Harry and Selena had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had met in middle school and had been attached at the hip ever since. They were now in their freshman year at college (of course attending the same university) and they were as close as ever.
Harry was a frat boy, but he always hung out with Selena, whose idea of fun was eating pizza and watching movies rather than getting drunk. She was, after all, his special girl. Harry had a reputation on campus, although not nearly as bad as the other boys he chose to hang out with. Selena's reputation was more of a good girl, which caused everyone to question them. How could a good girl like her hang out with a guy like him?
But things had slowly begun to change once Harry got a girlfriend. Her name was Samantha, and Selena couldn't stand her. Some time ago, Selena had come to terms with the fact that she was in love with Harry. Despite how close they were, she never felt adequate enough to be his girlfriend, so she never made a move. But this Samantha? She had bad news written all over her.
She was an older sorority girl, with DD breasts and long blonde hair. She was tall, almost as tall as Harry, standing at 5'10. Her legs were mile long and toned, much like the rest of her body. She had an exotic look to her and Selena found out, to her dismay, that she was of Brazilian and Vietnamese descent. She didn't stand a chance.
It didn't surprise her when she began to see less and less of Harry, but that didn't stop her from being sad, and a bit frustrated. Who was this girl to take her best friend from her? She wanted to rip the extensions off the girl and send her packing back to Brazil or Asia or wherever.
One Friday night, she was alone again in her dorm room, watching reruns of Friends. It was her favorite show and she never got tired of it. Her roommate, Danielle, was getting ready to leave for a big party at one of the fraternity houses.
"Are you sure you don't wanna come?" She asked again, even as she grabbed her clutch, signaling she was ready to leave.
"I'm positive. I'd rather sit here, watching Friends and eating ice cream, than being at some party surrounded by drunks and sluts. No offence." She grinned at the older girl, who laughed as she shook her head.
"Suit yourself. But I'm telling you, moping around in here isn't going to do you any good." Danielle shook her head as she headed for the door. "Don't wait up, hopefully I won't be back tonight."
"You are so bad," Selena said with a laugh as Danielle winked at her, shutting the door behind her.
Selena sighed as she realized, once again, she was all alone. She set her pint of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey down on her nightstand as she sat up in bed. Maybe Danielle was right, maybe she should get out more. Maybe she'd meet a nice guy, one who'd see her for her, one who didn't like exotic girls with big breasts. Maybe.
She heard a soft, double knock on her door and she shouted for whoever it was to come in. She figured it was Danielle, who forgot her key on a daily basis. Her eyes widened in surprise when she didn't see her roommate, but a tall male in her place. Harry.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked, running her fingers self-consciously through her wavy black tresses.
"I came to see my best friend," he informed her as he shut the door behind him, sitting in front of her. "Is that a crime?"
"No, I just...it's been a while." Regaining her voice, she added coolly. "Plus, there's a huge party tonight. I figured you'd be there with Samantha."
"Nah, I had to come see my favorite girl. It's been a while, you know? I missed you." He smiled that familiar crooked smile and it made her wonder how she could've ever thought about finding a better guy. There was no better guy.
"It has. I missed you too." She blushed as she added hastily, "how's Samantha? Are you guys...okay?"
"Oh yeah, Sam's great," he assured her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But I didn't come here to talk about her; I came here to be with you. How are you?"
"I'm okay. As good as a girl who gets ditched by her best friend could be." She had meant it to sound more playful than it did, but she was hurt. She didn't expect him to understand, though.
"Selena..." He immediately softened as he laid beside her, turning on his side so they can look each other in the eye. "I'm sorry, okay? I've just been busy, which is no excuse. I'm never too busy for you."
"Is that why I've been best friendless for the past two weeks?" She asked sarcastically and he bit his lip, guilt heavily weighing him down.
"I already said I was sorry, what more can I say?" He asked and she turned the other way.
"Nothing, just go. I'm sure there's some blonde waiting for your attention." Her sniffling got his attention and he moved closer to her, his arm wrapped around her waist.
"It's not like that, okay? I love you; you're very special to me..."
"Maybe if I had big breasts and looked like a Victoria's Secret model you'd be into me, but I get that you're not. I'm no sorority girl." She had turned back over to look at him, big brown eyes glossy, and his mossy greens widened in surprise.
