High school was not fun times for me save for someone who remained in my mind.
I met my best friend Morgan in grade school. She shamed a 6th grade bully from beating me up in the schoolyard. We were both in 4th grade. We were basically inseparable after that. I had never had a ‘girl’ friend before. Though now that I look back on it, she was always a bit of what we used to call a tomboy. She liked to join the boys in sports. That made it easier.
As a plus, she was really good at my favorite sport: soccer. She had started on a team as a five-year-old, and was already the star of the local soccer club at ten. I would never be a star like her, but I had become a serious student of the game, even at that age. We would often kick a soccer ball between us all the way back and forth to school.
We even hung together in the schoolyard during recess. The other boys made fun of me for hanging around with a girl. I didn’t care. We were… what I now understand as ‘simpatico.’ Comfortable with each other, with shared interests and had some kind of connection which neither of us really understood.
By the time we got to high school, we were about as close as a boy and girl could get. We loved each other, confided all our insecurities and joys as only genuine friends could. We spent an amazing amount of time together. But for those mysterious reasons that these things happen, it never went to the next level. Until boy oh boy fast forward to six years later I bumped into her at a night club.
In the bustling atmosphere of the nightclub, Morgan found herself lost in the thumping music and colorful lights. Excitement coursed through her veins as she sipped on her cocktail, enjoying the vibrant scene. Little did she know that this night would change everything.
Amongst the sea of bodies, Morgan’s eyes locked onto a familiar face. It was him, her best friend from high school, Alex looking rather hotter than she remembered . Memories flooded back, reminding her of the deep connection they once shared. With an eager smile, she approached him, ready to recapture what they had lost. Luckily tonight she had on her slay my lingerie customs she was feeling sexy as hell and ready to tango!
When he saw her he totally lost it What the….how did she become so sexy
Unable to resist one another any longer, Morgan and Alex embarked on an intimate encounter, leaving no inhibitions behind. Exploring desires they had long kept hidden, their bodies and souls intertwined, creating a symphony of pleasure and longing.
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