For the purposes of this story, we will be using fake names. But the story itself is entirely true. It is the way I live my life, it is me sharing the joy I experience every single day with all of you; especially those of you who would kill to be in my shoes. You, the reader, are "Finn" and the other relevant names will appear as needed. All characters are above the age of 18 by the time my retelling starts. I did not feel comfortable retelling my past experiences beforehand. Make it up, or better yet; don't.
Part 1:
Summer is nearing, and with it the end of your high school career. You are going to graduate- there is no question. You have had straight A's all throughout your entire academic life and that's not about to change in the last 2 months of high school.
You are spending the afternoon with your closest and best friend, Ayla. She's an incredible friend to you. You two dated at one point, she was your first ever girlfriend. You were her 5th partner. That was years and years ago. The breakup was ugly, you didn't talk for a few years, but you've since made up and are now inseparable.
A brief description in order: Ayla is 5'5 compared to your 5'10 nature. She has shoulder length curly brown hair, extremely smooth light skin and is generally attractive- at least to you, seeing as you did in fact date her.
This kind of friendship comes with... Quirks. You and her are close to each other, in a "God it's too fucking hot in here" from Ayla before whipping off her shirt and bra and spending a while half nude without you blinking an eye.
One of these quirks is that whenever she gets hurt, you "kiss it better." It's something you did when you were together, it never really left. This WILL be relevant. Don't forget this.
Sometimes she talks about how sore she is. She's always sore. You never really know why. She's sore in her hands, you kiss it better. She has a headache, you kiss it better.
Sometimes she asks if you can massage her- that's not an abnormal request, she's not even the only friend that asks you to do it. You oblige happily, working your fingers through flesh feels really satisfying, feeling the fat and muscle move is just such a joyous experience.
Today is no different; she lays down on her stomach, you lift up her shirt and get to work. Slow, methodical motions- applying pressure to her trigger points and waiting or manipulating her muscles until the knot finally gives. You're no professional, but you can get the job done.
You finish up with your massage, and then she jokingly comments on how when you use that much pressure on her back it kinda hurts.
"Aww, you want me to kiss it better?" You reply playfully.
"I mean... Why not? Sure, go for it, if you want." She says, in a slightly grateful tone.
You think little of it, lean in and delicately peck her up and down everywhere you had worked. She breathes a deep sigh of relief; "Oh, that actually feels really nice, thankssss" she trails off, loosening up and entirely sinking into your Twin size bed.
"Is that so?? Duly noted, I'll make sure to keep that in mind" You chirp, happy to have made her day.
The rest of this hangout session goes mostly as usual, chatting, joking, talking about upcoming games you both wanna play. She nerds out about a musical, you let her show you a few songs (this turns out to be a big mistake, you later become a huge fan of musicals. Sidenote, go listen to EPIC the Musical. That's how you can repay me for this.)
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The week passes, another week closer to graduation. You and her are hanging out again. It's been a few hours by the time she stops and lets the room fill with a strange, awkward silence.
"Hey Finn."
"Yeah?"
"Could you massage me again?"
"Of course! Lay down"
"Could you uh, kiss it better again after?"
"Ahhh I see. Yeah, of course. Why not!"
She lays down and you get to work, same as the last time; casually chatting about school, how things have been, what you've gotten up to; and then you finish up and get into a slightly more comfortable position lying alongside her with one arm draped over her. You're feeling generous today, so you pipe up
"Hey Ayla, just let me know when you want me to stop okay?"
"Ooh, okie. Thank you!" She replies, lowering her head down to the pillow.
And so you get to work. Kissing her softly along and across her back, no commentary between you two. This is a moment for her to feel as relaxed as possible, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't also feel... Happy. Content. Fulfilled? You're unsure. You don't think too hard about it, just keep kissing until she asks you to stop.
That takes a while, she reeeeaaaally milks that for all it's worth and has you going for nearly an hour. You ask her why she let it go for so long.
"I don't really know, it just feels... Really relaxing. I really like when you do that. Makes me feel safe, and it just is pleasant." She replies matter-of-factly, after taking a moment to ponder it.
That's a good enough answer for you, because confession time: You let your mind drift a little bit during this little kissing session to Ayla's incredibly, unbelievably, indescribably perfect ass. You make no real effort to hide it, she has the best ass of anyone you know, and anyone you've ever seen. It's perfectly round, very slightly heart shaped, perky and yet completely soft at the same time. There is no sag. There is no dip. There is no blemish or imperfection of any kind. And you do comment on it- playfully, in the way two exes turned friends can. You and her absolutely playfully spank each other, or squish each other. It's a laugh for both of you. But you love her ass. There's no doubt about it.
Matter of fact, you are... An ass fetishist. Back when you dated, you let her know this. She's never judged you for it, not even once- but you didn't really experiment with it much. You've *always* wanted to try facesitting, rimming, ass-kissing. It's always been so tantalizing.
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