"Is that really what you think about yourself?" He asked her, and when she nodded, he shook his head.
"Selena," he began carefully, taking her hand in his. "When I see you, I see the most beautiful girl in the world. Okay, so you don't have huge tits. Big deal. You have a nice body and an even nicer face. You aren't ugly, and you could be a sorority girl if you wanted to be. Okay?"
She looked up into his eyes, nodding slowly as she whispered, "okay."
He gazed into her eyes, his own reflecting back at him, and he shivered. He had never felt this way before. He had never felt this certain. She really had no idea how she affected him.
He leaned in slowly, hot breath on her face, and her eyelids fluttered shut. His lips were on hers in an instant and she couldn't help but put her hand on his cheek, deepening their kiss. His hand moved to her slim waist, holding her closer as they continued to kiss. His tongue rubbed against her bottom lip and she parted them, allowing the tip of her tongue to rub against his before allowing him access to her.
He slowly rolled on top of her, careful not to put all his weight on her. Their tongues rubbed sensually together as he slowly slid his free hand up her shirt, giving her breast a squeeze, eliciting a sweet little moan from her. Her breast filled his hand nicely and it made him sigh. When they were sixteen, he had come across a bra of hers while waiting in her room when she had gone to the bathroom. The band had read 34B. Ever since that day, he had been dying to get a good look at them.
He parted lips with her in order to pull the oversized sweater off of her body. He was glad she hadn't worn a bra. She was blushing as he gazed lustfully at the soft mounds on her chest. Her breasts had filled out a bit since two years ago, but they were still the perfect size, in his opinion. Her skin was creamy with a hint of a tan to it, topped with two perky pink nipples. He wet his lips just looking at them.
As he leaned closer into her, she whispered, "I-I've never done this before...any of this. Please be gentle."
"As if I'd be anything but," he replied, voice slightly raspier as he cupped one breast in his large hand and placed the other on her hip. It didn't surprise him to find out that she was a virgin. Despite being undeniably gorgeous, she was also undeniably innocent. At eighteen years old, he suspected there were fourteen year olds with more experience than she.
His lips wrapped around the pert pink nub and he started to suck, slowly yet sensually. He gazed at her as he did so, watching as she slowly closed her eyes, gasping in pleasure. He stroked her tiny hip slowly as he kissed her hardened nipple, continuing to suck on it. His tongue streaked out to lick around it and he raised his hand to the other breast. He pinched the neglected nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as she let out the sweetest little moans. Her hips automatically jutted up, coming into contact with his growing erection, and he hummed around her nipple.
"Harry, please," she whispered as he continued to suck and rub at her nipples, pleasure filling her stomach. She felt warm all over and although it was a new feeling, she liked it. He continued to suck on her nipples, alternating between breasts, as his other hand traveled down her flat stomach and to the lacy hem of her pink panties.
He kissed down from her breasts to her hipbones, leaving little love bites in his trail, before sitting up on his knees. He grabbed the sides of her lacy pink panties, hooking them around his fingers, and slowly pulled them down her legs, tossing them off the bed and onto the floor where her sweater was.
She bit her lip, blushing as she hesitated to spread her lightly tanned legs, revealing her shaved pink pussy to him. He could tell by looking at her that she was wet and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her delicious center.
He pressed kisses on her legs, then on her thighs, spreading them apart as he kissed her inner thighs. Her breath hitched as he got closer and closer to her pussy. The closer he got the more anxious and worried she became. What if he didn't like the way she tasted? What if she wasn't what he expected?
Her fears, however, instantly melted once he planted a kiss on her clit. She sighed in pleasure, although her breath instantly hitched when he locked his lips around her clit and started to suck on it. Pleasure shot through her like never before. She gasped, gripping the bed sheets as he swirled his tongue around her clit, causing her legs to quiver.
He grinned as he realized how sensitive she was and he moved a little lower, wanting to prolong her climax a little more. His tongue dipped between her folds, causing her breathing to even out a little more, which changed when he began to dart his tongue in and out of her tiny hole.
"H-Harry, oh." She gasped, moaning softly in pleasure as she became even wetter around his tongue, slowly rocking into his mouth. This only further encouraged him and he buried his face in her mound, swirling his tongue around inside of her in figure eights. She threw her head back against the pillow in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, as she moaned loudly.