I had a huge crush on one of my good friends, Dina, in college. We were close, often talking openly about our sexual experiences and encouraging one another during hookups and one night stands (I once got her a BJ from her, but thats a story for another day.) At some point, I began developing romantic feelings for Dina. I asked her out, and she shot me down, claiming we were better off as friends. I was hurt, but accepted it. Maybe Dina was right. Maybe we WERE better off as friends. Even then, our relationship had a high sexual charge. We liked talking about sex, and if we went out to a party she’d often be sitting on my lap by the end of the night, passinf a bowl back and forth and flirting with one another or making dirty jokes. But we never ever fucked.
Dina had a great ass, and I never missed the chance to let her know. On really drunk nights, I’d sometimes pinch her butt or give her a smack on her cheeks. She’d giggle at me, or admonish me for being “BAD.” She had a really promiscuious streak and I loved it when she told me stories of her colorful sexual escapades.