He had just gotten off the plane back from the big game, the first time his university had been to the playoffs and they had lost 24-21…a heartbreaker. During the game it was all he could not to think about his best friend. He was focused on the game yes, but he was also thinking about her. The way her wavy blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, the way her beautiful piercing blue eyes looked directly into his soul, the way her breasts sat perfectly on her chest, two hills that were the summit from an incredible journey that was her body. Her stomach was toned yet soft, (he only knew this from the countless naps he had taken laying on her) her thick, gorgeous hips were accompanied by thick thighs and a perfect ass that gave her a subtle, yet noticeable hour glass figure. A figure he could spend all day fantasizing about.

When he got home, he looked at his phone to see a text from her, “Hey where are you? I just got back from the bar and I’m bored, can I come over?” This was a normal thing as they spent a lot of time together. As always, it was his hope that this time he would get what he had always wanted, a chance to freeuse her. Nothing crazy, but oh how wonderful would it be to be stroking that perfect ass while she looked back and he gazed into those blue eyes, all while talking about how her day was. So he sent the message back “sure, come through” and in minutes she was at his front door.

When he opened the door he could tell that she was tipsy. Not drunk by any means and fully coherent, but she had an air about her that said she was feeling loose. She was wearing a white tank top with no bra. The kind that allowed her nipples to poke through like they were trying to escape their prison. He was also wearing light blue leggings that accentuated both her eyes and every curve of her beautiful lower body. Her waist, her hips, her perfect, round, ass. As she walked in she commented about how she was sorry that they had lost the game. With a flick of his hand he waved her off and said that it was fine but she knew him too well. She could tell that he was sad and frustrated. Walking over to him she got close and asked if there was anything she could to make it better. As she asked this she had slowly started to take off her leggings. After she did she laid down on the couch and turned on a movie. His mind started racing, there her ass was just sitting up perfectly, calling, begging him to come to it.

“You’ve had a long day, I know you could use a little stress reliever so here I am”, she said. “So come on and show me what you’re working with Mr. Sport, but don’t interrupt me while I’m watching my movie, it’s one of my favorites.” He had no intention of interrupting her movie, he was thinking about making his own.

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