Chapter 1

It has been long since I wrote something but to make up for the lost days to my funs I think is about time I give you a true story about my friend and I. I changed her name in the story, just in case.

This happened of late about a month ago, but I think I should start from how it started.

Lydia has been my best friend since I was in standard five. At first I felt intimated because she was very good looking. She was an early bloomer, having a really nice set of tits so early into puberty. In standard seven, she was head over heel for my best friend, Joseph. I won’t lie, Joseph was one of the more good looking guys in my school. We always hung out together and he would tell me how he wanted to fuck Lydia. Joseph had a girlfriend though, and he wouldn’t cheat on her for Lydia. Being my best friend, Lydia would complain about Joseph and his girlfriend to me all the time-which to be honest was annoying. This actually lasted until forth form of high school, but that’s not important.

Anyways, in our first term in high school as by chance we joined the same school, Lydia was very lonely I assume, and always depressed. She would come over to my house all the time and cry and talk about her teething troubles. She didn’t have many friends besides me, which kind of shocked me because she was VERY attractive. Many of the other girls didn’t like her because of her clothing. She dressed in mini- skirts and low cut shirts and tank tops. Overall she looked pretty skanky, I won’t lie. But that wasn’t really a problem for the guys, who always used cat calls and such. She hated that, she was not a slut or anything. She was very normal, but many didn’t see her that way.

One day when she was at my house, she was sitting on my brother’s bed and I was on mine. Nobody was home except the two of us. We were facing each other and just talking about something, I can’t remember. I just remember for some reason, she stood up and grabbed my hands and way swaying them back and forth asking me to stand up. I got up and I remember we were laughing and I fell back and landed on my bed, laying down. She suddenly leaned forward and placed her lips against mine. She hadn’t fallen, she climbed on top of me. She had both her hands on my neck, and we were instantly making out very intimately. She bit my lips gently and licked the roof of my mouth. I can still vividly remember this scene, as it was my first kiss.

I placed my hands on her ass, slowly lifting her mini-skirt (which didn’t need to be lifted that far), and grabbed her small, but tight ass. I squeezed harder than I should have, but she seemed ok with it. This was very intense for me, especially since neither of us had been with anyone before. I tried to take off her shirt, but she stopped me and immediately got off of me. She just walked out and we never talked about it again.

She got a boyfriend soon after, but we still remained best friends. I got a girlfriend in my second year in high school. We still hung out every day, never experiencing any awkwardness or regret from our little make out session. However, in our last term of high school, I began noticing that she would flirt with me a bit. She would call me stud and sexy, etc. sometimes she’d sit in my lap and even pretend that she was my bride at my “future wedding”. I never objected to this, since we hadn’t shown any signs of affection or sexual interest for over three and a half years.
We graduated high school and nothing changed, since we both went to very close colleges. I saw her a little less, but enough to remain close friends.

One day, she sends me a text, which I will copy and paste.This is the actual text conversation:

Lydia: omg man, like we seriously need to get drunk together one of these days!Me: lol, you’re suddenly an alcoholic now?
Lydia: no haha, but I have drunken before with my bf at parties! It’s total fun :)
Me: well get a bottle and we’ll see what happens then lol
Lydia: really??? Yay! You have to see me drunk! I get really friendly :)))
Me: lol friendly? Like how?
Lydia: you’ll have to wait and see ;)

After this we changed the topic.

After reading that little mini conversation, I thought only dirty thoughts. I was actually getting turned on by the idea of us drinking together alone, imagining what might happen.I didn’t go crazy thinking about it, but I kept the idea of us possibly hooking up in the back of my mind.

A few weeks passed and she sends me a text, this time a picture of her in a thong.

Lydia: what do you think of these panties?Me: wow what the hell lol. All of a sudden you’re asking me to check you out? Haha but yea, you look sexy as hell in those.
Lydia: omg it doesn’t even matter lol, it’s not like anything would ever come of it anyways: P
Me: true, but still- imagine if Faith saw them? That would suck lol
Lydia: well then just don’t tell her lol

Faith and Lydia became best friends after I started dating Faith, which actually began to worry me now.