Hillary had been dating Ryan for a couple of years and things were serious, as serious as they could be between two people just barely out of high school. They had intentions of marriage and it seemed to be the road they were traveling. Like any travel, however, they had their share of detours, but they found their way back each and every time. Hillary was a stunning blonde with hypnotic blue eyes. She looked like California, even though she had always lived in the Midwest. Fit, slim, tan, toned, but curvy in all the right places. She stood 5'8" had full, perfectly shaped breasts that stood up and out as if they were trying to jump out at you. Her legs were long and although she was slim, they had shape. Hillary's ass was to the say the least something to stare at. Full and round but not too big. She filled a pair of jeans better than anyone. Ryan was tall and lanky, about 6'5" and had a beard. Much to Hillary's delight Ryan also had a large long cock. They just seemed to fit, both in bed and out.
Ryan had a best friend, a friend since grade school, his name was also Ryan but everyone called him by his last name, Angel. A byproduct of the fact that more times than not the Ryans were together and to not designate one of them something else would lead to the inevitable "Who's on first" routine. Angel in contrast to Ryan stood just over 5'6" and was slim as well. As was often the case in the summer, Ryan and Angel were hanging out and Hillary was there as well. Angel's was sort of seeing a girl named Tracy and she was there as well. The four did what most young people do, played cards, and drank laughed, reveled in their youth. They also played Truth or Dare, which led to such crazy dares as the boys running out on the street naked, the girls lifting their shirts and even the girls kissing. After a while, the revelry began to wane and alternate ideas were thrown about. "Let's do this, let's do that" that familiar banter we've all engaged in to squash the impending boredom that is lapping at our shores.
