She brushed out her long, silky, luxurious hair. She put on her perfect Stila makeup (not that she needed much, but just to make herself look all the ...ore beautiful). She put on her perfect, not too flashy, but still silver and beautiful Tiffany jewelry. She lightly spritzed herself with Clinique Happy Heart, and gave herself the four-times-over in the full length mirror of the room she shared with Amanda. They had rented four rooms. The rest of them were ready too. The girls all had their. Now I was a virgin and couldn’t count the number of times I had masturbated to vision of her bikini image. A little about us; Angie was about 5’6” and a size one. She had perfect D sized breasts. She was blond and as I found out this day had closely cropped strawberry blond curls down below, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I arrived at Angie’s house on this summer day and was told to come into the living room. It was clear that no one was at home but the two of us. We talked about what went. I squeezed my member through my pants, feeling the cotton, damp from my pre-cum, cool against my shaft. Every time I heard a car driving down my street my pulse raced and my excitement flared only to be disappointed when it didn't stop. I looked at the clock; 2:30 am.At last I heard the sound of a car stopping outside the house but it didn't sound like a cab. It waited, engine idling for what seemed like an eternity but eventually I heard the sound of a door closing followed by a change in the. “I know. And I’ve told you I’m here to help. But I’m right. She’s not worth any more of your time. Or your tears.”“I thought you were her friend.”She didn’t answer for several seconds, then said, “Some things are more important than friendship.”I looked her in the eye, making sure I had her attention, and replied, “There’s nothing more important than friendship.”It took her several seconds to answer. “You mean that, don’t you?”I nodded.She smiled. “You’re amazing, you know? She doesn’t deserve.