What comes to mind when you think of a fuck buddy? Hot, steamy, no strings attached, fucking, right? No bullshit. No commitment. No feelings. Just fucking. Sound about right?

Maybe... only, I was stupid enough to think that I could pull it off with a friend.
His name was Kevin. I still get chills even thinking of his name. We were 17 when we started to become really good friends. Of course, I was attracted to him the first time I met him. Everyone was. The boy was, in two words -- fucking beautiful. He had longish blond hair, and these amazing crystal blue eyes. He was thin with a slightly muscular build. He had the total California surfer look down. He was one of those people that made you do a double take just because they were so fucking hot, you had to make sure you weren't imaging it. Some compared his looks to Leonardo DiCaprio (back during the Titanic obsession overload), which wasn't far off, but honestly, if you put him in a room next to Leo, and asked people to decide which one they'd rather fuck, trust me, they'd have picked Kevin. Bastard.

Kevin was a people magnet. Anyone who came into contact with him wanted to get to know him, be his friend or just plain be around him. He was fun, spontaneous and had a "bad boy" persona. He was a charmer. Those eyes... manipulative eyes that entrapped you. Just one look could make you do whatever he wanted.

I thought I was safe, though. I mean, he was straight – he even had a girlfriend – or two or three. There was no way he'd ever want me. Not only because I was a guy, but because he could have anyone he wanted. Not that I am a troll, but I couldn't imagine him ever wanting to be with me. Besides, even if by some miracle he did want me, everyone knows you don't fuck your friends.

But hey, you try telling yourself that, when a horny, drop-dead gorgeous guy you've always had a crush on offers you his big, beautiful cock!

The first time it happened, almost felt like a dream. Of course, that could have been all the fucking pot I smoked that night, but even so, all that could run through my mind at the time was, “Fuck, this isn't happening.”

Oh but it did.

So it was Halloween, and my mom was out for the night to stay over at her boyfriend's place, and my little sister was at our dad's house for the weekend, so I had the apartment to myself. I fucking hate Halloween, so I fully intended to stay in and away from the freaks, and get stoned out of my mind while pigging out on pizza. Never being one to turn down weed, especially when it was Chronic, Kevin agreed to come over and showed up at my door with a bag of munchies in one hand, and a couple of movies he'd picked up at Blockbuster Video, in the other.
We had gone through 3 joints, a large pepperoni pizza, and a bag of Doritos, by the time Interview With The Vampire was over. After that I asked him if he was tired, and he said that he wanted to watch the other movie he'd brought, Cruel Intentions.

So, it's at the part where Sarah Michelle Gellar, or rather “Kathrine” is being a teasing slut, and wants