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Brooke and I rapidly became close friends during our senior year of college. We met through a mutual friend and quickly realized that we both enjoyed similar music, shows, pastimes, and food. Meeting her came at a great time because she had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with her boyfriend (whom she had lived with for a few years), and my girlfriend, Jess, and I were on a break while she studied abroad; in other words, Brooke and I were looking to fill those voids that we both had. Over the course of the following six months, we became almost inseparable, filling those voids for each other and keeping our friendship free of sexual and romantic advances, at least for a little while.During the beginning month of our friendship, Brooke and I spent a lot of time hanging out in groups (at parties, clubs, bars), only with other people around. Neither of us wanted to send the wrong message to the other person, so we eased into hanging out alone. Then, once we realized we were both on the same page and were both just looking for a friend, we started hanging out alone. Right from the get-go, hanging out together was completely effortless, fun, and was never awkward.As the months passed, we gradually started spending more and more time with each other. We would reserve study rooms for our friend group but often stayed long after everyone else left, sometimes ordering in meals or going out for a walk or snack run to take breaks, just the two of us; we constantly hung out at each other’s apartments, cooking meals together, watching movies, playing video games; we both had horribly messed up sleeping schedules and would go on constant 2:00am beach trips just to feel the chilled sand and surprisingly warm ocean water between our toes. We both loved the beach and would spend as much time there as we could, sometimes staying long enough to watch the sunrise and enjoy breakfast on the sand together.Needless to say, sexual tension blossomed between us, and it started growing quickly. What started as little smiles or winks when we thought nobody else was looking or unintentional deep gazes into each other’s eyes evolved into making any excuse we could to touch each other or hold each other close. Those late-night/early-morning beach trips saw a lot of cuddling in the name of “staying warm,” even when the weather was perfectly comfortable. From there, we started trying to sneakily turn each other on in public places or in front of our other friends, “just for the fun of it”, as we liked telling ourselves. Namely, she knew I liked being called “daddy” in a seductive tone, and I knew she liked a firm grip on her hips while being told in a suggestive manner how amazing her body looked.This, all happening around the four-month mark, was also around the time that Brooke started joking about us showering together. I cannot remember how it started, but this joke of hers started to come up almost daily, so I joked about it too. These “jokes” started to turn more into probes, seeing if maybe the other person wanted to actually do it. Late one night, after getting home from bar hopping with friends, Brooke asked if I wanted to shower Bostancı Escort with her to save water and time so we could all get to bed quicker (two other people had to shower after us). I was the DD and she had been drinking, so I thought it was just the booze talking; I turned her down and waited until she was done to take my turn. A few days later, the circumstances flipped, and she turned me down for the same reason, each of us brushing the situations off but feeling a bit bummed.Up until this point we had an unspoken agreement: part of her was still hurting from her previous relationship and part of me was still waiting to resume things with Jess when she got back to the states, and we both understood these things about each other. We didn’t want to jeopardize the friendship that meant so much to each of us just to get our rocks off during a moment of weakness and regret it the next morning. However, about six months into our sexually charged friendship, we took a leap.It all started with a conversation about the shampoo I used (she had just gone to the bathroom and saw my new shampoo bottle on the sink). The label read something like “Men’s 3-in-1,” you know, for shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. After seeing it, she came out of the bathroom with a puzzled expression on her face.”How the heck is your shampoo ‘3-in-1’? What does that even mean?”She sat back down at the table with her laptop where she was writing a report, and I looked up puzzled from the stove as I made us dinner.”3-in-1 shampoo… Have you ever heard of 2-in-1 shampoo? As in, shampoo and conditioner in 1 bottle…?”The confusion in my voice was apparent, and she almost took offense to it. I thought 2-in-1 and 3-in-1 was common for everyone, but apparently that’s only a guy hygiene thing. Or at least an area-where-I-grew-up hygiene thing.”No, what? I’ve never heard of that. How do you wash and condition at the same time? Do you just not fully wash or fully condition, you just kind of half-and-half each?””Wha– what are you talking about? I just put it on, scratch it up to get it all sudsy, let it sit for a minute or two, and then rinse. How are you confused by this?”I turned the stove off, put a lid on whatever I was making, and sat down across from her genuinely perplexed face.”Wait, so, what’s the 3-in-1? What is the third thing?””Body wash!”She puts her right hand to her forehead in utter confusion.”Whaaaat?”At this point, I think she’s joking. She’s got to be, right? How does this not make sense?”You’re joking. How do you not get this? Stop playing, you’ve heard of this before… right?””Genuinely, my mind is both blown and extremely confused. I just feel like that wouldn’t clean you fully though…?”Still thinking she’s joking, I went in for the shower joke and turned on my semi-serious/semi-joking voice.”Well, if you’re so confused, why don’t you strip down with me, we’ll hop in the shower, and I’ll show you how it works!”For a split second, Brooke paused, almost like she was actually considering it. Then, she shut her laptop closed and matched my semi-serious/semi-joking tone.”Okay, let’s go.”Neither one Bostancı Escort Bayan of us got up. We both just stared at each other like “you won’t get up.” Once again, our words seemed