*All characters are over the age of 18. This is my first publish, so let me know how it is. Response is appreciated. Enjoy a fragment of my imagination.*
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EDIT- I have had some negative comments on this story from some users. I'll just say, those who like it, like it. I don't care who gave negative responses, because not everyone's mind is the same. Replying specifically, yes one can appreciate the physical features of their best friend and secretly lust after them. I really don't care about those responses, if you don't like it it's not my fault, it's you who doesn't seem to get along. P.S.- Love all of you who added this one as your favorite. Much love.
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It was summer. Kenzie had invited me over to chill. Her house was a 10-minute walk from my place. She was my best friend since freshman year. I left my house at 11 and started walking. I began thinking about Kenzie. She had a dusky complexion and a small but thick frame. A height of 5'3" (160 cms) and curves at the perfect places made her breedable.
I had watched her grow over the years from a girl into a woman. Her bra size must be 38D. Her but was bubbly. In all, her assets bounced all the time. Sometimes she would sport a deep cleavage. She had black hair below the shoulder length and big eyes. And an hourglass figure.
She maintained it all through athletics. Once I had seen her performing, bent down completely such that her boobs touched above her knees. I had fantasized about fucking her in that position. It would turn me on when she would sit across me at school, putting one leg over the other as girls do. Seeing her thick butt and thighs from behind was one of the best things in my life. It got me through many tough nights.
I reached her house and rang the bell. Her mom answered and we exchanged greetings.
"Welcome, Stephan. She must be in her room. Make yourself at home."
"Thank you, Mrs. Dawson." And I proceeded towards her room. It was the last from in the passageway, from down the hall to the right.
I knocked. No answer. I let myself in. It was okay to do so. I entered and closed the door behind me. I sat on the bed. Across the other side of the bed to my right was the bathroom door. The shower was running. She was showering. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind.
"She's naked in there. Is she masturbating? Does she use the showerhead or her hands? Is she pinching her nipples? Does she squirt?"
I touched the bedsheets around me. Does she masturbate in the bed? At what time? Has she moaned into these pillows here? Lust filled me.
I looked around and saw the cupboards and the wardrobe. What was inside the closet? Sexy dresses? Maybe. Underwear? Bras and panties? Personal products? Slutty thongs? Bikinis? The answers lied just a few feet away.
I snapped back to reality when the shower stopped.
"There she comes." I thought.
The door opened, she stood there, rinsing her hair, her eyes covered by them. I had a look at her. She was only wearing black panties. The panties smoothly disappeared between her thick thighs.
"How must she feel the fabric against her pussy lips?" I wondered.
The towel covered her robust chest. In a moment, she saw me sitting right across.
"Stephan!" She turned around.
I got a clear view of her backside now. The hourglass figure. The thick butt and thighs. The cheeks ate away her panties.
"Let me wear something at least." She walked to the closet in front of me and dropped the towel. I could make out the outline of her heavy bosom. She opened the closet and took out the black bra.
While wearing it and hooking the bra at back she said, "I usually stay topless or naked in my room but I have to maintain decency today. Hahaha." and finally turned around.
She smiled and started coming towards the bed. She sat right next to me. I could feel the after-shower heat emanating from her.
"My mom let you in, didn't she?" She asked.
"Yes." I answered, looking everywhere else but towards her.
"Woah are you uncomfortable? Like you've never seen my boobs." She joked.
"You do sport a cleavage sometimes but nothing more than that." I said.
"Look at me!" she said. I didn't
"Look at me!" Again
I did.
She shrugged her shoulders and jiggled her boobs. It was a sight to behold. She started laughing then.