Just Friends??

Randal wakes up, groggy and feeling like dragged down a dirt road, in a sack of hammers. He dares not open his eyes, for he knows he is not waking in his own bed. It's been a few years since he woke up like this, and has regretted it every time. A fact his friends remind of every time they go to the bar, which has been less often, he thinks to himself. He tries to find some way to find out what time it is, but first he must get over the largest obstacle right now, prying his eyes open. He cracks an eye, and sees it's still dark, hasn't made any movements yet, but can feel the presence of someone behind him, as he lays there. He remembers his watch, on his left hand, and slowly brings from beneath his head to his face. It hit's the button to make it glow. "5:43 a.m." the green glow tells him, as if it was alive and taking to him. He sighs, and figures he can escape out before whoever wakes up.

"Maybe I will get lucky and she won't wake up?" He thinks, knowing he got lucky. He recalls his recent ex-girlfriend, that he lovingly refers to as the "psycho cheating bitch whore slut" and her new boyfriend coming to his birthday party, being held at his best friend, Veronica's house. He thinks back to how he first met Veronica, and not his recent ex-girlfriend, cause he doesn't want to deal with her shit anymore. He thinks back to when he and his buddies produced funny review "shows" for the internet. When he first started with his other friends, Ron, Kyle, and Will.

While it was fun it sucked, production was severally low quality, in all respects. Not many hits on the old You-Tube. Then Randal showed his videos off to Dean, who was at the time working as a satellite installer and wanted to do something else. Dean, saw potential in the videos, and suggested they work together. So, they threw what little money they had and with the other's helping re-shot those first few videos. A few days after they posted their last re-shot video, a internet production company famous for all internet reviews, offered them contract. They jumped at the chance, but Randal was the only one who could actually devote more time to than the others so he took charge. Of being the head writer, producer, and star. Occasionally, the others would show up in some capacity, but it boiled down to Dean and Randal. So, after a year they had their ratings up and Randal decided to do a contest of sorts to add another member to their production team. The entry rules were simple, a resume, with a video resume, showcasing production, writing, and editing talents. Veronica won out by a landslide, because she was one of two people it seemed that didn't just slap together something and hoped it would work. You could see she took her time with what she created. And it didn't hurt she lived really close.

Randal and Veronica became fast friends, and Will tried to date her, which lasted a few weeks before he came to Randal and said he was done working with them. No other explanation as to why, even after Randal called him a few days later, Will told him just to leave him alone. One night, while editing, Veronica told Randal, that she was a lesbian. Randal wasn't shocked and told her he knew, and wasn't going to say anything, not knowing if she had come out about it or not. Veronica was upset at first figuring Randal had spied on her in some way, but truth be known, it was Veronica's friend Michelle that had told him, at a party they had when Veronica became part of the crew. She kissed his forehead and thanked him, she was really relived to find he wasn't a stalker. She then asked why he didn't tell Will about her being a lesbian. He told her that he thought she told him. She said I did, after a few dates. He asked her why date a man, if you aren't attracted to them? She said she found men fascinating and wanted to try something different. It just didn't work for her to date Will, she told him.

Over the course of the next year, Randal's girlfriend, Betty, accused him of sleeping with Veronica, and her girlfriend, Clara, and their friend Michelle, for not being there when she needed him, and anything else under the sun she could, so Randal left her. The day he broke up with her, Randal found Betty in bed with Will, they had been seeing each other behind Randal's back for the past eight months. Veronica was in a car accident and Randal dropped everything to be there for her, he kept his girlfriend informed, in fact Veronica's own family didn't show up at all, and her girlfriend showed up the day after the accident. He didn't hold it against anyone, but Veronica seemed to, and he told her it wasn't good for that, everyone cares for her. After his break up, Randal moved in with Veronica after she offered. Many other things had happened to everyone else as well, Veronica's grandmother died, leaving her a house and a nice inheritance. The money she used to fix up the house into 3 individual two bed room apartments, and redone the basement into a spacious four bedroom, two full bath, place. Which she turned one of the bedrooms into a production studio and gave everyone in the crew keys to her place, since now she had a source of income, from the apartment renting, she quit the job Randal had gotten her working with his girlfriend, since she didn't need to see that cheating slut anymore than Randal did. Dean, moved into one of the apartments, because it just made sense to him, and took him self down to part time status at his work. Ron's band started take on more gigs, so he was rare to show up to pitch in. Kyle work schedule allowed him to help out as much as he could, more than anyone else. It was more or less the four of them. Randal liked it like that.

