[MF] [MMF] Ann round two. My crazy, hot friend. A quick side story, but then we had a drunk threesome out of town. It didn’t go great for me, but I’ll never forget it.

My first Ann story can be found in my post history. On mobile, I don’t know how to link but will edit later when I figure it out.

And this is SUPER LONG because there’s a middle story. Threesome is WAY down below.

The BACKGROUND: I finally got to have sex with a friend I’d been lusting after for years. We were both bartenders and definitely lived the lifestyle of partying several nights a week. We had lots of free time, disposable cash, and badass attitudes. She was a total fucking bombshell. Crazy as fuck. 5’7”, maybe 105 lbs tops. Long brown hair, very slim frame. Tight ass, perfect tits. I think C cup, but in retrospect mayyyybe a B cup that looked bigger on her small frame. Didn’t matter – they were perfect. So perfect. Little pink nipples. Her tits were perky, “retroussé”, I think they’re called? Beautiful face. Eyes that could destroy you. She always reminded me of a white Rihanna. Sexy and sultry. She was a 9 all day, and she knew exactly the effect she had on guys.

[MF] My years of lusting after my hot, crazy friend finally went my way.

This was years ago in the Midwest. I’m pushing 40 now but I still think about this night like once a week. I’ll call her Ann. I would’ve been 25 at the time. She was 26. I’ve known her since high school, she was my best friend’s sister. Total party girl, very hot. Very slim frame, probably 5’7”, brunette, C cup tits that looked unbelievable on her slender body, nice little ass, eyes that could just flatten a guy. Her tits were so perfect, I’d later find out. Perky with tiny pink nipples. She always wore a bra one size too small to keep them perky. I don’t know if that actually works, but it seemed to for her. We weren’t college-types, just working class people who happened to be pretty good looking. She was a 9, I was maybe an 8 at best.

And she was wild – nightclub bartender, a little crazy, big drinker, which always led to excitement, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Sometimes we’d laugh for hours and briefly make out, sometimes she’d start a fight with someone. You never knew what you’d get that night. Total smokeshow though, sultry. Her entire vibe would be like a white Rihanna.