MORE THAN FRIENDS

chapter One

MORE THAN FRIENDS

(Erotic and Romantic story Drama)

CHAPTER ONE

PROLOGUE

The person who knows all of my secrets is you, my friend. Now, I want to share one more secret with you: I love you.

When we became friends, I didn't realize when your presence became so important to me. It was the best feeling when my heart told me that you're the angel I had been searching for, and you were right next to me...

My name is Peter Wright. This quote wasn't exactly written by me; they are words from various authors that I’ve merged into one. What I'm about to share is the story of my love life and how it turned out in the end. I can't yet tell you who my soulmate is... you’ll just have to wait and find out.

Love is a beautiful thing, yet it can also be a curse. But when you find the right person to love, everything falls into place. No relationship is perfect—there are always disagreements between the couple. But only those with patience and tolerance make it work. Love doesn't require a reason; it's simply love for the sake of love. It must be built on trust, connection, tolerance, and understanding. Without these, love cannot thrive, and it will never last.

Some say money can buy love. Yes, it can buy fake love, but not true love. Once the money is gone, so is the love, and that’s when the trouble begins.

So, here’s the story of my journey through the bumpy road of love and how I eventually reached my destination…

PETER'S POINT OF VIEW

WOOOO! WOOOOO! YEAAAHH! LET'S PARTY

That is the sound of my childhood best friend, Angelina celebrating after we had successfully passed out final year first semester exams ... Angelina and I have known each other since we were 5 years old.. We're both of the same age but I'm a two months older than her but when it comes to heights, she passes me slightly a little bit..

In the year 2000, my parents moved from Kaduna to Abuja to start afresh, Actually my father had gotten a well paid job there, so that's why we moved, When we arrived at our new home in Kubwa, that was the day I first met Angelina..

She was outside when we were parking our things, and when she saw me, she smiled and raised at hand at me.. Well you know how we boys are in that childish age, I didn't reply instead I gave her a mean face and ignored her... Angelina however didn't bother instead she began to find my trouble and pressurize me... The worst part was her house was next to ours, and that gave her a lot of opportunity to get on my nerve and as if that wasn't enough... My Parents are the kind of people who like to socialize with people and keep in good terms with them and so when they got acquainted with Angelina's parents, They came family friends...

Every day, Angelina would drop by at our house and disturb my peace, she was an energetic girl and a lively one.. She loves to have fun non stop and she was strong. My parents loved having Angelina around but I don't.. I just didn't like anything to do with girls..

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As I became used to the neighborhood, I decided to go out and hang out with the kids in the area, but they were bullies and mean. The one person who was good to me was Angelina. I later realized that she was always alone and had no friends to play with because she was being bullied for how wild she acted. Some called her a tomboy, some called her crazy, others called her a man in a girl’s body. They called her a lot of names, but she couldn’t help it—she was just being herself. It was then I realized why she was bothering me; she wanted me to be her friend, and I was the only one who didn’t insult her. I felt sorry for her, and we soon became friends.

As our friendship grew, we became closer and closer, and our parents loved it. Angelina wasn’t so bad, either. In fact, she was the coolest girl I’d ever met. We did almost everything together: we ate together, played together, bathed together—hell, almost everything. We were inseparable. But there were times when we fought with each other, but it wouldn’t be long before we made up.

Seeing how close we were, our parents decided to enroll us in the same school. We were in the same class, and even sat in the same seat. After school, we would come home together and do our homework together. Whenever one of us was sick, the other would pretend to be sick as well, just so we wouldn’t have to go to school without each other. Everyone soon noticed our relationship and called us the Dynamic Duo. But what surprised them was our difference.

I was the quiet shy type.. An introvert.. The only people I open up too were my parents and of course Angelina, I can't express myself very well to people because I'm always nervous and unsure of myself.. And when it comes to personal tastes.. It's also different as well, I love old American music, of any kind.. Pop, hip hop, western etc, I love reading old novels as well and I love watching cartoons and American movies. Also playing games 🎮 is also among my favorite things and I hate football. Wrestling is more entertaining for me than watching that drag of a game, where people run about like antelope chasing a circle shaped object.. Honestly.. It's a waste of time.

