Jodi was my friend - my very special friend. She was sweet, kind, loving, caring and very funny. Jodi was everything I could ever want in a friend - and a woman. She was fun to be around - and I loved every moment I spent with her.
Jodi was also a real beauty - long, blonde tresses framed a perfect, almost angelic face with soft, luminous baby blue eyes. Her lips were full, pink and soft. And her body? Oh, don't get me started! Jodi was pleasantly plump, with curves in all the right places. Her magnificent tits were soft, round and large with pink, perky nipples. Her hips were curvaceous and softly rounded. Her ass was a sight to behold as well - big and round and jiggly. Jodi was a true "whooty" - a white girl with a black girl booty - and she would make my cock hard every time I saw her.
We met just five years ago - but we hit it off almost instantly. It was a bad time in Jodi's life. Her uncle was dying of cancer, and had just a few weeks to live. And if that weren't enough, Jodi had just broken up with her boyfriend, and was still smarting from the loss. She became wary of most men as a result - but somehow, Jodi trusted me completely from day one. When her uncle passed away, I was the first person she came to for comfort, even though we barely knew each other. I was extremely flattered, of course, and I did the best I could to help her through her loss. Somehow, that endeared me to Jodi, and she began to share things with me that she didn't even share with her closest female friends. That meant a lot to me. Despite barely knowing each other, Jodi and I trusted each other with a passion, and we shared many secrets and desires between us.
But there was one desire that I dared not share with Jodi; how much I wanted to make love to her! Not mindless, reckless, meaningless sex, but sweet, romantic, tender, passionate lovemaking that was emotionally and physically fulfilling. Yes, after five years, I discovered I was in love with my very special friend.
There were a few times, however, when Jodi and I kissed. Not a friendly, chaste kiss on the cheek, but a full-on, warm and gentle kiss on the lips. We kissed quite a few times during our five years together, which was surprising to me considering we were "just friends." And every time Jodi and I kissed, it was pure heaven. Jodi was a wonderful kisser! In fact, she once told me that she considered kissing to be more erotic, more intimate than having sex. It was a fascinating revelation.
I clearly remember the last kiss Jodi and I shared. It was the fifth anniversary of the beginning of our friendship, and sentimental guy that I was, I wanted to celebrate. So I invited Jodi over to my place. We spent the whole day together, doing all the things that friends do - eating, watching TV and movies, playing games and laughing together. It was a wonderful day.
That evening, Jodi and I were relaxing together in my bedroom, watching one of her favorite romantic comedies on TV. As we lay next to each other in my bed in companionable silence, Jodi turned and looked at me with her warm and caring eyes.
"Kenny," Jodi said in her soft, musical voice. "This has been a FANTASTIC day! I've had so much fun with you! Leave it to you to come up with an absolutely perfect way to celebrate our friendship!"
I looked back at Jodi with a smile on my face. "Jodi my joy, it was MY pleasure. After all you've been through, you deserve a little happiness in your life. You're a wonderful friend to me - a real ray of sunshine in my life."
In response, Jodi took my hand and moved closer to me on the bed. "No Kenny...YOU"RE the one who's been a ray of sunshine to ME - more than you realize. When I met you, I was in a very bad place. But when you came along, you were like a breath of fresh air. No matter how bad I feel, you always find a way to make my heart smile. I'm so glad to have you in my corner!"
