When we laid down next to each other and he opened that little crook in his arm/chest for me to place my head on, I still somehow thought that it was ...n friendship. When he leaned down and kissed me, Jack Daniels still evaporating on his lips, I kissed him back for reasons I still don’t understand.I haven’t had a boyfriend in almost a year, and though I’ve never really felt the pressure to force something just to not be alone, there is always something nice about being wanted. Like I said, I. .." He took my face in his hands."Listen.. when Rachel was fucking me like - oh stop flinching Skye.. When she was fucking me I wanted it to be you.. But you don't get the hints I give you."I look at him, studying his face. He wasn't lying. I bit my lip as he kissed me again "We - we will ruin our friendship."He smiled "No, we won't."I sighed "We will." Skye," he seemed frustrated, then his eyes seemed to widen as he looked over my body. His eyes fixated at the jersey "Hey, that’s my jersey!"I. Finally, Lexi and I were graduated from high school and we were on our way to the Bahamas. We were planning this trip ever since we were in middle school. We were BFFs since then and we were going to take this amazing trip together. That is, we planned everything out before we became horny sluts. Ever since high school started, boys were always focusing on my body. My hips were curved perfectly and my ass was small but tight. Don't even get me started on my boobs and legs. My legs were silky. I didn't think to pick up a book, so I was stuck with reliving my past to fill in the time. The experience wasn't all that pleasant. Mostly they were simply painful memories. One after another, they marched through my conscious mind. No wonder I drifted in and out of sleep.I managed to wake up when the people around me began to stir. I joined them in line to have my one large combination purse and emergency carry on bag scanned. By emergency, I mean it held my make up and clean panties. A few.