Note: This story is entirely fictitious. These are characters I created and take the role of in this story. Similarities to any persons, living or deceased, are completely unintentional. Thank you.
*****
I'd not seen Amy for a while, aside from pictures on Facebook, and she still looked as gorgeous as I remembered her to be. The shoulder length black hair, those beautiful brown eyes, and her magnificently perfect breasts. I never missed an opportunity to glance at them when she was occupied with something else, and I craved them.
However, we'd remained friends, and she didn't seem to be too interested in me, so we eventually drifted apart for our last year in high school until she moved onto college, and I stayed on at the sixth form at the high school.
I'd not really maintained much contact with her, I must admit, but I did sometimes find her on Facebook, and click through some of her pictures. My god, she was still as hot as she was back in high school! The hair, the eyes, everything that was so sexy about her. What I kept feeling disappointed about was the lack of cleavage in her shots, and when it was clearly visible, it was hypnotic!
I kept on fantasizing about what would happen if our paths crossed again and we got talking. I kept imagining her caressing my leg, my cock, and I stroking her hair, her pussy, her ravishing tits. God, how I wanted to suck on her beautiful breasts and slide my cock between them!
But I rationalized in my head that it was very unlikely to happen, and anyway, what about Katie from work? I know her better, and she's almost as hot as Amy.
Still, I was 23, the world was my oyster.
Then, a few weeks later, I was on a half-day at work, I headed into McDonalds and ordered myself a chicken and bacon wrap. I suppose you could say I was more than a bit miffed when I opened my bag when I got home to find a chicken and bacon sandwich for lunch...
The guy serving me must have thought I'd said "chicken and bacon BAP" instead of "wrap" so, I decided to head back and try to get a refund or at least the correct order. I managed to persuade the person behind the counter to swap my bap for a wrap, but I couldn't wangle a refund out of them.
I left McDonalds, turned right to head home, and knocked into someone. I looked up to apologise, and who was it I'd hit?
Amy.
She was still as beautiful as I remembered her to be. Her hair swung around so it all hung over her left shoulder, her eyes outlines gently in mascara, making them stand out even more from her face!
"Amy? Wow, hey how are you?" I said, trying not to slur my words or stutter or sound too cheesy.
"Sorry, who are you?" she replied quizzically, frowning slightly as if trying to work it out for herself.
"It's me, Jon! Remember? From high school?"
She screwed her face up a bit more, but then her eyes widened as the cogs started to slot together.
"Oooooooh! Hey, sorry, Jon! Didn't recognise you there!"
I laughed. "Well, I suppose I have changed a lot in the last couple of years. Think it's the beard mainly."
"Haha, yeah!" her eyes flicked around, mentally undressing my jawline to see if she could make me out a bit better. If I'm honest - not much work. It's not a full on beard, it's a sort of thin beard that all runs together, but isn't so think you'd lose pieces of food in there. Skin still visible through the gaps in the hairs. Nothing too fancy. "Suits you though!" she nods, smiling.
Shit...I'd forgotten how sexy she looked when she grinned like that...hope she didn't notice my cock stiffen...
"Heh, thanks..." I smile back, a bit cheesier than I perhaps ought to.
We chatted a few more minutes about what we'd been up to, what line of work we were in and what have you.
The conversation was cut short when her pager bleeped, and she said she had to run off.
I managed to ask her over tonight for a cup of tea and a catchup chat. We agreed on 8 o' clock, and we went our separate ways.
*****
The doorbell rang, and I answered it to find Amy on the doorstep. I almost fainted when I saw that she was wearing skinny jeans and a tight black tank top! Her tits looked even larger than I remembered them! She looked stunning!
I invited her in, trying to control the raging hard on in my trouser, and guided her into the living room, and asked if she'd like a drink of anything.
She requested a milky coffee, and I made myself a cup of tea as well.
We sat and talked a while, and eventually the conversation veered towards relationships. Personally, I've not been in a relationship for a good while, since I hadn't really found anyone I'd properly connected with. Turns out she'd just left her boyfriend the other week for cheating on her!
I sympathised, hoping to cheer her up a bit, with an "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." She smiled and thanked me, and we decided to see if there was anything decent on TV.
After a quick check of the TV guide, we switched on ITV2 and watched the Bourne Identity.
Aout halfway through, Amy shifted positon on the sofa to lean against me, laying her head on my chest. In response, I put my arm around her, my hand resting on her shoulder, hers resting near my knee. I thought nothing of it. If it made her more comfortable, what the hell?
Then her head shifted slightly. I looked down to see what the problem was. She wasn't watching the film any more. She was staring at the bulge in my pants!
I leant over to the table beside me, and turned the TV off with the remote. She looked up at me.
"What's the matter? I thought you were watching that."
"Well, I thought you were watching it!" I replied.
She looked taken aback by that, then her expression changed to that of a child who's being told off by their parents. Caught her!
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to be polite.
"Nah, don't be. It's not like men don't look at women's boobs when they get the chance," I chuckled.
"I suppose," she seemed to calm down a bit. She hesitated a moment, catching a brief thought. then she said something that I wasn't at all prepared for.
"Can I see it?"
I recoiled slightly in surprise at what she had just asked.
I was too shocked by it to say anything, so I just nodded.