Now, there's this. That was a year ago, Veronica had broken up with her girlfriend, and started dating Michelle on and off, buy that, Randal picked up that they were fuck buddies. He was right, so he figured Michelle was bi-sexual, so he was figuring it was his room he was waking up in, and she was who he got with. The night was great, it was his 29th birthday party, and his ex-girlfriend shows up with Will, they had gotten married a few months back. Randal guessed they crashed, just to show up Randal, but it only made them look like assholes. Randal asked who invited them, and they pointed out Will's cousin Ted, who wasn't even there and was one of Kyle's best friends. So, after was figured out, he asked them to leave, and when they refused, the cops were called. Then, after a few hours a different pair of officers showed up, saying that they got a call about a noise complaint. The thing was, Veronica's grandmother's house was just on the other side of the city limits, by a few miles. There was only a handful of houses near them, and far enough that Randal was sure they couldn't hear the noise and he was right. The officer agreed with him, told him it was a warning and to keep it down.

"I have to deal with this now." He thought to himself. "I should just turn over and wait for her to wake up, and tell her how ungodly sorry I am for all of this." He closed his eyes, and tried to will himself to sleep, figuring he would have to wait for her to wake up for a few more hours. Now, he knew he was naked, but it finally dawned on him, that he in fact was naked under the blankets. "Come on, fall asleep." He told himself in his head. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!... One fuck. Two fuck. " He scolded himself and started to count. He didn't want to ruin any friendships he had with the girls. He feels this might have crossed a line. He dozed off finally, and woke when the sun came creeping through the blinds. "I don't have blinds." He thought. He looked around the room from his side of the bed. "FUCK! Are you serious, Randal!" He yelled at himself, as to mentally punch himself in the balls. "Of all the women you could have woken up next to, why does it have to be her. Your best friend, you fucked her, and worst of all you don't remember it. Good news, ME, I fucked a lesbian! What is wrong with me? Why, can't I remember?" He made sure each word carried some weight in his brain. Hoping to kill those brain cells that put him in the state of mind that made him thought this was a good idea. He could feel her stirring behind him. "I have to get out of here." He thought to himself. She moved and he felt her hand on his ass, and it tickled it for a moment feeling the hair on his butt, and the hand quickly retracted it's touch.

She shot up, "What the fuck?" This action made Randal freeze like a deer in the head lights.

She quietly yelled. "Dave, I swear to god, if that is you lying there, I am going to cut your dick off with a dull spoon."

She sounded serious, as she shoved him. He knew Dave, one of his friends, had been hitting on Veronica since the day he met her.

"Come on, Dave get your ass up and out of my house." She got louder, and punched Randal's back as if to end the sentence with a punch instead of a period. It hurt.

"OW!!" Randal said, as he slowly rose.

"Oh my god! Ran?" She said, using a short version of his name that she came up with. She felt sorry, for a second and then it stuck her.

"Hi, V." He replied, using the nickname he gave her. Now seeing her face going from somewhat relived to, all out pissed, in sixty seconds.

"You plan this?" She asked quietly, staring at his face, waiting to study his answer.

"No." He shot back, hanging his head as not to meet her gaze. She always had the prettiest crystal blue eyes, he thought, but now he feels ashamed that he is looking at her with what he always considered her best feature.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you Ran?" She asked realizing that he may actually feel really bad.

"Never, Veronica. Now, before you ask me any more questions can I just go?" He shot out quickly wanting to end this whole situation.

"No, wait a second here, I want to know why we are in this bed and why I can feel... YOU running out of me." She didn't like talking like this to him, her best friend, she too just wanted it over with, but she had questions.

"You seriously want me to explain that? Didn't your parents tell you about the birds and bees?" He said, with a sly grin.

"Yes. Wait..." She started to say something, and then chuckled a bit. He just chuckled with her, as he looked at her.

"Not funny." She told him and punched him in the arm lightly. This started a long semi-comfortable silence between them.

"V, I am not sure what happened. The last thing I remember was being drunk and taking the drink Dave offered me. He must have been making them really strong, I think we would be lucky if there was any alcohol left in our house, after last night." He said plainly, hoping to ease the tension.

"Why do you think Dave used it all in the drinks? He used to be a bartender or something, right? You would think he wouldn't make them so strong as to give his friends alcohol poisoning." She laughed, knowing that she herself is a light weight when it comes to drinking.

"No, I mean, I think he might have stolen some when he left last night or this morning. Oh my god, I hope he didn't use my room to fuck that date of his. I swear I'm...sorry." He said hoping to tell a joke, but realized at the end, Veronica looking down at her bed, where her feet should be. He reached a hand to her back. He started to rub it up and down, her back lightly. She pulled away, not because she didn't like it, but because of the situation. She wanted to get over with.

"So, what do we do, Randal?" She asked breaking the silence once more and building tension again.

"I don't know, V. What do you think we should do?" He asked, not knowing what to do or say to her at this point.

"I don't know, Randal, but this changes everything." She said, tears forming in her eyes, filling like swimming pools, getting ready for a kid to cannonball in. He scooted closer to her and put his arms around her, to comfort her.

"What the fuck, Randal!" She pushed him off. "I am not going to have sex with you again." She finished. He fought her and managed a hug.