Angelina however is a complete opposite of me.. She loves naija music to the core as if she was born with it.. She also like American music but the hip hop part.. She loves watching these dull Korean love movies and Naija movies.. And she's a very social person, she's confident and blends in crowds so well, and when it comes to entertainment, she loves football ⚽ and her favorite teams are Madrid and Barcelona.. She loves both teams and has a hard time trying to choose which one is the best..

People often wonder despite our differences yet we still were best friends but the secret to our friendship is that we tolerate one another, and we know each other so well, even our secrets, the only thing we have in common is the food we eat....We each spend time in each other's rooms, I would go to her bedroom and she would come to mine.. Our parents never minded about it we began to reach puberty.. That was when they stopped us visiting each others room fearing the unexpected but they still encouraged us to hang out with one another..

Almost all of our childhood and teenage years, we were still together but like all things, Our closeness began to break apart slowly.. But that's life.

In the year 2011,when we first entered the university, We both began to drift apart... We were offering the same course which is Theater Arts but university life tends to make one want to expand their horizons..

Angelina who is now a campus students started hanging around other students, those who are like her, She was soon known as the hottest chick on campus.. Over the years, Angelina had grew into a stunning young lady, She was hot and damn attractive, her fair smooth skin gave her a much more advantage making her so irresistible to guys.. I on the other hand was attracted to her as well but my crush on Angelina wasn't a recent thing.. I've been crushing on her ever since we were kids but I couldn't tell her, or let's just say I was too nervous to express my feelings to her..

Campus life was well for Angelina but for me, it wasn't... I wasn't that popular like Angelina and but when to comes to academic issues, I was the boss, but despite that the girls in campus don't go for the brains, instead they go for brawns and riches.. I only had a few friends to talk with... But despite all this Angelina and I were still best buddies only that we don't do things like the way we used to do before...During the first year of our university level we would go home together but now, we each went home separately.. The only time I get to spend time with Angelina was when she wanted me to help her with an assignment which I did..

The main reason why we were still best buddies was because of our loyalty to one another.. Unlike most hot babes in campus who ignore their friends , Angelina never did that she was never ashamed to show that I was her one true friend, she would sometimes hang around with me despite her friends telling her to ditch me because of that I loved her even more .. People were surprised that I and Angelina were best friends.. Some even said we were related... Even her boyfriends were jealous that they weren't getting the attention I was getting from Angelina..

As the years went by, Angelina and I started to become a little distant to one another.. Now that we were in our final, She was now becoming unserious and she was hanging around with a bad bunch, she doesn't smoke or take hard substances like they do but they go to night clubs and parties.. Her dressing too was starting to change.. She was wearing tight sexy clothes which was enough to drive a guy senseless with lust.. I concluded that she must have lost her virginity a long time ago cause of the way guys were bombarding her and I hated that... It makes me so mad with jealousy to see the way stupid guys were messing with her.. I wanted to tell her parents but that would be invading her privacy.. So I allowed her to be.. But despite that we were still friends.

Every night in my bedroom, I would think about Angelina, I was so obsessed about the girl and she wasn't making it easy for me.. There was time she came to my house when our parents had went out to church, She had wore a loose half singlet with no bra and her well rounded bre*sts were showing, not to mention the short black tight bum short she wore, I was sitting on the couch when she dropped into the house.

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Angelina ➡ Hey! Peter.. What's up?

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Peter ➡ Fine.. What brings you here?

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Angelina ➡ My assignment is due tomorrow.. Have you done yours?

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Peter ➡ Yes..

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Angelina ➡ Please can you help do the assignment? I'm busy with house work.

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Peter ➡ House work? It's been a week since they gave us this assignment, what were you doing?

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Angelina ➡ You know now, the usual.. Please Peter.. Pretty please.. Huh?

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Angelina came to me giving me a hug, her soft tit pressed against my shoulders.. My d**k kicked immediately and so I pushed her off before anything weird happens.

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Peter ➡ Okay, okay,.. I'll do it.. Sheesh.. And please put a bra on next time..

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Angelina ➡ Oh.. It's nothing.. Besides there's heat.

