1. Dizzy - Chapter 1


    Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: lurtsi, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    decided she didn’t want anything to do with boys what so ever, in other terms than friends. So, thinking that I was different, she had approached me, and spent two months “testing” me, making sure I wasn’t just interested in getting in her pants. Which of course, I wasn’t. Well, I was, and I wasn’t. She was a really beautiful girl. She wore her, almost black, hair straight down, almost to the middle of her back. In the front the hair curved over her tits, which stood quite proudly, not oversized (I wasn’t a fan of huge mugs), and perky. She had a healthy build; slim, but not sickening slender and she was shapely. Her hips were quite wide for someone of her complexity, but seemed womanly and really complemented the rest of her body well. Under her straight, dark hair was her stunning eyes. They were dark brown and, most of the time, huge. Gazing into her eyes always made me feel uncomfortable, because it felt like I was undressing her mind, reading what her mood was and how things really were going. You could stare into those round, large, fantastic eyes and find happiness. Drinking from that happiness and, just by look at her, change mood. Despite all her amazing bodily features, I had really grown to like this girl like a conversation partner and a friends. She grew to mean a lot to me, as my first really good friend (I wasn’t big at making friends, and too be honest: Boys don’t talk about feelings). We talked quite a lot in text, chatting, but met, of course, at school, ...
    and also a few times out of school. She had dragged me down to a nearby café right after school on a Friday. I wasn’t to thrilled about the whole thing, I just wanted to get home, and sleep. However, she had insisted that we sat down and had a cup of coffee. And you know, girls always get their will, we boys are, after all, horny teenagers willing to do anything. Sitting there, our casual conversation chat had led us into relationships. We had talked about us. Exchanged our gratitude towards the other, and expressing how happy we were for each other. This had lead us into being more than friends. The questions at had was if we were friends or something more. “You can’t seriously mean that you want us to be more than friends?” she said in a plane tone, indicating that she really wasn’t all the thrilled about it. “Of course! You’re amazing, and, being realistic, being just friends is quite hard. I am guessing that most friends, girl and boy, in their teens hook up at some point, or at least play around some,” arguing for that we really wasn’t going to manage to stay only friends. “Asher, I really need you as a friend. I don’t want you to like me that way, because friends last, boyfriends often don’t,” she said looking deep into my eyes, telling me the message not only with words, but also through her amazing eyes. Although quite annoyed at this, because I really felt like we could have been really good as a couple, she still was my best friend. It gave me mixed feelings to know ...
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