My shy and innocent old friend who came back around looking bad af and dtf

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So, have I really not told you the story about my friend Amy just yet? Actually that's not going to work. I'm going to slip up somewhere along the way if I say Amy.

So we'll just go with her real name, Abby. I think it's about time I try to convey to all of you a story about Miss Abby and I's little tryst because if it turns anyone on 10% as much as it still turns me on to think about, then it will have been time well spent. So, Miss Abby and I had a slow burn from the time we first met until the time we first did the horizontal tango, as it were.

Abby had an older sister who had the attention of about every person interested in sisters in the whole network of people I knew. They were very different in a lot of ways. Sarah was loud and outgoing and warm and friendly and had a beaming smile.

They were both very petite, both probably about five feet, with big curly hair. But, you know, that's sort of where the similarities stopped. And Sarah had some stacked big titties and just sort of a lot of bouncy sex appeal.

And Abby was very, very shy. This is a little bit of a secret, not that many people know this, but one time at a get-together for Miss Abby's birthday, her older sister snuck me upstairs and she was good friends with Miss Babs, my first lover, and they were both open-minded explorers. And I believe we did like a, you know, without filling a sin swap, but the message that Sarah relayed to me to let me know she was acting on it was that Miss Babs had called her and said, give that boy some skins.

So she pulled me upstairs and held out her big, round, beautiful bouncy titties and let me titty fuck her and turned around and stuck her ass out and said, that's it, get it, get it, get it, get it before they miss you downstairs, get it, get it, get it before you gotta get back to my sister's birthday party, get it, get it, get it. And it was sexy as fuck, but it was a one and done. So there was that.

No hard feelings at this point either. But Miss Abby did have a crush on me for many, many years. And she was cool as hell.

I really enjoyed her friendship, but when she was younger, she just sort of had a not particularly sexual presence in the same way her sister did. Her sister had those big titties and that bouncy, sexy, bubbly personality. And Abby was shy and didn't have such big titties and kind of had a quiet, sort of mousy, bookish affect to her.

But we hung out a lot and we cuddled and stuff. I definitely kissed her from time to time, but nothing ever progressed past that. And then one day, I was home visiting my home area for a long weekend.

And who should I bump into at a local watering hole but Miss Abby? Looking good as hell. Looking way more.

That list of attributes I associated with her older sister. And her older sister was, of course, married with multiple kids to a gentleman that looked like he could fuck his way through a brick wall. So, you know, her oozing, bubbly sexuality was not seemingly going to waste, thank goodness.

But Miss Abby and I made quiet plans to get together and watch a movie in my parents' basement after bumping into each other at the bar. And even my mother, when she greeted her, exclaimed about how adorable and, you know, exclamation worthy she looked. She pulled me aside and said, you're not going to get yourself in trouble, are you? I didn't think I had to ask, but, you know, she looks so damn cute.

And I know you. You're not going to get yourself in trouble, are you? And I did have a, you know, relationship back home, but I've always operated and I seized the moment.

What's between two people is between two people sort of way. And later on, you know, I did disclose what went on there and even enjoy reading some sexy messages together with that third party partner. But for that evening, my old friend and I nervously passed the time watching a movie in the basement.

And just by virtue of the fact that we found ourselves in that same setting and her efforts to sit close to me and overall shyness and, you know, non-mention of another relationship, let me know that they would probably still be invited if we were to make out or kiss or touch or hold hands. And we did that throughout watching the movie, paying less and less attention as we went on because as my hands and my body and eyes and touched and discovered Miss Abby surely had to come into herself sexually. Those tits were looking stacked and round like her sister's and those hips had filled out.

And most surprisingly and enticingly, this is the movie we were watching and she leaned over and whispered in my ear, you should fuck me. And my jaw about hit the floor. Was this my bookish, mousy, nerdy little friend that had sent me home with blue balls because her father was a pastor and she believed in waiting and, you know, all that sort of thing?

Was this that same friend of mine? Which I absolutely respected and never pressured but it did teach me somewhere along the way that that was not where I was going to be getting skins. That was the sneak with her older sister at a very best.

But here she was, nuzzling into me and whispering into my ear, you should fuck me. You should fuck me. And I knew with how hard I got out quickly that it was a wrap.

I had to experience that. So I sort of scooped her up and drug her over onto my lap and started kissing her more aggressively and I was suddenly overtaken with such desire for her. My mousy, nerdy little friend with a pastor father.

She wanted me to fuck her. I asked her, so, you've been getting around? You've been giving that pussy out? This is not the first time I did it with Abby.

You've been being a bad girl? And she assured me, which was my sincere inquiry was to make sure that this was not a very first. And she let me know that, in fact, she herself had a boyfriend back at the city she lived in, but that she wanted the dick of her long desired crush and old friend.

And believe me, by this point I was brimming over with desire for her. So all we really had to do was drop down each of our respective pants and she had on this cute, green, velvety little thong. I pulled that down and tossed it aside haphazardly, kind of.

I ended up keeping it as a souvenir, too. I teased her and said I couldn't find it, even though she knew I could. I put it in my pocket because it just was so nice to see her tiny little, but totally sexually alive and vivacious body.

I scooched those underwear off and around one leg and then spread her petite but thick thighs wide. It really was some work to get her to sit that pussy down on my cock. She was tight and her eyes went wide and she said to me, Damn, you're fucking thick.

And I said to her, Damn, you're fucking tiny. And you're blowing my mind. I like this newfound expression and desire in my old friend.

Sit that pussy down, Amy. Sit that little pussy down. And she did.

She wiggled back and forth and spread her hips and legs and separated the lips. And she sat that little pussy down on my cock. And she was so petite and tiny that I was able to just bounce her up and down.

Using just my hands and the strength of my arms, I could really vigorously bounce her on my cock. And truth be told, it was kind of a quickie, but I was just exploding with near disbelief that my mousy, nerdy little friend was on my dick, riding away like a total slut. I could not believe it.

And even moreover, this part I could believe, but that pussy was bomb. Oh, my God. Who would have thought? The overlooked, nerdy pastor's daughter, everybody's friend but nobody's desired lover, struts in nonchalantly with this good-ass pussy.

I mean, that shit was tight. She was a little freak. And she wanted it.

And damn, did she come easily, too. She got me coming so quick. And when I did, I made up for any concerns about the length of time with how fucking hard I rubbed out a huge load of cum into that saucy, nerdy little friend-gone-wild pussy.