Reconnecting with Your Tomboy Childhood Best Friend

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Oh fuck, is he here already? Dude, holy shit, it's actually you! Oh fuck you, dude, I obviously knew you were coming, jackass! I just meant, I still couldn't believe you were back in town, man, I mean, it's been five years! And here you show up, looking like a model.

You've really filled out, man. I'm not the little pipsqueak I used to tease all the time anymore. I definitely remember that face, though.

That's still the exact same. Guess some things never change, huh? Yeah, go on in, dude.

Yeah, so this is my digs, what do you think? Not bad, huh? Yeah, I know, pretty proud of it.

Man, everything you see has a story to it, like this little side table, look familiar to you? Exactly, Mrs Jones' house! I kept it from our little fort after it got demolished.

We were such brats, dude, we wouldn't stop asking about it at that garret sale, just kept trying to get her to just give it to us. That poor woman. My allowance was Jolly Ranchers and marbles back then, dude, how the hell was I supposed to come up with 40 bucks?

I don't remember you being able to pay for it either, numbnuts. Exactly, so shut up! Anyway, after we started getting our grubby little mitts on the displays and shit, she practically threw it at us, told us to fuck off.

Boy, it sure was hard getting it up that treehouse. Yeah, I know, all that dumb jump roof we had to use. We were nothing if not creative, I'll give our child selves that.

So yeah, I kept it, and it actually matches the decor and shit, I've been really getting into interior design lately and just, uh, just trying to find some hobbies, you know? Not much happens around here anymore and I got a lot of free time on my hands right now. Yeah, you caught me, that's yours, dude.

Yeah, look man, I told you I wanted it when we first started hanging out and stuff. It's your fault for not treating me like I wanted. Your head for my cards, it was a fair deal, damnit! Yeah, that was before I got my hooks into ya.

I don't know if you remember but that was a time you would have done anything for me. Hey, don't just take it out on me, I seem to remember a scrawny little brat following me around everywhere trying to impress me, who wouldn't take advantage of that? I also recall a time period I spent trying to get you to do the opposite, you're the one that changed my mind.

Oh, you're getting mushy on me, dude. Yeah, whatever. But yeah, I'm glad I didn't too.

Oh, and by the way, you can, like, make yourself at home and stuff. Sit wherever you want. Put your feet up on the table or whatever.

Tap dance on the ceiling, dude, I don't care. It's just so cool that I get to see you again, seriously. But wow, I wasn't expecting you to, you know, look so different.

Oh yeah? You're talking nonsense, dude, I'm still the same. Okay then, so what's so different about me? Oh, finally grown some tits.

Fuck you, dude, you pervert. Okay, okay, look. Okay, what we're not going to fucking do is dredge up old shit like that, alright? Fucking senior year dumbest fucking inside joke, I swear to God, you're my fucking cop size.

Yeah, I don't care if I started it, they're my fucking boobs, I can make fun of them all I want. 18 years of bitching about them and I finally fucking accept that I won't have a chest like that slut Sarah Mills you used to give poppy eyes to. And then suddenly I turn 19 and my body decides, fuck it, have some tits.

And boom, double D's. Yeah, don't look like you're too upset about it. Stop ogling me, weirdo.

You aren't the one that has to carry these things around. Available for support, yeah, I bet. Jesus, dude, you're obviously pent up if you're hitting on me.

I learned long ago that I wasn't exactly your type. Hey, you're right. You got quiet on me.

If it's about my boobs, dude, it's cool. I wasn't offended. And as weird as it was, it was actually kind of our joke.

Believe me. I got you back plenty of times, shrimpy. Oh, now you want to stop walking down memory lane.

Yeah, okay. Jokes aside, I mean it. I'm really happy to see you.

Anyway, what have you been up to, man? Tell me everything. Spare no detail.

Okay, yeah, I see you. Got yourself a good job through the next ER sale we hit. We won't have to talk them into giving us their end tables for free.

Hell, maybe we'll get a job. No, but seriously, I'm really proud of you, you know? You did exactly what you said you would in our senior year.

At least one of us knew our future. Hmm? Oh, come on, dude.

You don't need to tiptoe around that. I mean, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. I mean, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.

I mean, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Dude, you don't need to tiptoe around that. Do I fucking look like a pro soccer player to you? I, uh.

.. No, God, don't start with your self-pitying shit, alright? I fucked up.

I threw myself completely into it. I swore up and down I would make it into the MLS, dude. I swear I could taste it.

That undefeated season, man, it just inflated my head. My college choices, grants, everything was centered around it. I was going to make it if it was the last thing I did.

And then I broke my ankle. Yeah, I know. It was really fucking terrible.

Doc said it was one of the worst breaks he'd seen for someone my age. Said my career was done before it even started and I was lucky I didn't completely pulverize most of my tendons. Colleges weren't too keen on taking me on after that, and if I'd listened to you, I would have had a backup plan.

