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You stood in the family room of your family’s cabin looking out the floor to ceiling window at the snow falling rapidly. There was no way you were leaving tonight like you had planned.
It was your annual trip up to the cabin with your friends, one of which happened to be Chris Evans. You two have been friends childhood, inseparable at times. You two practically did everything together, especially as adults. Since he was around, you had invited him to join you and your other friends for a weekend get away and he hadn't been able to say no.
But now you were here, staring at the snow. You weren’t expecting this snow. It started in the morning around breakfast. The weather reported up to a foot of snow. That was when your friends decided to leave earlier than planned. Because you weren’t married and had taken extra time off at the hospital due to hanging out with Chris while he was in town for the holiday, and you had ridden up with Chris, you didn’t have to leave as early as everyone else had. But when you realized it was going to snow and you’d be trapped all night, you weren’t so sure if this was good thing or not.
You caught Chris’s reflection in the window pane with him holding what looked like a mug of something.
“Coffee?” You asked, staring at his reflection.
“Nope. Hot chocolate. I even put in those little marshmallows you like and crushed up peppermint.”
You turned around and graciously accepted the mug of chocolate deliciousness. You let out an audible moan as you took a sip of the hot chocolate.
“Good, huh?” Chris smirked.
“You have no idea. Reminds of being a kid again.” You walked over to the couch and took a seat. Chris joined you on the opposite end.
“Those were some good times weren’t they.” Chris replied.
“They were. Remember when we successfully built a snowman and it stayed up for almost an entire week before it melted? And then Scott proceeded to pick up the carrot and eat it with your mom yelling at him?” You busted out laughing.
“Yes.” Chris wheezed, “And that one time we had a snowball fight and I threw it in your face and you tried to chase me and tripped face first in snow?” Chris laughed hysterically and you laughed just as hard, both of you grabbing your own left boob.
“Oh man. Those were some good time.” You wiped the tears from your eyes that had formed.
Something about being alone with Chris in your family’s cabin was spinning the wheels in your brain. You had always found Chris attractive. There were times in your friendship when you two were more than friends. There were a couple times, usually following bad breakups, that your friendship had taking a steamy route.
Never once did either of you talk about those times you went from crying on each others shoulders to being tangled up in bed sheets. But it didn’t always end up with you both naked, sweaty and crying out each others names in ecstasy. Sometimes you would go over to Chris’s childhood home and talk to his mom. She always gave you great advice of boys and relationships and you appreciated that since your own mother had passed away when you were a kid.
And now here you were, sitting with Chris in a cabin, snowed in. You weren’t thinking anything was gonna happen between the both of you. You weren’t gonna lie to yourself in hopes something would happen. You had started to think your feelings for Chris were beginning to evolve from friendship to something more. You were worried if he ever found out it would change the dynamic of your relationship.
“Wanna watch a movie? Something Christmasy?” You suggested, standing up to look at your family’s expansive DVD collection.
“Sure.”
“Anything in particular you wanna watch?”
“No, anything you pick is fine with me.”
“Aren’t you a crowd pleaser.” You responded sarcastically, bringing a movie over to the entertainment center.
“What movie did we pick tonight?” Chris asked, setting his empty mug on the table.
“Home Alone.” You smiled as you walked back to the couch with the remote in your hand.
“How appropriate, considering we are indeed home alone.” Chris smirked, cocking his brow.
***
You hadn’t even lasted fifteen minutes before you were all cuddled up with Chris. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. When you two usually watched movies together, you always ended up next to Chris cuddling.
He started to softly rub up and down your back, like he always did when you two hung out. It just made you cuddle closer.
“Feels good.” You mumbled.
“What?” Chris chuckled.
“That. The rubbing. Feels good.” You spoke louder so he could hear you.
“The rubbing?” Chris snorted.
“Oh my god. Not like that, you weirdo. I mean the back rubbing, it feels good. Making me sleepy.”
“You can’t get sleepy on me now.” Chris leaned down and kissed the top of your head.
You looked up from you spot on Chris’ chest and stared into his blue eyes. You didn’t know what overcame you, but you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. It wasn’t something that was planned, obviously, but in that moment it felt right.
You had tried hard to not let your feelings for Chris become more than just friends. But recently you have been having feelings of more than friendship for Chris. Yeah in the past you two had fucked, but it was just that, a fuck, nothing more. You didn’t want to fall for him. You were best friends. What would happen if you and Chris dated and then broke up? Would you still have the same group of friends? Would you still go over and see his mom for dinner once a week? All of those things you had been thinking went out the window when you kissed him.
“Sorry, Chris. I don’t know what came over me. I’m really-” You rambled, but you were quickly cut off by Chris kissing you.
“You’re really what?” Chris asked, breaking the kiss.
“Um...nothing.” You managed to get out.
Chris ran his fingers down your cheek as you blushed. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Chris, stop. You don't have to-”
“Don’t have to what? Say you're beautiful? Is that such a bad thing?”
You shook your head, “No it isn’t a bad thing.”
Chris shifted you so you were straddling him, making you giggle. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his neck hairs. You smiled at him, biting your lip. Chris’s hands were roaming your back, until they landed on your ass. You leaned in, capturing his lips.
His hands gripped your ass tighter. You rolled your hips and could feel his hardening cock. You moaned into his mouth, opening your own to give him access. You let Chris take control. His dominated your mouth and controlled how fast you were dry humping him. You could feel yourself getting wet and hoped Chris hadn’t noticed.
The friction caused by your jeans was quickly bringing you close to an orgasm. You wanted it. But you couldn’t let this change the relationship between you and Chris.
“Chris, stop. Stop.” You panted, gripping his hair.
“Stop?” Chris asked, curiously.
“Yes!” And just like that Chris stopped kissing and brought your body to a grinding halt above his own.
“What’s wrong?” Chris asked, worried.
“I just. I can’t. I’m sorry. I think I’m gonna go to bed.” You scrambled off his lap and made your way to you room.
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After what seemed like a lifetime of tossing and turning in bed, you decided it wasn’t going to work. You couldn't get Chris off your mind. You could feel something between you two. You just weren’t sure if he did. Part of you wanted to know, but the other part wanted to think nothing happened and just move on with your lives as best friends.
You got out of bed and decided to go get a glass of warm milk, hoping it would help put you to sleep. Walking down the stairs, you saw a faint glow coming from the TV room. You wondered if Chris had fallen asleep during the movie. It wasn’t common to find him passed out with ESPN or some other sports channel on the tv. Turning the corner, you noticed Captain America: Civil War was playing but there was no sound. Moving a little more into the room, you saw Chris sitting there naked pumping his cock.
You don’t know what made you stay but you did. Something about this turned you on. You know you shouldn’t be watching him, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was erotic. You slowly found yourself slipping your hand into the waistband on your panties. The sounds Chris was making was making you wet. You slipped your fingers between your folds spreading your wetness around. You began to pinch and rub your clit, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. The last thing you needed was Chris catching you watching him jack off to himself on TV.
You closed your eyes imagining yourself riding Chris. The feel of his hands roaming your body, pinching your nipples, and kneading the flesh on your ass. You slipped two fingers in your entrance and began to pump your fingers. You thought you had been quiet, but you were soon met with the sound of Chris’s voice.
“What ya doing there, baby?”