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“So, how is Val doing, Rich?”, you ask me, inquiring about my girlfriend as usual. I sensed that something was up. You are my best friend and we have been buds for years, but ever since I started dating Val you have been paying closer attention. I had seen you staring at her a couple of times, but let it off. She was definitely a looker. Her hair is brownish blonde (I dislike the term dirty blonde) and hangs down to her shoulders, her eyes are green and she has a beautiful face. She has a long, slender neck, round shoulders, gorgeous collar bones. She has a toned, athletic body, nice curves including a nice round ass, but what really stands out is her tits, which are 36 D cups. I had noticed you take a glance or two down her top, but again didn’t make a big deal about it.
“She’s doing great, Tom. We are both doing really well”, I reply.
“Great, great!!!”, you say, although I sense you are holding something back.
“Why?”, I ask after a short silence.
“Well, she is quite a looker”, you say with a grin.
“Ummm, thank you”, I say, rolling my eyes.
“What is the sex like?”, you ask openly. I shrug my shoulders and look at you. “You guys haven’t had sex yet?!, you reply with a dumbfounded look on your face. “I would have banged her within a week.” “We have only been dating for a few weeks”, I say. “We have strong feelings for each other and I don’t want to ruin it by going to fast. Besides, not all girls are in it for a quick bang. Some of them actually want to have feelings first”, I say in defense. I ignore you as you roll your eyes. As the more typical male, you have never understood my peculiar sensitivities. I had long since lost my virginity, but mostly excluded sex to girlfriends and always waited until the right moment, which was another term that made you roll your eyes. I was as taken a back by how many sexual partners you have had as you were at how “few” I had had. While you were in the double digits, Val was going to be my fifth. I defended myself, arguing that if I did sleep with Val it would be because I love her. This made you roll your eyes even more.
“Well, you have at least groped those titties haven’t you?”, you inquire. “Well, yeah”, I reply, shifting my weight, uncomfortable with the word grope.. “I wouldn’t call it groping. We have made out and she let me play with them then”, I say matter of factly. This seems to appease you, at least for the moment.
I grab us two more beers during a commercial, and then we sit down as the game comes back on.
“I really wish I knew what those tits of hers felt like”, you say. My eyes widen and my face flushes red. But as I look over at you something comes over me. On second thought, the idea sounds almost a little bit of a turn on. If nothing more it would leave me feeling like the king of the hill, knowing that she was mine and mine alone, while you just looked on.
“Alright”, I reply. “I’ll see what I can do”. You grin as we turn back to the game.
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I am awake, but my eyes are not ready to open. I feel the mattress pushed down behind me and I know that I must have rolled away during the night and you, being the cuddler you are, are taking me back as your human teddy bear captive. I can’t complain though, as I feel your touch as your body comes into contact with mine. You are wearing your favorite pajama pants and you insisted on wearing one of my tshirts, although it is ridiculously big on you. I feel the warmth of the fabric of your pajama pants on my legs as you wrap your top leg over my own, and I try not to moan when your large, braless breasts squash against my back through your tshirt as your right arm pulls me to you.