This story is about one my longtime friends we’ll call Anne. Anne and I became friends when we rode the bus to high school every day. I had a massive crush on her for ages, but we never ended up dating. However, we did fool around off and on for years, and this story takes place over a holiday when we’d both come back to our hometown to visit family over Christmas. We were probably 24 or 25.
Anne is drop-dead gorgeous with pale, milky skin, bright green eyes, and long, wavy brown hair. She was also a dancer and as a result had the hottest, firm, shapely, creamy white thighs I have ever seen and a perfectly round ass to match. I used to practically drool as I watched her walk to the bus with her school uniform kilt hiked well up above mid-thigh.
On this particular evening, we were supposed to meet up at the local dive near where I was staying at my parents’ place. Anne called me before I left though to tell me it was closed and suggest we hang at my place. At the time I bought it but in hindsight I think she lied bc she was horny and wanted to get in my pants.