Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

I don't know why she goes so far out of her way to spend time with me. I've never really been sociable. I tend to be reserved and stiff, and when I finally loosen up and start sharing, it's like an avalanche that buries any response. Always either dull and robotic or loud and annoying with nothing in between, it's a wonder anyone would put up with me long enough to get to know me. And yet, she does.

She's like a butterfly to me. Happy, colorful, full of life and energy. It's almost impossible not to smile when she does, and her laugh must be magic, because it can turn even the darkest, most overcast days into bright spring afternoons. Her warmth even pulls me out of my cold, lonely shell; she's one of the few people I can relax with.

Honestly, we couldn't be more mismatched, but I don't want to let her go. I only have a few friends as it is, and none as close as she is. Besides, as beautiful, and outgoing, and kind as she is, of course I developed feelings for her. I never planned on telling her about them or asking her out (no way she'd be interested in a sullen guy like me), but I can't get rid of them either. How do you move on from someone who reminds you every day why you're in love with her?

We have a weekly habit of getting together to watch my favorite show; I can't say for sure that it's her favorite, but she watches it because of my recommendation. In fact, I think I remember her saying that it was so she could understand me better, by seeing what I like. ...

... It must have been pretty early in our ("relationship" here makes it sound like we're a couple) friendship, before we really knew each other well. Every week we switch off whose place we watch at; whoever's hosting is responsible for snacks. Usually I just get some popcorn, but every so often I make a couple pizzas with a family recipe I learned years ago. I usually end up with a mountain of assorted toppings while she keeps it simple with pepperoni and olives. She's literally the only reason I ever buy olives.

Tonight was my turn to host the show. I didn't have enough flour to make two pizzas, so I made just one, half with my crazy assortment of meats and veggies and half with her simple combo. When she arrived and smelled the pizza in the oven, she immediately got excited, but I had to explain that there was just the one half-and-half pizza. She took it surprisingly well, considering that it meant less pizza for her.

Once the pizza was cooled and cut, we settled down on my sofa and put the show on. After months, we were finally caught up so tonight we watched the newest episode. I had already read the source material so many times that I'd lost count, so I knew what would happen, but I didn't want to spoil it for her. The way she engaged with the show was a marvel to me; clearly, she was seeing this for the first time and enjoying it. Honestly, I was probably watching her at least as much as I was watching the show. Somehow, the light from the screen seemed to make her ...