I remember she was on my dick from the first time we met in front of Jamal’s house. She was wearing a denim outfit with all of her nice curves showi...g. I wanted to fuck her that day but she was with her friend, so we exchanged numbers for next time. About a week later I get on the road with her directions and eventually end up at her place. I remember coming into a small apartment and sitting down at her dining table to break up some grass when Toccara invites me upstairs to show me her. Because what if Gabriella was wrong about that?It was just another way I might lose my best friend forever, and felt too risky, simply because the consequence of her reacting poorly was too massive of a loss for me to handle.It would almost be like someone giving you the choice to inherit millions, or die instead. If the decision was anything over ninety percent in favor of the money, then I suspected most people would do it, but no way in hell would I ever risk my life for money, even if the. Then without spreading her pussy, I let gravity abruptly take her, her ass plopping down onto me. I go an inch into her pussy and then her sticky lips fold in on her awkwardly, stopping me from going further, propping her up, impaled on me. I grunt in slight pain, a pain the girl would be feeling much more than me if she was conscious. Kissing her soft neck, still holding the base of my cock steady under her with one hand, I slap hard on her ass cheek with the other. She's forced another inch. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her?***Steve’s stories, even though she’d never read any, were never far from her mind the whole of that next week. Amy couldn’t get away from the thought of Steve, sitting at his desk, writing the kinds of things she imagined he would write about. She just knew those stories would be good though. Something about the way he talked about his writing, the passion he obviously had for it… she just knew she would like them, and that they would be hot.The night.