Instead, when you tried to explain it to me, I kind of blew up on you and, you know. .. You were just trying to look out for me.

Dude, look, years ago or not, I regretted how we left things. Just let me fucking apologize, Dan. I'm sorry.

I missed you a lot. You have no idea. Oh, um.

.. Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for? Kissing me on the cheek like that.

Well, I just. .. It definitely did cheer me up, I guess.

You know, I wasn't expecting it, man. You can't just kiss the hoomies goodnight like that without some warning, is all. But, again, I'm not complaining or anything.

It was nice. No, I'm fine. Relax, dude, it's alright.

It was just a little pack on the cheek. I just wasn't expecting it. If I was upset, you'd know.

You, um. .. You can kiss me whenever you want, you know.

I mean, I, uh. .. Look, that kind of came out wrong.

What I mean is you don't have to tiptoe around me. We go way back. You can touch me whenever you want.

Look, I mean. .. That's not what I meant either, I just.

.. Oh, is something funny? You're enjoying yourself, asshat.

Oh, fuck you, dude, I am not swooning. Prude? Who are you? You're a fucking prude virgin, you dumbass.

Such a fucking dork, you know that. Come into my house, kiss me, and call me a prude. Ugh, I hate you.

Um, we'll talk. Look, I'm getting some vibes off you. And I'm like five seconds from kissing you.

So if that's not something you're interested in, speak now or forever hold your pi- Ugh. Fuck. That was.

.. Do that again. Ugh.

Oh, God. Mm. Mm.

Fuck. I meant what I said. You can touch me.

Free reign. Wherever you want. Just.

.. Really need to feel your hands on me. My legs.

I wish I could say I was surprised. You always did love to ogle them. Especially when I'd wear those tiny little shorts that hug my ass on hips and chew every inch of them.

Exactly like the ones I'm wearing now. Here. I'll put them in your lap so you can really enjoy them.

But you'd love that, wouldn't you? Go on. Help your best friend with a nice leg massage.

Mm. Oh, God, that's nice. You've got magic hands, dude.

Mm. Fuck, I could get used to this. Mm.

Yeah, I bet you could. In fact, I can feel your proof poking into my leg. Looks like you could use a hand as well.

What type of friend would I be if I didn't help you? Damn, dude. You fuck with this thing.

Fuck, you feel like a stone. I. ..

I need to see it. Slide your pants off. I need to see what you've been keeping from me.

Go on. Mm. Hm? Why am I kneeling on the ground? What do you think, dumbass? I want to suck you off.

Unless you don't want me. Ha ha. Put those puppy eyes away.

I'm kidding, buck. It was so easy to tease you, doc. Seriously, just.

.. I mean. ..

Fucking look at this. You've had a perfect dick. Like this.

And you've been hiding it from me. All this time. That's really fucked up, dude.

Sharing is caring. Yeah, well, if I'd known, I definitely would've fucked you a lot sooner. Made you forget all about that slut, Sarah.

Mm. Oh, fuck. Mm.

You like that? Hm? Yeah, I can fucking tell.

You're twitching a little, that place. Mm, you better hold your calm, too. I haven't had my fun yet.

Wouldn't be surprised if you were a quick shot. Chill, chill. I'm just fucking around.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Yes. Mm.

Mm. Oh, fuck, man. Mm.

Tastes so fucking good. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Yes.

Mm. Oh, fuck, such a perfect cock. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Ah.

It's like your cock was made to be sucked. Mm. Ah.

Mm. Mm. Ah, fuck.

Mm. Mm. Holy shit.

Still wet right now. Ah. Feels so good in my mouth, too.

Like, holy shit. Mm. Mm.

What? I'm just trying to talk dirty. Don't you guys love that? Mm.

Mm. What? You don't want to hear how good your pre-cum tastes? Mm.

Because it does taste really good. Mm. Mm.

I drink this shit every day before my morning run, not to mention your actual co- What? Stop laughing, asshat. It's good protein.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. That's what I thought. Just sit back.

Mm. While I worship your hot dick. Mm.

Mm. What? Why did you stop me? You want to come inside of me, huh? Ah.

I mean, honestly, I kind of got lost with blowing you, but yeah, sure. I was planning on letting you, you know, at some point tonight, cream-pie me. Sorry.

Anyway, we should probably get completely naked, right? Pretty sure that's how this works. Mm.

Told ya. Can't call me tiny anymore, can ya? Fuck, I guess neither can I.

Nice abs, dude. I can't wait to feel them pressed against my stomach when I sit on that fat fucking dick of yours. Mm.

I see you like it when I talk dirty. Mm. Spread your legs for me, baby.

I'm going to ride you like a bike. I'm going to love every second. Oh, fuck.

This is so hot. Grinding against your cock, lubricating it with my juices. Oh.

You like that? Fuck, you look possessed. I guess I'll stop teasing you before you bust an artery or some shit.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, you feel so fucking good inside me.

Damn, dude, like, seriously.