He was within two weeks of my age, but we had gone our separate ways when we had finally left school, and I didn’t see much of him for a couple of y...ars.It was normal for us back then to meet up either at his house or mine where we would do standard boys' stuff – magazines, out for bike rides, etc. We were both into construction kits and so spent a fair bit of time together with our shared hobby, more often than not in his bedroom as he had his own room whereas I had to share mine with my. ..pleased that’s over with” she says smiling, putting her shopping on the table and picking up her drink. “I was still stoned off my tits in them offices, got it all sorted though. Pleased you’ve got me a nice cool cider, weather seems to be getting warmer... not that I'm complaining”.“Aye it's a grand day, brings the girlies and the short skirts out”.“I know, I've been walking about stroking my clit” Gemma says then she spots my bag. “Is that the infamous pervy bag?”.“Certainly is” I reply.“I. Reaching my room we entered and kissed passionately behind the closed door. The mood was romance and warmth; the courtyard candles tossing dancing shadows on the walls. Breaking our embrace, I lit a candle before the mirror so soft reflections could caress her ebony skin. Then I removed my clothes as she watched intently. The lust in her eyes told me she too was feeling the lust for sexual pleasure. As I stood naked she began to remove that dowdy golf shirt and her khaki pants, revealing her. Me. I turned Ellen into a slut.”“Why? I thought she was your best friend once.”“Once. When we were younger.”I could feel Cathy tense, feel her shoulders straighten and firm. She had a hard gleam in her eye at she stared at me.“Let me tell you what my power can do. Maybe then you will understand why it is so important to me. Ellen and I were friends but as we entered puberty, we changed, just like all kids change. Ellen started becoming a bitch, a beautiful, rich, stuck up high society, miss.