to be just words; however, I wanted to one-up her, so I stood up and pushed in my chair.”Okay, I’m down, let’s go.”She looked almost shocked for a second before confidently getting up, arching her back to push out her breasts a little, and slowly pushed in her chair.”You sure you want to do this, daddy, because I will go allll the way.”Without taking her eyes off of mine, she started backing up and smirking seductively toward the bathroom. I quickly caught up to her and placed my hands firmly on her hips, both of us slowly continuing toward the bathroom, and I whispered suggestively into her ear.”If you want, I can take your clothes off for you. Maybe in return, you can take mine off for me.”I then did something risky: I just went for it. I leaned in closer, firmly yet gently pulling her body closer to mine, and in a bit more of a serious tone, with my lips right up against her ear, I told her the truth.”I think it’s about time we stop teasing each other, and you just let me ravage that sexy, tight body of yours.”She stopped walking and seemed to shudder. With one final squeeze of her hips, my fingers fell from her waist to my sides, and I pulled back about a half step to see her expression. I thought I took it too far for a second, and raised my eyebrows slightly in a joking-sort-of expression. After gazing at me for what felt like a long-ass time (probably four or five seconds), she took a quick deep breath, stared straight up at my eyes and continued in her playful seductive voice. “Go for it.”A little hesitantly, because she’d said it playfully/jokingly, I started pulling up her shirt. She didn’t flinch; she was still looking at me with that fake seductive gaze we would give each other when we tried to turn each other on, so I pulled her shirt up past her stomach, just under her bra, and paused, waiting for any sort of protest or “ha ha, just joking” kind-of talk. None came. Sensing my hesitancy, she slightly dropped the act, and I could pick up a hint of desperation in her eyes as she gently touched her left hand to my right arm and gave me a slight but encouraging nod to keep going.Without another word, I gently raised her shirt up above her head as she lifted her arms up so I could take it all the way off of her. She brought her hands down onto my shoulders as my grip loosened, and I let her shirt hit the floor. I could tell she was breathing more heavily now. Breaking eye contact with me, she followed her hands down to the bottom of my shirt, stopping to look up at me for any further sign of hesitancy or protest. I moved my right hand gently to her left arm and gave her the same nod she gave me. With that, she pulled my shirt off and let it fall on top of hers. We both glanced down at them on the floor, almost as if realizing that there was no turning back for us now.She looked back up at me. I’m still stunned by awe at this point, and she ever-so-lightly ran her fingers over my toned chest, Escort Bostancı both of us breathing much heavier. Without wasting anymore time, I placed my hands on her half-bare waist, and gently guided her into the bathroom, her hazel eyes locked with mine the whole way in. I lightly pushed her against the counter where the sink was, and she let out a small but audible moan. Slightly embarrassed, she quickly moved to close the bathroom door behind us.All I could do was stare at her as she elegantly glided toward the door with her socks on the hardwood floor. I’d never looked at her with such lustful eyes as I had in that moment. Brooke had light caramel skin, was no taller than 5’2″, and her wavy, chestnut hair fell gently against her shoulders as she moved. As the door clicked closed, she turned around and witnessed me eyeing her petite figure up and down. She had on a simple pale pink bralette with denim short shorts. Just from that, I could feel myself getting hard.”Why don’t you turn on the water, big boy?”She giggled as she said that. As I moved to turn on the shower, I realized that the outline of my growing cock was plainly showing through my workout shorts. A little embarrassed myself now, I flipped on the water and set it to a warm temperature, but before I was able to turn back around, I felt her arms come around my waist to untie my shorts. All I could do was watch her hands fiddle with my loose knot as I felt her slightly covered chest press up against my bare back. My heart was pounding.With little effort, my shorts fell to the ground. I turned around only to notice that her shorts were already off. She was now only in a matching set of her pale pink bralette and panties. So fucking sexy.”I’m sorry, I guess I took off my shorts before you had the chance to… maybe you’d want to take off what’s left? Then we can call it even.”Her seductively sincere words pierced me like a cold sword through the heart; I didn’t know how to react, but thankfully my instincts just took over. Her legs and arms were crossed as she stood, slightly swaying; we had never seen each other so exposed before, so I guess she was a bit embarrassed still. I gently slid my right hand against her cheek and went down to her neck. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but I thought we both really just wanted to be naked, so I moved down to her bralette with both hands and gently pulled it off. She uncrossed her arms so I could get it over her head. Her firm B-cup breasts fell with a little bounce as they were freed from the bralette, and we both giggled at the sight of that. My hands went to meet them after dropping her bralette to the floor.Brooke’s breasts felt absolutely amazing, so warm and soft, and they were the perfect size for gripping. I gave them a little attention before moving on, running my hands over them, delicately massaging them, softly playing with her already hard nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head slightly swayed as she let out small, yet desperate, moans. Her breathing was audibly heavy, and one of her hands moved instinctively to her womanhood, lightly grazing it over her panties as I played with her chest.Gradually, I dragged my hands down her body. As I moved toward to her panties, I took a detour, making her lightly gasp as I cupped her tight ass with my hands. Her eyes shot open and she shot her hands to my chest, unable to hold back from touching me anymore.”How… How do you know my body so… well?”
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