Friends to Fiends - Part I

I met Sam a long time ago, right around the pandemic

She was always something to look at. Crystal blue eyes, raven black hair, a perfect smile and long legs that led you to her slender waist and addictive hips

It was a surprise to find her at a metal concert… girls like her don’t usually take to this kind of music, but Sam was different. Sam was fiercely herself and didn’t care what anyone had to say about it. Maybe that’s what attracted me to her the most

We were friends… we’d go to concerts together, text day and night, even meet up for dinner every once in a while. The topic of dating would come up, and I’d (secretly) begrudgingly hear about whoever she was seeing at the time, not necessarily wanting a relationship with her myself, but hating that someone else was experiencing the sculpture of her body and I wasn’t

That was until I got that text

Sam would send me hot photos of herself in dresses and bikinis and lingerie every once in a while. She’d also comment on things I said being hot, and never liked any of the girls I was dating… I had a suspicion that she was trying to get my attention, but was never all too confident of it. After all, she was a year older than me, and had a preference for older guys. Nonetheless, one day she sent me a photo that was a little too hot to ignore; her in black stockings and black laced lingerie. I couldn’t help myself - I told her exactly how she made me feel

“You’re honestly so hot, Sam… I’m only human. You make me want to hold you down and taste every inch of your skin before I fuck you like a doll and tell you how much you turn me on”

It was a risky message…

But her reply sent me over the moon.

“Well Dino, we have a conundrum. You’re my friend, but I I think I want to have sex with you?”

I could hardly believe it. This woman I’ve fantasised about for months, who I’d ruled out from being into me, who I thought only had desire for someone else, wanted my body exactly as I wanted hers. She even later admitted to having felt this way for a month.

On and on, we went back and forth planning when we could see each other throughout our busy schedules. We had planned to meet on a Saturday night, and quickly became enthralled by our fantasies

I told her “I want you on your knees for me, face on the bed, ass in the air and your hands behind your back in one of my hands as I spank that perfect ass with the other and call you my little whore for the night. I want to hear you moaning as I thrust into that perfect little pussy until the inside of your pussy’s memorised every vein in my cock”

Sam sent another text that blew me away…

“I’ll be seeing you before Saturday, I don’t care how busy you are”

Let me know if you’d like to know what happened next in a part 2 ;)