First I have to precursor this story by stating that every single part of it is entirely true.
My best friend and I have always been close, since we met at the age of five and grown up together. He and I had been in band, had dated the same girls, camped drunk, partied and made a good time of it. This story begins just after he and I had turned 18. At the time he had just broken up with his long-term girlfriend Lexie.
Lexie was an absolutely stunning. At near 6ft tall with long legs and the frame of an athlete she would have been stunning without her 32E breast which sat firmly on her chest she had long brown curly hair and a mischievous smile which always intrigued me
. According to my best friend she was also something of a nymphomaniac, having woken up a couple of times to find himself having sex with her. Apparently her reaction being "well it was awake even if you weren't".
In all honest I can't understand why they broke up.
One evening about a month after they break up we were sat in my lounge him and I when he got a text from lexie. She lived only five minutes walk from my house and wondered if she could come round. My friend and I chatted about it and decided the dust had settled so why not especially as our beer reserves were running short and she had claimed to be armed with a bottle of Vodka.