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Best Friends Become More

Date: 12/11/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Lesbian, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

although this was our first foreign trip together), we both loved eighties movies (Sixteen Candles being a favorite of both of us), we both loved the Backstreet Boys (it was our first concert), we were both sarcastic and we both believed in fate (the belief that things happen for a reason.). Of course, after what happened the next day, we assumed the Goddess of fate was smiling down on us. Sarcastically I quipped, "Why don't we find some sexy stud and spend Nude Day in a sweaty threesome?" Ignoring my sarcasm, as she was apt to do when it was aimed at her, she purred, "Now you are talking." "I was kidding," I sighed, before adding, "there is no way in hell you are getting me to go to a nude beach, especially with you." "Well, I am going," she announced, in the decision is made and that is that tone, before adding, "It's on my bucket list." I snapped, "Everything is on your bucket list." She countered right back, "Better than having no bucket list." The sarcastic exchanges going full throttle. "I have no time for a bucket list, I live through yours." Once I said it I realized that, sadly, that was the case. "Well then," she suggested, "it is time to create your own bucket list." "No way," I protested, but she was already pulling out a piece of paper. "Let's see," she pondered. "Write a best selling novel." She pulled me in with my actual goal in life. I demanded the addition, "Yes, but without selling out." "Fine," she agreed. "Now what else?" In machine-gun fashion, while ... finishing a bottle of wine, the two of us created a realistic list of over fifty things to do before I die (including meet my ancestors in Italy, be the guest speaker at major event, meet John Green my favourite author, etc...), before she shifted the suggestions to the gutter. "Fifty-seven, get gangbanged." "Fuck off," I shot back, "isn't that your number three?" "Seven actually, three is sex in every major city in the world." "Amsterdam is a major city," I pointed out, instantly regretting it. "Exactly why we need to go out for Nude Day," she countered. "Like you need to go anywhere to get laid," I replied. "Just go to the bar downstairs and you could be horizontal in no time." "Actually, I like to be on top." She smiled, before saying, "I am going for a shower. I expect at least five sexual things added to your incredibly boring bucket list." Being factitious, I made an absurd list: 1. Get fucked by all five members of the Backstreet Boys (although that one I would probably actually do if the opportunity presented itself) 2. Do a live strip show 3. Have sex in public 4. Be blindfolded and used as a sex slave 5. Dyke out Looking at the list, I laughed to myself at how absurd my suggestions were, even though each had been a fantasy of mine at one point or another. I flipped on the TV and was shocked to learn a storm warning was being issued for Amsterdam for later tonight. I suppose it made sense it was sauna hot today and such heat often is followed by a storm. Zoey came out ...