"I am not trying to have sex with you, I'm just hugging you. I am still your friend, V. No matter what has happened here, I am still someone who cares about you." He told her, staring into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Randal, I just thought. I'm sorry." She stared at him back, trading piercing gaze for piercing gaze. She always thought he had the nicest gray eyes, and he had a nice chin, she always thought his chin was his best feature. She gave in and hugged back and continued to cry they shifted positions so they were facing each other, and she kept sobbing. He let her cry, and she couldn't remember the last time she cried so hard. The first thought going through her mind is that she was going to lose her best friend at the end of this.

"Listen, V. I have to tell you something." He said as he used his finger to lift her face to meet his, and continued. "I love you, and I am so sorry this had happened. I should go and we can sort this out later. Ok?"

"Randal, I just. I just." She stuttered. She only does that when she is really nervous, he thought to himself. He let her finish her sentence.

"I just don't want to lose you, you know, cause, you know. You know. I love you, too." She said, taking a breath. Without warning and much to her surprise she kissed him. Hard, deep, and tongue exploring her mouth passionately. He responded in like kind. She let her self feel the emotions that were coming from him and pour into her and return them with as much force as they were given. The made out for what seemed like an eternity, before she shifted around, he moved with her, unsure of what she was trying to do, but they seemed both determined not to break the kiss. She straddled his lap and before she sat down on his lap she reached for his now hard cock, and guided into herself. He broke the kiss and looked at her.

She looked back, seeing the look of confusion in his eyes and bring her lips to his, igniting the fire of their passion again. She slowly took him in to her wet pussy, she was surprised how this kiss got her dripping wet, and she wanted him to feel it. Once he was fully planted inside of her, she broke the kiss and pushed him flat on his back.

"What are we doing, V?" He asked exasperated and confused.

"Making love, sweetie. Didn't your parents teach you about the birds and the bees?" She smiled back. He chuckled.

She rode him slowly and leaned down to bring her mouth to his, and they kissed as she rode him. She broke the kiss, once again to nibble at his ear, and couldn't resist what she was about to tell him.

"I have a toy about your size, by the way." She whispered seductively into his ear.

"I am not saying I don't enjoy this, V, but aren't you a lesbian? You aren't supposed to like guys right? I mean I am not saying you can't like guys. It's your choice, I guess. I don't know what to say in a situation like this, V" He said rapid fire as fast as he could, not sure if she understood, but he wanted her to.

"You want to know what to say in a situation like this, Randal? How about, I love you." She whispered, putting her finger to his lips to shut him up. He's cute, she thought but he sure can talk. Why do I think he's cute again, she thought to herself questioning.

"Veronica Marie Poole, I love you, and always have from the moment I met you." He said to her, on a down thrust. If I love her, he thought why not be honest about it. She was surprised by his stamina, she hadn't had sex with a man since high school, and she knew he couldn't last much longer. His words, pierced her thoughts, after they motored though her ears on their way to her brain.

"Randal James Sharp, I love you, too. From the moment I met you, as well." She decided no longer to put to much thought in to what she was thinking and just go with the flow. Sensing the moment was right, Randal brought her back down for a kiss and held her tightly, as he rolled them over, so he was not on top.

He continued to kiss as he pulled out and thrust back into her, and started kissing down her neck and down her chest. Trailing down to her 36 B breasts, and finding a nipple to lick and suck. She started to moan, and once again, allowed herself to enjoy it. It's not that she'd never experienced sex with a man, it's the fact she didn't feel the way she felt about that guy, as she does right now with Randal. After he gave her breasts the attention he thought they wanted, he kissed back up her neck to her ears.

"You have a terrific set of tits, V." He whispered into her ear with a sly chuckle.

"Thank you, glad you approve." She moaned, with a smile.

He pulled just far enough out, that just the tip of his cock was still inside her, and would slam it back in. She moaned louder, enjoying the sensations of their love making. He kept this up several times before easing back into the rhythm that had established at first. She was beginning to sweat as was he. She grabbed his head and guided him in for a kiss. He changed his angle of thrust and she moaned with pleasant surprise. This caused him speed up his pace, and she started to feel that familiar pressure of an approaching orgasm, which she longed for. He must have sensed it too, and went in for a kiss. She started to scream gently into his mouth and he moaned into hers. Their powerful orgasms lasted a few minutes before their bodies clamed down. Randal eased himself off of Veronica and she smiled at him, as he laid down next her she put her arms around him and pulled him close.

"What about protection, V?" He asked, enjoying the embrace.

"You have already cum in me once, what's a few more times?" She answered.

"A few more?" He asked.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I am on the pill, it helps keep my periods on a schedule." She lied.

"V, You are lying to me, you aren't on the pill." He told her.

"You are right. I'm going to go get myself on the pill, as soon as possible." She told him, like she was placing her order at McDonald's.

"You sure, V?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am sure. I want to be with you, Randal, part of me always wanted to be." She told him nuzzling in to his neck.

"As, long as it's what you want." He told her and kissed her forehead.

"It is. What I want now is to taste you." She smiled and broke the embrace as she lowered herself down his body. All he could do is moan.