(Yes, it’s long. But good stories often are. All * names have been changed to protect people’s anonymity. Skip to the *** if you don’t want backstory, but you’ll miss the context. And there’s more than one round of sexytimes involved.)
So let me tell you about Candy*.
She’s fucking hot.
Okay, a little more? Candy is about 5’10”. She’s done a lot of modeling, including some nude modeling. Early 30s. (A few years younger than me.) She’s got amazing long legs, perfect and sexy from a decade plus of dance. She’s thin, gorgeous, a mix of ethnic background that makes her turn heads even in a t-shirt and denim shorts and no makeup, a +3 ass of perfection, and beautiful 34-B boobs that don’t need a bra.
So, to sum up, Candy makes guys drool.
She’s also my best friend. And my wingman.
And make no mistake, I am not oblivious to how sexy my best friend is, but from the moment we met we’ve just bonded as friends. She can totally be just one of the guys. She can fart and burp with the best of us. She’ll point out the hot server at Friday’s to me in case I missed her.