing to be selfish when I'm having sex with a girl. It's not just about me; it's about them too.

Lizzie is different. She's special and requires special treatment. I feel her warm palm on mine on her lower back; she slides my hand down. Fuck me, my dick is so hard. This girl is going to make me come in my pants like a young teenager. Holy shit.

The Uber pulls up; I go to the driver's side. "Brandon?"

"That's the one. Hop in, kids," he tells me with an Irish accent. Kids. That makes us sound like we're eleven again. I guess to him, though, we probably are. I mean, he looks to be around his late forties, judging by the creases on his face.

I hold the door open for Lizzie, and she easily keeps her legs to the side as she seats herself in the back, then places her feet in the footwell. I close the door and head to the other side.

"Did you have a good night at the prom?" Uber man asks. I am loving his accent; my family, as you know, are from Ireland, and my uncles and aunts come to visit frequently. They have heavy accents and I love to take the mickey out of them for fun.

"It was perfect." Lizzie's breath is soft and gentle; just hearing it is like a caress to my cheek. Damn, my palms are sweating. I am definitely acting like a younger version of myself, not the seasoned fucking machine that I am.

Her hand rests in mine on my leg. She gently rubs, twirling her thumb around my finger, then in my palm. "I can't believe this. I feel like I'm dreaming." She whispers in my ear. It tickles me, and I can smell the punch on her breath mixed with peppermint.

"Me neither, we've been besties forever, Lizzie and now, well, now we're going to be dating."

"Dating. That sounds awesome, Brandon. I can't tell you it's been twisting me in knots watching you with other girls for the last couple of years."

I cough because I never thought about how she'd feel every time I told her I was going out to see someone. It never ever crossed my mind that my bestie had a crush on me. Not just any crush but a serious, mind-blowing, I love you kinda crush. My heart is beating so fast; just the thought of holding her in my arms again, feeling those luscious lips on mine and exploring her with my tongue is giving me a slight rise in my pants.

"You're leaving early, not staying for the crowning then?" Uber driver says as he glances at me in his rearview mirror.

"I need to get back; I think, in any case, our friends are going to win it." Lizzie offers, still circling my palm with her thumb. It's driving me nuts; I keep getting shots of electricity passing up through my arm. I am dying to hitch that fucking dress up to her hips, open her legs and move her panties to the side as I slide a finger inside her. My dick twitches; it's starting to get painful in my tight pants. Damn it. I need to fuck her only I know I can't. Not tonight not with her folks being home.

"That's nice. Okay, you two lovebirds, we'll be at your destination in ten minutes." Great, because I cannot wait to slide my tongue in her mouth and my finger in her wet pussy. I bet her clit is swollen for me already.

"Are you wet for me, Lizzie-Baby?" I whisper in her ear so Uber man cannot hear us. He's not stupid; he's probably seen and heard it all before. I bet he's had folks getting off in his cab. Although with his burly body, I'm pretty sure he'd have put a stop to it. What we should have done was take a limousine so we could explore each other in the back. The thought of her lying stretched out in the back of our limo makes me go rock-hard. I groan.

Lizzie takes her left hand and places it on my crotch. Fuck me, I almost jump out of my own damn skin; it's like electricity and fire at the same time. I swear to frickin' god, I am going to come in my pants. I need to hold myself together.

"I'm so wet for you, Brandon; you have no idea. I can't wait for you to get me on my bed." I groan, mindful not to be loud. Damn, if she isn't driving me insane right now. The only saving grace is that I know Lizzie would never embarrass herself in front of anyone, and for a while I'm safe, at least whilst we're in the Uber. I'm cussing myself, however, for not organizing the limo for us. What a ditz.