**June 11**
Kate is my best friend. Honestly, that’s all she is. From the looks of things, that’s all she ever will be. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not one of those neckbeard “gentlemen” types who thinks that being nice to a girl is all it takes for her to want to throw herself at me. A) She has a boyfriend, and B) she just happens to not be attracted to me. I get that.
But I can’t help it. She’s exactly my type. Blonde. Tiny. Fittest ass I ever did see.
We were chilling at my place listening to music. I was scrolling through my phone. She was checking herself out in the mirror.
“What do you think of my ass?” she asked all of a sudden.
I swallowed. “Huh?”
“I feel like I’m too tiny to have this much ass. Plus, I feel like it’s just… fat. Not, like, Instagram model toned, you know? Should I start doing glute workouts?”
She pulled her shorts up, looking back at the mirror. I luckily kept my composure. “Don’t be insane. A lot of girls would kill to have what you got.”
“Okay, but feel it. Is it Cellulite City down there or what?” She presented her backside to me, her red shorts leaving her cheeks exposed just the slightest bit. Noticing my hesitation, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Just do it.”
Fuck it, I thought to myself. I went for it, squeezing her right cheek in my hand while trying to stop myself from popping a boner.
“Perfectly fine to me. Trust me. Guys don’t care that much. A nice ass is a nice ass.”
I had to have a pretty cold shower that night. She’s never been that… forward. I’ll keep this journal updated with any further developments.
**June 14**
God. She’s showing up in my dreams now.
In the dream, we were making out in the backseat of her car. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Her hair, her face, her chest, her thighs. Soon, her shorts and underwear were off. She turned herself around and knelt over. I started fucking her doggystlye. People were peering into the foggy window, but we didn’t give a shit. She was screaming my name, and I was getting closer and closer and…
I woke up to wet sheets.
**June 21**
The two of us hung out again tonight. I tried to keep myself under control. I mean, yeah, I may want to fuck her into a new century, but she’s my best friend. Plus, you know… boyfriend.
I swear I was behaving. I really was.
We were watching a movie at her place. She had just taken a shower, and she was wearing a really tiny robe. A little ways into the movie we both got hungry, so we went to the kitchen to raid her pantry. When she bent over to get something, I realized she wasn’t wearing anything under the robe.
As much as I tried to stop it, I started getting hard. I could just barely see the lips of her pussy and it was driving me insane.
She turned around as if she could feel me staring.
“Uh, do you mind getting dressed? That robe is basically a jacket.”
She looked me up and down. I definitely was at half-mast, but I don’t know if it was visible through my jeans, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to look downwards and draw attention to it.
She hit me over the head with a box of Cheez-its and said she was going to go change into something less revealing. She undid her robe as she walked to her room, and before she was out of my line of sight, I caught a brief glimpse of her naked backside.
Did… did she just flash me?
**June 22**
I have begun to consider the possibility that Kate might be… into me? I don’t know. Something about her behavior… if it were any other girl, it would be so obvious that she was coming on to me. But she’s told me to my face that she’s not attracted to me, and (I’m like a broken record now) she has a WHOLE. FUCKING. BOYFRIEND. A tall, athletic boyfriend who she loves dearly and who could definitely kick my ass.
This could totally ruin our friendship. Still, I have to know. The curiosity could eat me alive.
I am a man of science. I have to conduct an experiment.
Earlier tonight, I went through her Instagram and Twitter, and I saved every even slightly provocative picture she’s ever posted. Tight dresses, low-cut tops, et cetera. I got to the bikini photos. Her slender legs, big ass, and perky tits on display. In one of them she had her tongue out, and one of her friends was behind her, playfully grabbing her boobs. Ugh. I get hard just thinking about that pic sometimes.
Soon enough, I had a suitable corpus of pictures of her. Tomorrow night, it’s gonna go down.
**June 23**
I invited her over to my apartment to continue our *Game of Thrones* binge-watch. As I waited for her to confirm, my stomach did flips. I mean, it’s not every day that you devise a scenario in which your best friend can catch you masturbating to pictures of her. When she finally texted back that she would be over in ten minutes, I got to work. I opened my laptop, pulled up the pictures of her, and threw off my pants and shirt.
There were so many ways this plan could go wrong, but the thrill of what was about to transpire made me so horny, I had to stop myself from cumming a couple of times.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I put my earbuds in so she would think I couldn’t hear her. She knocked again. I jerked faster. I heard the doorknob turn, then footsteps. I was about to cum. My cracked bedroom door started to move, and I started shooting ropes all over my chest.
