It was while remaking an evening with Marillon, my best friend whom I had not seen for a few months, that our crazy high school stories came back to me… which go back several years already.We were in high school, but not in the same class. We had met by chance in the courtyard while we were both drying off on our side. A pretty blonde, smaller than me, who is a rather hunky mestizo. We quickly hit it off and I invited him to my birthday party.After that evening, we went out quite often, but really as friends. Yet she was the type to run after several guys at the same time, without sleeping each time. Besides, she rarely slept with the guys with whom she went out! But in any case for me, she was only a friend.Being with an attentive ear, I had quickly become her confidant, and it is often while crying that she called me to the rescue to console herself for her multiple love stories: yes, several guys to deal with at the same time, it is often a hassle, with his big idiots of parents who would pick up and say: "hello, which one are you?"From time to time, since she did argue quite a bit with her parents, she would come and sleep with me. It must be said that I had a large bedroom in the attic, and next to it a bathroom with a shower and WC. In short, the kind of thing that makes you feel at home, and that you don't have to go back down to the house to live, except to eat. A double bed, a big wardrobe, a sofa, the Hi-Fi system… Suddenly, when I say that she came to sleep at my place, I should rather say with me!We had a great bond, and everything was clear between us: we were friends. Well, okay, sometimes we would sleep in the same bed, so what? The situation suited us and made us laugh, as our respective parents were convinced that we were dating.Until the day that… That evening, my parents were out. Hop, a phone call to Karine: tempted by a TV night? OK, let's go!I prepare some croque-monsieur, Choice of film? 9 1/2 week… The cassette in the magneto, the plates on the small table in front of the sofa in the living room, the bottle of coke, lights out, and "reading".So far so good.Except that I had never seen the film before (neither but hey…)! And there are frankly quite hot passages, which titillate quite easily, especially for a tease like Marillon ...Halfway through the film, she snuggles up to me. It's not the first time this has happened, I don't pay attention to it. But I still notice that from time to time, she squeezes me a little closer, and subtly lets her hand pass over my chest. But hey, we know each other, and we have always been very clear in our relationships.End of the film. There's no need to say, it's a good film: suspense, sex, good script, impeccable. Hop, we go to bed.As usual, she has not taken any business ... I pass her a large T-shirt and she runs into the bathroom. I quickly put on my pajamas, and wait for her to free me up to go and relieve my bladder, then I join her in the bed.As usual, bedside lamp on, each on our side, we discuss things and others, the film, these rather daring scenes, the atmosphere heats up, and that's when I see her trying to come. put his lips on mine.- Hey ho, stop there, we remain friends, ok?- Listen, there I really want to roll a shovel!- Wait, I stink of the mouth, I haven't brushed my teeth! (the two-ball excuse!) She bursts out laughing: "take some chewing gum, Emile!" She gets up and goes to get me one.Damn, no more excuses. She gives it to me, I take it shyly and start to chew.She turns off the lamp, comes back under the blanket, and after 30 seconds, straddles me.I suddenly feel tense. Surprised. I don't really want to do this with my best friend!She looks at me, her eyes shining, smiles at me, and comes to kiss me.I resist, I turn my head, to the right, to the left, but she struggles to achieve her ends.That's it, contact, his mouth touches mine, I freeze.She gets up a bit. Looks at me, proud of her. Then comes back to place a more intense kiss on my lips. I let myself be. Then I feel his tongue trying to pierce the barrier of my mouth: I resist a bit for the form, and then I kiss him. There's no need to say, she kisses downright well, a real delight.She fidgets. Ooh there, where will all this take us? Shyly, I put my hands behind her back, over the T-shirt, and gently stroke her, while our kiss drags on.I can tell she wants more, but I can't make up my mind ... She takes my hand and puts it on her ass. Ok, there it is clear. I knead gently, and begin to run my hand under the fabric of her panties, while my other hand goes up under the T-shirt.Then suddenly, she slips to the side, I don't really know what's going on, I only hear two or three noises without making out what she is doing. In a flash, she comes back to me.She resumes her kiss, and quite naturally, I let my hands resume their caress.She is completely naked! Obviously, I was not going fast enough for her!She has small pear-shaped tits, which fit well in the hand, a firm buttock, and… a very wet pussy! I felt it, letting one of my fingers wander over her pussy; besides, I felt her shiver.I now skip it without restraint (or almost), and my fingers seem to give him a lot of pleasure. I tickle her clit. I alternatel ...

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