[MF] I hung out with my best friend over break.

For the better part of the past decade, I have known Kay. I met her on an unremarkable day in the middle of a school field trip to a museum. Her class and my own were paired up to go walk through a particular exhibit. She and I had both ended up standing side by side, ogling an old painting. I thought it was wildly beautiful and unique. After about a minute of staring, we took notice to each other and without skipping a beat she says to me, “It sucks.”

From there we made plenty of conversation to drown out the dullness of the day. We had become friends faster than most people blink – something both of us later agreed on happily.

Over the next couple of years, she and I went through the trials and tribulations of high school. Drama after drama. Crush after crush. Standardized test after standardized test. However, we realized that we are vulnerable and developing as most people around us were. When we fell to our knees, we were there to pick each other up. This is when we became best friends. We learned everything there is to know about the other.

Kay is usually regarded as a funny, but fiercely determined person. She’s polite; calculating. *Perfect*. As moral as a hurricane and just about as safe. Beautiful in the way a sword can be if kept behind glass. Many have tried to break the glass just so they can say they were the one who got to wave her around – even myself. However, right as I was about to grab that hilt, someone else did.

That guy ended up dating her for the remainder of the time I knew her, up until the present. As much as it hurt swallowing the reality that I missed my chance, the satisfaction in knowing she was happy far outweighed the feeling of the former. It all became okay.

Years went by and I had cycled my way through two relationships – which in retrospect, I probably wasn’t truly fit for either of those girls. They ended on a bitter note, yet Kay and her man continued on and into college along with me. We all went in separate directions.

Things got interesting around junior year where they became distant and she started going out more. I just chalked up that change in attitude up to her being Kay. “She probably is so ahead and has nothing to do” I thought. But after I asked her about a concerning SnapStory, she told me that her relationship started to crumble. I don’t remember exactly why. She was under a lot of stress.

I got around to talking to the guy – who became a friend of mine – and they managed to patch things up after a weekend visit. Time passed and things were looking normal. We went onto the fall semester which leads us up to now.

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Both Kay and I go away to college and have a bit of a drive back. Our respective semesters were the most dense we’ve ever had and because of that, we sort of fell out of touch. It happens. After finals week and a long semester, I was dead. I had no brain function. The only things I really did were eat, go to the gym, and serve up butt brownies to the septic tank.

A few days ago, she calls me up and asks to hang out. “Get the weed and wine ready because I got a day off and I’m draggin’ you along” she said. I cracked up and of course agreed. We had so much to talk about and we decided to just save it until we hung out.

Yesterday we finally hang out. I go to pick her up at her house around eight at night with a baggie full of Blue Dream and moscato – our favorite. She walks out of her house and seeing her was like seeing sunshine after a long storm. I forgot that she always does her makeup and hair. Her dark brunette hair was silky and straight, and her makeup was perfectly blended – or whatever the fuck that means. A warm knit sweater and a puffy vest with tight jeans and boots. Collected and stylish. Nothing out of place.

She breaks into the car, “I haven’t seen you in forever!” She hugs me and cuts off most of my circulation. “I fucking miss you” she says. I laugh and smile ear to ear. I ask her what she wants to do first: smoke or drink. She says we should do what we did last summer where we drove up to this scenic middle-of-nowhere park and chilled out with music playing. “Sounds dope” I said.

We get there and I pack a thick bowl, uncap the wine and throw up some chill music. As we catch up, and get stupidly high, and a little buzzed, we get more intimate in our conversation. I told her that the past few months have been hard emotionally and physically. I lost my dog, a scholarship, and my love life was non-existent. She told me that things were equally as tough for her. She was poor as shit, mentally drained, and her relationship was on it’s last leg. She didn’t have energy for any of it. In that moment, we were in high school again and remembered the affection we used to share. We laughed over how depressed we thought our lives were. This was a night to recharge.

We changed the topic at some point and she asked me how all my writing is since I talk about and am involved with my campus and other English-y things. I say everything is “going damn smoothly.” I started getting more and more passionate about my different projects as I spoke and she took notice. She was so happy to hear that I held onto my ambition.

She then asked me if I could read to her some romantic poem I mentioned I wrote for a class I didn’t give a shit about. I was reluctant, but her charm was hard to resist. The poem, I thought, sucked camel taint; but apparently she loved it. I started to remember what I wrote and eventually didn’t need to look off my phone. I read from memory and as I reached the last few lines, I turned to face her and looked right into those cobalt blue eyes of hers. She was silent as I finished it.

I asked her what she thought and she said she loved it. She then suggested we move to the back seat because it’s far roomier than the front. I agree and exit the car. She takes the bowl; I take the wine. We end up standing out and stargazing for a bit, going back and forth between the wine and weed. Such a beautiful sight. I wish I had brought my camera out to take a photo of it all.

She breaks the silence, “I wish you were around more. I need more days like this.” I swing around her shoulders and begin to playfully massage her, “Ah, well if you always had them, you wouldn’t appreciate them as much.”

My hands start taking the job seriously. I slipped them under her vest to get a better hold on her. She was initially tense, but she fell more into relaxation as I worked on her. I kept massaging her.