“Oh my God!” I heard her shout.
I’ll admit. I chickened out a bit. I ripped out my headphones closed my laptop so she couldn’t see what I was jerking off to. I grabbed a nearby towel and covered up, then turned my swivel chair to face her.
“Kate!”
“Dude! I told you I would be here in a few minutes.” Luckily, she had a smile on her face.
“I-I’m sorry. I thought I had more time.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Sorry… I’m… I… I’ll go clean up.”
I got up and headed to the bathroom, struggling to keep my towel over my cum-covered boxers.
“Yeah, you do that, big guy.” She laughed. I couldn’t tell if the nickname was a reference to my package. Here’s hoping.
I closed the door to the bathroom behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t believe my best friend had seen me cum. I still had white, sticky fluid all over my stomach. I had definitely gone too far
Oh, no, I thought. All my clothes were out there. Would I have to make the walk of shame back out to my bedroom?
Just when I was considering asking Kate to bring me my pants and shirt, I heard her go “What the fuck?”, then footsteps, then a door opening and closing.
“Kate?” I called. I opened the bathroom door and headed back into my bedroom. Sure enough, she was gone. On my desk, my laptop was open, and on the screen was the picture of her at the beach with her friend grabbing her chest—the picture I had just cum to.
Shit.
**June 26**
I cannot believe just fucking happened. I still think I’m dreaming.
Wait. Let me back up.
So, the morning after my little experiment, I tried calling Kate. Voicemail. I texted her. I messaged her on Facebook. I DMed her on Twitter. Radio silence.
What was I thinking? My perverted, porn-addled brain made me think that she’d be what, flattered? And why the fuck did I not have a password on my computer?
A couple of days went by, and I accepted that my friendship with Kate was over. I had blown it. She would never speak to me again. Better yet, she would get her boyfriend to stomp my face in.
Then, several hours ago, I got a text from her: “Hey, sorry for ignoring you. I had to think about some things. Can we talk in person? I got beer.”
Relief poured over me instantly. She wasn’t mad. Or at least she wasn’t too mad. I told her I was on my way and headed over to her apartment.
I got to her place and knocked on her door. My phone booped. Kate had texted me, “Door’s open.”
I walked in and called “Kate?” No response. “Hey, listen. I’m sorry about… you know. I just hope things aren’t all.. weird between us.” The kitchen and living room were both empty. “Hello?” I called, turning the corner to the corridor where the entrances to her bedroom and bathroom were. The light in her bathroom was on, and the door was ajar. “Kate?”
The door opened and out she came, fully naked and dripping wet.
“Oh, hi,” she said with a smirk. “Sorry, I was just in the shower.”
I couldn’t look away. Her curves were on full display, drops of water running from her hair to her tits to her pussy.
“Don’t be so stunned. You wanted this right?” She twirled, flinging drops of water on the walls.
“I…”
She closed the distance between us until she was right up in my face. “I’m not going to lie. It really turns me on how much you want me.” She bit her lip and looked down at my crotch. My jeans were doing a terrible job hiding my fully erect dick. “And I *know* you want me.” She undid my belt. “Honestly,” she unbuttoned my pants, “I want you too.” Our lips were practically touching now. Her fingers were on the waistband of my underwear when she stopped suddenly. “But there’s the Alex of it all.” She pushed past me into the kitchen.
“Wh-what?” I stammered. Alex was her boyfriend.
“I told him about the other night. We both thought it was pretty hot.” She opened her fridge and bent over, presenting her bubble butt to me. This had to be a dream.
She grabbed a beer and closed the fridge. “We did some talking—lots of talking—and we came to an agreement.” She took a sip that lasted probably two seconds, but felt like a millennium. “We decided that you two can share me. Just for a night.”
“I…”
“Listen. I’m not stupid. I know what I look like. I know that basically all of my guy friends would kill to just see me naked, let alone fuck me.” She put to beer down on her counter top, then walked back up to me and grabbed my face with both hands. “I really like you. And I want to do this with you. Just think about it. Text me if you’re down.” She patted my cheek. “Now get out.”
“But…”
“Out.” She pushed me towards the door. Slowly, I opened it, exited, and closed it behind me.
Jesus Christ. I was gonna fuck Kate.
I jerked myself to cumming right there on her doorstep.
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