A few years back, I worked in the service industry. You know how it is. Most everyone who worked there was out-of-towners, all trying to figure out their new big-city lives, and looking for their people. So, as one does when you’re young, you end up spending a lot of time partying with your work friends.

Worked hard all week, then: bars, events, and parties all weekend, every weekend. Pretty much anything that included alcohol. We did a lot as a group. One girl particularly, her and I really hit it off. She was certainly my best friend at that time in my life; after only a few months. I also wasn’t blind to the fact that she was petite, with a big thick ass, and I had sheepishly gotten off to her a few times, but, through past experience, I was a subscribed to the notion, ‘don’t shit where you eat’. I also didn’t want to make on a friend, and misread the situation. As it turns out, she had other plans. This story is further proof that I’m only human, and have a weakness for sexy blondes with thick asses and small waists. Can you imagine?

So, there we are, a 15-or so, person group, at one of our usual hangouts (The Imperial) after a long week of work. Swapping war stories, getting loose, and having our usual fun. As always, I’m sitting with ‘my girl’(MG) and like usual, as the drinks flow, we had a tendency to get a little flirty, and the tension builds.I know this song and dance, and I’m happy with it. I figure I'll head home, jack off to the sexual- tension, and go to sleep. Not this time.

As the night winds down, and we all head our separate ways, she asks if I’d like to walk home. Sure, it’s always nice to clear your head a bit after a few drinks. We both lived off of Queen West, and she lived before me, along the way. I could drop her off at home safe, and be on my way. We head out, and get to crossing Nathan Phillip Square. If you aren’t from Toronto, it’s the big open square with the big T-O-R-O-N-T-O sign. We’re making our pilgrimage, and she says she wants to sit down for a minute. It’s a really beautiful night, as I remember, so it was nice to just take our time getting home in the nice cool air, a bit tipsy.

We sit on the back of the sign, facing town-hall. We’re talking about god knows what, just chatting. The conversation just suddenly dies, and we’re just kind of staring at each other. We all know this moment. We’re silently doing emotional-math in our head, trying to figure out if it’s a good idea. Well, her calculator must have been working faster than mine, because she goes for it. We start aggressively making out. I love making out. It’s a building block to passionate sex. Just this massive release of passion, tension, and pent-up sexual energy. I didn’t give a shit about the potential fallout. We’re sloppy kissing, hands ravaging each other, but still, there was an acute awareness that we’re outside, in Downtown Toronto. There are usually at least a few stragglers about. At an instant, she stops. Shit. Being Canadian -‘sorry, everything ok?’ She looks at me, with the sexiest eyes, and bites her bottom lip. She rolls her lip in her teeth. She’s back to calculating. Calculating what, I don’t know. I’m hoping it’s not a rounding error (math joke).

She grabs for my belt. She leans in to kiss me while she frantically paws at my crotch. She finally gets my dick out, looks at me, and says ‘I fucking knew you were big.’ I admit, I love a bit of cock worship. She gets on her knees, takes it in her hand, and inspects it. She gives it a hard squeeze and looks up at me. ‘Jesus Christ. Thick’ She smiles at me from her knees, eager and pleased by the confirmation of her assumption. She starts slow, using both of her tiny hands to start me off. I’m breathing deeply, stuck in our own world at this point. We could have been on Budweiser Stage at this point and I don’t think I would have noticed the crowd.
My dick is absolutely throbbing at this point. I love how big my dick gets when I’m throbbing. She quickly grabs a hair tie from her wrist, shakes her hair out, and puts it back into a ponytail. I absolutely love that move. It makes me weak. I know what’s coming. She latches on, mouth first. uack-uack-uack. My favourite sound.

There is nothing like a blowjob from built-up tension. It hits different. Especially when it’s your sexy friend, that you’ve been jacking off to at home. One I would have never dared to make a move on. It’s better than I could have even imagined. Sloppy, wet, slutty, and a bit taboo. I realize now, MG has a wild side, and I’m seeing it on full display. So, there she goes. Her rhythm builds, gagging a bit but not slowing down, spit drooling down onto the pavement. She even throws a moan of satisfaction here and there. The type of blowjob you only get from women that absolutely love sucking dick. She stops for a breath, ‘ Is it ok?’ I must have looked like an idiot. My eyes are bulging out of my head, breathing deeply and I just nod, and give her a breathy, laugh. ‘Yea’. She keeps jacking me off. Looking up at me, with her other hand, MG reaches down the front of her denims, and into her panties. She pulls out a dripping mess on her fingers. ‘Gagging makes me squirt sometimes.

I think my eyes rolled into the back of my head. ‘I’m gonna cum’. The rush just flew through my body, so unexpectedly. I was so turned on. MG threw her pussy juice, as a quick-fix lube, onto my dick, and leaned into me quickly, to tongue my balls while she jacked me off. Strong, powerful, and fast grip. I unloaded a huge amount of cum; shot right over her shoulder onto the pavement. I just kept cumming. Huge thick strands felt like they were flying 6 feet as she pumped me until I was done. As a lover of facials, I would have killed to have seen the accumulation of that much cum on her face, but you don’t just surprise someone with a facial. Especially your best friend.

I slumped back into a pile. I realized, I was sitting against the big O in ’Toronto’. So, that’s fun. The first O, if you were wondering.

Anyway, she got up, wiped her hands on my pants, and sat next to me. I put my arm around her for a moment, and we made out a bit more. Gently. We were both exhausted. ‘Let’s go home’ ‘What about you?’ ( I also love eating pussy and never miss the chance). ‘Let’s save it, I’m tired, and my throat hurts a bit now.’ I bet it did. So, I walked her home. It was never weird between us. In fact, things ramped up, and we got into some pretty wild situations. More on that later.