Rachel was the first real slut I’d ever encountered. She was my step sister’s best friend and was always at the house growing up. Rachel was the first girl I truly lusted after. I’ll never forget the first time she bent over in front of me; her red g-string riding her hips above her jeans. I was in love. Obligatory: Everyone is 18 in this story.
Naturally, I was friend-zoned because of her friendship with my sister. It was agonizing to be near her through the times I was single and if I’m honest, the times I wasn’t either. We talked about everything, especially sex. She’d always tell me about who she fucked, where, when, the deets… Fuck, I wanted her.
Her first 2 years of college were wild. Tons of booze, drugs and cock. So much that it landed her in jail, hospital and rehab on a few different occasions. We reconnected after she moved back in with her parents during this rough patch. I helped her find a job and told her she was welcome to come to my college house whenever. We’d always been close but things were different. We started hanging out and things got romantic. She’d always tell me about her wild fucks with random guys but never wanted to flippantly cross that line with me. At the time, I was her rock. I smoked weed but kept no liquor in the house and was otherwise very anti drugs and party lifestyle . She needed to be away from the party life and sought regular refuge at my place.