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Peter ➡ I know but you should in case you know our parents came in and saw us like this.

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Angelina ➡ Relax peter.. Nothing will happen.. Besides.. It's not like we've not seen each other naked before.. Do you remember when we used to bath together.. I would always tickle your..

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Peter ➡ Woah! Don't go there.. Please stop.. Now go put on a bra.

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Angelina ➡ Relax peter.. Look at how nervous you are? If you like I could show you twin milk jugs

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Peter ➡ No. Don't even think about.... JESUS!

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As I was talking to her, she raised her singlet and shook her boobs at my face.. I felt so hard seeing her lovely melons, I had to say, she sure has a great investment. I pulled down her singlet, grabbed her hands and sent her out of the house... Angelina laughed at my expense and went back to her room.. But that didn't stop there..

Our bedroom windows faced each other, and whenever she notices I'm around or looking through the window.. She'll be doing some kind of sexy poses as if she was exercising.. Even when she comes out of the toilet after her bath, she would intentionally drop the toilet revealing her sexy curvy figure.. Because of that, every night I would masturbate thinking about her body and what I would do to her if I got a chance to sleep with her.

My friends at campus who knew about my interest in Angelina suggested that I make a move and tell her about my feelings while the others suggested I maintain my friendship status with her.

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Kevin ➡ Bro... Let me tell you something. If I were you, I would tell her how I feel. I can’t believe you still haven’t expressed your feelings.

Michael ➡ Don’t listen to Kevin. You know how Nigerian girls are. Once you tell them "I love you," that’s when the problems start. That’s when they start making calculations. That’s why I prefer white women. If a man tells them "I love you," they either say no or think about it, but at least they give you a clear answer. But Nigerian girls will waste your time and play with your emotions. My friend, just stay in the friend zone and maintain your dignity and respect.

Kevin ➡ No, not all Nigerian girls are like that. Only the crazy or illiterate ones act that way. Just look at how Angelina is giving you her attention. No “slay queen” would do that. In fact, no guy on this campus is as lucky as you. Since you’re her friend, she’ll understand, and she won’t resent you if she tells you “No.”

Michael ➡ See, Kevin is talking about the days when there were sensible women. Women of this generation don’t have sense. They are blinded by greed and ambition. It’s only a matter of time before Angelina shows her true feminine side. My friend, just stay in the friend zone.

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I couldn’t decide which advice to take, so I decided to keep my feelings to myself.

Finally, we reached our final year, and we successfully wrote our first semester exams. Most of us passed. That night, we had a wild party, and this is where the story begins. As I said, here was Angelina shouting and celebrating with some of her friends. They splashed beer 🍺 everywhere, making loud noises.

The party was fun, and everyone had a good time—except me. I stood away from the crowd, watching them act like ruffians. As I said, I’m a nervous guy, and that’s why I prefer blending into the background. My friends were having a good time dancing to the music. The only thing I enjoyed was the drink I had in my hand.

Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab me from behind. I turned around and saw it was Angelina.

Angelina ➡ Peter.. Where do you think you're going? Aren't you having fun?

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Peter ➡ No.. I'm just feeling tired that's all...

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Angelina ➡ (laughs) Bullshit! Come on.. Come let's dance..

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Peter ➡ Seriously Angelina, I'm tired..

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Angelina ➡ I don't care.. I'm not dancing with out my best friend... Come on.

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Angelina pulled me to the dance floor and began dancing around me.. Another thing that's made her popular is her crazy dancing skills, Man.. The girl can dance like hell... Her speciality was the way she shakes her waist and her bubble sexy a**, she knows how to twerk like crazy, no girl in school has an a** or twerk like the way she does.. In fact she once won a dancing competition we held between other campus students... We sent them home crying and defeated.. Some of the students uploaded her crazy dancing and twerking on the internet.. And it was a hit.. 500 thousands streaming into her video every hour.. Our university soon became famous nationwide.

As we danced amidst the crowd, Angelina began to throw herself at me shaking her captivating a** on my d*ck... The students noticed what was going on and began to give us some space... Angelina did the whole dancing all I did was standing unable to do anything.

