You and I had been friends for years - just friends. Nothing more. A chance encounter in middle school had led to a rock-solid camaraderie built on mutual geekiness, awkwardness and generally quietly enjoying each other's company.

It seemed inevitable to everyone around us that we would end up dating in our teens, we were so close.

But we both missed that boat. We finished high school, both as awkward single pringles. Maybe in college, then?

No such luck. Despite rooming together for three years, no exciting developments occurred. Of course, at some point we had started to notice each other - we were human, after all - but neither of us were sure how (or if we even wanted) to take that further.

So before we knew it, there we were. Early twenties, graduated, eternally single and inexperienced, hopelessly awkward nerds that everyone around us was wishing would hurry and hook up already.

Neither of us were supermodels. We weren't bad-looking, we just both carried a few extra pounds - just enough to be noticeable, really - and we weren't super great dressers. Your hair was often a bit of a bird's nest and mine stuck up awkwardly, and most of the time we could be found lounging around playing video games or reading in sweatpants and hoodies.

Actually, speaking of sweatpants… that's where the trouble began. You see, both of us had certain physical gifts that would have made us remarkably popular in certain circles if news got out. You had gotten awfully good over time at hiding your rather large chest and dynamite hips in baggy sweatshirts, layered flannels and loose t-shirts, sensing the need to stave off unwanted attention.

I, on the other hand… was a bit more careless. At least around the apartment. It didn't occur to me that when I sat a certain way, you could see the outline through my grey sweatpants of a thick, burly cock laying down one leg at least seven inches soft.

I didn't even notice how your eyes were often glued to it against your will, losing lives in Mario or missing things I said due to distraction.

I certainly couldn't know that you locked yourself in your room at night and burrowed under the covers, pumping your fingers hungrily in and out of your soaked pussy, pinching your erect nipples as you started to wonder what it would feel like to have that thing fill you up.

No more than you could know, of course, that I spent the same evenings locked in my own room, my fist wrapped around my thick, pulsing shaft, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out as I shot load after voluminous load to the secret memory of that one time I'd glimpsed you wearing only a towel as you dashed back into your room from the shower.

I might just have been in love with my best friend, but how on Earth was I supposed to do anything about it?

Without realising it, tensions began to rise. As if hitting puberty ten years too late, we began to tiptoe around each other for no real reason. We somehow managed to never catch the other staring and sighing, though there was plenty of that going on. With our lack of experience, neither of us really knew how to make a move and overcome the awkwardness - which both of us could feel, but neither of us could interpret fully.

What gives first? I'd like there to be a bit of teasing and brainstorming before we go right into it, but I do see this RP getting pretty hot and heavy pretty fast. Perhaps you start wearing slightly less lumpy clothes around the flat; perhaps I stage an ‘accidental’ towel walk of my own; perhaps there's some amusing hijinks; or maybe our other friends just get sick of it and push us together.

Ultimately, I would like this to turn into a relationship that is both sex-fuelled and really cute. We're both wholesome awkward nerds, after all, but you have tits nearly as big as your head and I've got a dick that’s big enough to slide between them and come out the other side. In other words: Big, a tad unrealistic, but nothing insane or hyper. As we fumble around and get used to each other’s bodies, I'd like it if we develop or involve some of the following kinks:

• Absolutely massive loads of cum, frequent and messy

• Breast play a must - groping, kissing, sucking, nipple play, a bit of hypersensitivity perhaps?

• A range of fun sex positions, from mating press to cowgirl and everything in between

• Getting bolder and more precocious, risking sex outside or where others could catch us, under tables, on the phone etc

• Being a little more elastic than is realistic. Again, this doesn't have to be anything crazy, but I kinda want to just smooth over the impracticalities of back pain, agonising cervix pounding and the like (though if you're into that in a non-pain-related way, let's focus on it!)

• Breeding. Maybe we use condoms at first because we're sensible young people, but the feeling of a thick load of cum rushing straight into your womb from a pulsing cockhead is just too good to pass up for either of us.

• Oral both ways. It's not really a kink, but I just fucking love it.

• Praise and lavish dirty talk. We might be kind of bad at this at first, but nothing gets me harder than a vocal, receptive partner

• Cuteness, sweetness, gentle teasing, foreplay, aftercare, kissing, headpats, hand-holding, cuddling, cock warming, all this kind of sweet and intimate stuff.

Limits include anal, pain, cheating, cuckold, furries, animals, toilet play.

As far as character details, we can discuss those further in PM. I've already written too much and I wanted to keep this under 1000 words, so drop me a line.

x Alex