Lyra was the sexiest girl I knew, by far. She had wonderful brown eyes, with brunette hair to match; her full, 38C breasts, taunting me; and her nice round ass. She was not fat by any means, but she was not skinny, either. She was that perfect balance in the middle.
We had been friends since about eighth grade. She was always full-figured and I had a crush on her, on and off throughout the years. Enter Senior year and she has the perfect body. She also has the perfect personality and she was pretty kinky.
Too bad she had a boyfriend.
She confided in me about him, but I tried to persuade against it, and whether it was out of interest for her or myself, I cannot remember. Regardless, she got together with him and I was a little put off. That was, until recently.
Lyra told me she wanted to meet for lunch. Naturally, I agreed. She was one of my best friends, after all. I picked her up and we left to find a place for lunch.
At a stoplight, she turned to me, laid her hand on my crotch and started to gently rub it.
"How are you?"
Lyra looked at me innocently, yet sexily as well. I was responding well to her touch as I started to grow hard. Her lips curled into a devilish smile.
"I think you should pull over, big boy, before we have an accident."
I ignored her double entendre and drove as the light turned green until I found a vacant lot. All the while, her hands were digging into my pants until they found my cock. As I pulled in, Lyra moved my underwear over, leaned down and licked my rock-hard member.