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Male student ➡ Look at this guy... You're not a man. Handle it, man.

Female student ➡ She's just wasting her time on that guy... I wonder if he even has what it takes.

Male student ➡ Move aside, let me show you how it's done.

I felt embarrassed and angry when the students started jeering and mocking me. Out of frustration, I left the dance floor and went home. Angelina felt bad about what happened and tried to follow me, but before she could catch up, I was already far away.

As I walked alone on the road that evening, I began to hate myself for not being able to do anything. Why couldn't I be more like Angelina? It's her fault; if she had let me go home, none of this would have happened. She knows how nervous I am, and because of her, I got embarrassed.

Just as I was walking along the side of the road, a car pulled up beside me, and Angelina's head popped out of the window.

Angelina ➡ Peter! Come on, get in, let's go home.

I ignored her and kept walking. She wasn't the only one in the car; her crazy friends were inside, including her so-called boyfriend, David.

Angelina ➡ Peter, let's go.

Peter ➡ No, I can walk home.

Angelina ➡ Come on, it's a bit far. Let's go.

Peter ➡ I said I can walk home. Besides, do I look like I need a ride?

David ➡ Babe, forget this loser. Why are you still hanging around with him?

Angelina ➡ What did you just say? Peter is not a loser. Apologize to him right now!

David ➡ Why should I do that?

Angelina ➡ You know what? Drop me here. I’m walking with him.

Cindy ➡ Seriously? Babe... you’re going to walk home instead of taking a ride because of this guy? Honestly, what do you see in him?

Angelina ➡ You wouldn’t understand. He’s my best friend.

Angelina got out of the car and began to follow me. Her friends couldn’t believe she ditched them for me. After muttering some unkind comments, they drove off.

Angelina and I walked home, and she did everything she could to get me to talk, but I was too angry.

Angelina ➡ Peter, are you still angry about what happened?

Peter ➡ 😒😒😒😒😒

Angelina ➡ Come on, say something.

Peter ➡ 😒😒😒

Angelina ➡ Look, I’m sorry I dragged you there, but I just wanted you to have a good time.

Peter ➡ I appreciate your concern, but you should have just let me be. Now look, I’ve been embarrassed, and I feel like I hate myself.

Angelina ➡ Why? Why would you hate yourself? Peter, I like you for who you are. You may not be as popular as the other guys, but you're smart and mature. I don’t care what they say about you, just know I admire you just the way you are. You don’t need to change a thing.

Peter ➡ Thanks...

Angelina ➡ You’re welcome. So since we’re getting close to the house... let’s race.

Peter ➡ (laughs) Race? You know I always win, right?

Angelina ➡ 5000 for whoever wins.

Peter ➡ Get ready to lose your money... On your marks...

Angelina ➡ GO!!

Angelina took me by surprise, running like she was on fire. I ran after her, but she had already gotten a head start. She reached home before me, making her the winner of the race. We both laughed, realizing how childishly we had acted. Angelina always knows how to lighten up my mood. After catching our breath, I pulled out my wallet to give her the money, but she refused to take it.

Angelina: "No, keep your money. I don't need it."

Peter: "But you won the race!"

Angelina: "So? Keep your money. Well, I must say... we're finally going to graduate in a few months."

Peter: "Yeah... I can't wait to see what the future holds for us."

Angelina: "Me too... Well, it's getting late. Our parents will start barking at us. Good night."

Angelina hugged me and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. She giggled at the surprised look on my face, then walked into her house, swaying her hips and her backside in front of me. After a while, I went inside, feeling good about what had just happened.

When I got in, my parents noticed the happy look on my face. My mother, Jessica, couldn't help but ask.

Jessica: "Peter, what's with the excited look? I rarely see you in such a good mood. You usually look so tense."

Peter: "Mom, let's just say a gentle kiss can work wonders, especially when it's from an angel."

Jessica: "Oh... Well, take it easy. Don't go too overboard."

Peter: "Good night, Mom."

I ran to my bedroom and fell flat on my bed, replaying what had happened earlier. Angelina kissed me. I couldn't believe it... But it's not like it meant anything, right? Oh well, all I knew was that my night just got a whole lot better.