“Damn, you are obscenely good at this.” she groaned. My dick twitched reminding me I have a *thing* for massage porn. “We should just get in the car. It’s fucking cold.” she says. It was a good idea. We get back in and she motions for me to continue the shoulder rub, only this time she removes her vest. We’re both pretty high, and pretty drunk. Everything felt amazing.

The car was warm from blasting the heat; I could hear every instrument of every song; Moving my body felt ticklish; Kay’s skin…oh, her skin. Her pale skin felt like silk but still slightly cold. My hands were hot which I imagine made her more relaxed. Her head leans a little forward, going limp. She’s completely entranced.

In what is the boldest, most heart-pumping move of my life, my cross-faded ass guides my left hand towards the nape of her neck while my right descends down her arm. I purse my hands and rub in each time – firm then soft. I start to get very liberal in where I go and I notice that I’m moving closer and closer to her. Nine and half years of built up fantasies were rushing to the front of my mind.

I take my left land and massage her from her neck up to her chin, where I motion for her to lean to the right. My head leans in and I start brushing my lips against her neck. I get a clean whiff of her lavender perfume. She let out the tiniest gasp of air when I did. Her skin stood up, aroused. My right hand was massaging at her waist as I brush my lips up and down. I’m in this moment with her for what seemed like forever.

Suddenly, a wave of sobriety hits me and I back off from her entirely. *What the fuck is happening*. She takes notice and turns around. “Something wrong?” she asks. I play it off like I just wanted to change the song and lean forward to do so, forgetting that my rock hard cock is bulging through my pants. I become catholic for a moment, “Please, God…don’t let her see my boner.” I press the arrow on my console and just sit back down slowly. When I’m back to Kay’s level, I noticed her eyes are fixated on my crotch. I’m frozen for the better part of a minute. She slowly notches her head up to cross her gaze with mine. North Korea and the U.S could enter into a nuclear cock-measuring contest and we still would never have broken the eye contact.

The fantasies start rushing back to my head as my dick commands my eyes to fixate on her perfectly formed C-cups. She looks down at them and traces the cut of her shirt down to the lowest point with her fingers. She tugs on it, letting the black lace of her bra say hello. She’s teasing me and she knows it. We lock eyes once more and her face is completely flush. I see her eyes spark with intent. Kay remains locked to my gaze as she strips off her sweater and bra, cupping her breasts.

I cock my head to the right and smirk. I give her a fierce look – one that says, “It’s about time.” Lost in desire, I circle her rosy lips with my thumb and dip it inside her mouth and drag it out slowly. She lets me have that moment. I take her by the throat and push her down into the seat and mount her. Years of repressed lust and emotion exploded out in each kiss. She wrapped her legs around me and jerked my crotch into hers. She lets out a muffled moan. Each kiss felt like it’s own story. Each one more passionate than the last. We could hear each other’s heartbeats. *Do-Doom, Do-Doom, Do-Doom.*

Her hand takes my throat and she pushes me off. She literally tears my shirt from its buttons revealing a years worth of weightlifting. She rubs and massages each part of my upper body like a child with a new toy. She takes in every detail – loving me. Kay looked like she waited years for this opportunity. She traces her hand to the back of my neck and I slyly kiss it on the way up. She drags me back into the soft bed of her lips as she takes her pants off. I follow her lead.

We passionately make out for twenty minutes. Completely naked. Our bodies in perfect sync. The heat from our bodies mixed with the stupidly cold air of the mountains created an amazing sensation. I start gyrating my hips against her. With each motion my cock caressing her on-fire pussy. I moved my lips to attack her neck so she could take everything in. She gasps and moans uncontrollably. She sounds like she’s coming to an orgasm. I make a trail of deliberate kisses down to her nipples. I suck and swirl my tongue around them gently. I give the smallest nibble to each one which makes her arch. My hand travels downward and starts playing with her clit. She’s so wet that she’s dripping onto the seat.

It doesn’t take long before she screams, “I’m gonna cum. So. Fucking. Hard!” Right as she is about to climax, I position myself, switch to my thumb, and drive my throbbing cock inside of her. Her eyes roll back into her head as I thrust into her over and over and over and over. Every other thrust brought another wave of loud moaning. Her pussy was so tight. I don’t know how I didn’t cum.

I pulled out and looked down at her, biting her lip and enjoying the sensations. I decided it’s my turn. I scooped her by her hips and turned her over to her stomach. Then I pulled her hips up so she’s in doggy position and slapped her ass. She moans softly, “Yes.” She *likes* being handled. I take in the sight of her crossing her legs and using her perfectly pedicured feet to tease my cock. Her back arched – ready for me. I oblige and take a handful of her hair and pull it back as I slide in. I moaned. This time I felt everything. I could feel the strongest orgasm building up. Each thrust made me twitch a bit more. She was getting tighter and tighter, reaching another climax after a minute or two of me fucking her.

She came just as I was about to. I pulled out and sprayed a huge load of cum onto her heart-shaped ass. We both fell completely limp and spent the next few minutes gasping for air as we rode out the orgasms. Slowly but surely we relax and catch our breath. I muster up the strength to sit up and clean off her ass with some Wendy’s napkins (which are fucking useless) I had stuffed in the center console. She probably thanked me in her head. I end up laying back in my corner of the back seat and she sits up and does the same. We sit there quietly for a few minutes before I break the silence. “Well…That happened.”

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