We've been friends for as long as I can Remember. We shared our toys as kids, we played for hours at the local park, We took each other to prom because neither of us could find a date. We figured we'd be Best Friends Forever.

Until that one night, where it changed to something Greater.

I remember it like it was Yesterday. You called me one evening, sobbing your eyes out. It turns out some punk you found on Tinder had stood you up, leaving you alone and sad. You asked me to let you stay at my place, saying you didn't want to be alone. I agreed, and 15 minutes later you knocked on my door, makeup running down your face from crying. i let you in and you sat on the couch and cried to me for 30 minutes, stating how it's your first date in 2 years, and you were wondering if you're unattractive. I said that you were one of the most beautiful women I knew, and that it was only a matter of time until you found the person that's right for you.

You asked if I loved you. I said yes. and fifteen minutes later, you were on your knees, with me thrusting my manhood into you. It took a month for me to build up the courage to tell you that you took my virginity that night.

From that moment onward, we had sex whenever one of us was in the mood. We agreed that while our feelings for each other weren't romantic in any way, we were fantastic in bed and that it was just a mutual scratching of an itch.

That was two years ago now, and i must've brought you to orgasm at least a hundred times, and cum in you at least as many.

except today, where you called me with a sense of urgency. I figured that you were just horny again, so I set out, wondering what position you would choose this time. Only when i got there, did i realize you were summoning me for a different matter. This time, you gave me a box, inside is a little stick with 2 blue lines on it...

This is my first post on this subreddit, so forgive me if it's a bit verbose.