We were just friends … or so l thought.
We’d been friends since we were just kids. Our houses were around the corner from one anothers’, and we’d play together with other kids on the block. She was the outgoing girl who would star in lots of plays when we got to high school, and I was the shy guy who would stay in the wings.
By the time we got to high school she had a crush on me — which I didn’t realize! We occasionally met up to hang out together but there was no messing around at all. We saw a lot of each other in theater. I ran tech and she acted.
One of our mutual friends was a college freshman, a woman who was known as a man-eater. The college girl told us about the guys she had dated and how big … or small … their endowments were. Girls had never told me about other guys’ sizes so it was really wild to know. She would also talk about their prowess and other sexual abilities. Soon this college girl and I went out for a few months and she blew me regularly. So I knew that all her friends knew my size (average) and how much cum I would release (a lot — I get compliments on it!).
And that meant my pixie-cut brunette pal knew my attributes too, and that made me feel more relaxed around her. She was really cute: kinda short (which l like), slim but with a nice round ass, perfectly clear skin, and a brunette hair in a pixie cut. We got along really well but never went beyond friends.
Fast-forward to college. We went to different universities about 90 minutes apart so we saw each other only when we were home in the summer. Once evening we went out and ended up making out in a park, deep kissing and feeling her breasts under her blouse. Then she came to visit me on a warm day at my college apartment. I don’t remember what all we did socially but we ended up naked on my bed. She didn’t want to go too far so after some messing around she had me sit cross-legged; she scooted behind me, stretching her legs past mind and pressing her breasts into my back, and caressed my chest.
She worked her way down to my cock which of course was pointed straight up and throbbing. She gently took it in her hand and I lay my head back on her shoulder. She could watch herself give me a slow and sensual hand job, stroking my cock as she was wrapped around me. We kissed a bit but not too much because I needed to breathe deeply and she wanted to watch. It wasn’t long of course before I tensed up, she sped up, and I exploded several streams of cum on my chest. She smiled … and I kissed her in thanks.
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