It wasn't love. It wasn't want. She just looked at me and her eyes told me she wanted me to do what I wanted. This time, she wanted to see what I'd do... This is why our friendship never changed. Sexuality and curiosity were welcomed either separately or as a pair. Right now, she was curious about how I wanted to express my sexuality. I kept my hand resting on her face. I felt my cum juice trail down between my thighs. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to make myself wet by touching her. This. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. I told Amber and Crystal that whoever had the best fantasy would have to agree to do more than just tell us about it. Each of us had to agree that we would vote for the best fantasy, and that the winner would have to actually make their fantasy come true. The two young girls eagerly agreed. This would be a contest; after telling our fantasies, we would vote. The winner had to promise to act out their fantasy, make it happen, and tell the others all about it next week. We began with Amber. Come onn… send it in. more… moreee…. Fuckk meeeee bro…”, and I started moving in and out of her slowly. Sending my whole 7” in and pulling it half way out and pushing myself into her again. She too started to respond rhythmic to my moves when I pushed myself forward, she pushed herself up to meet my thrust halfway arching her hips up and down. With every thrust, I started digging deep inside her and increasing my pace inn….Ouuttt…. Inn … ouuttttttt pumping her on and on. “Ohhh yaaa… fuckkk….