Concept: Fucking My Way Out of the Friend Zone

I've seen her cry. I've heard her talk about every guy she's dated. I've heard her complain. I've told her how beautiful she is, and nothing worked. I was the president of the friendzone. She meant so much to me, and all I wanted was to be noticed. But she would only ever see me as a friend - like a big brother. But then, after years of subbing and blue balls, we kissed! That was all it took. Once our lips touched, she was suddenly desperate for me. She was a virgin, and she wanted me to be gentle at first. As a friend, I made sure she felt comfortable. And then, we really started going at it. Years of built-up sexual tension between us were released all at once. I guess this makes us friends with benefits…