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The Girl Down The Street

Lemme start by saying, life gets better. If you’re thinking life isn’t good, wait a bit, trust me, it does. Or at least it did for me. I never once thought that one of my best friends and I would escalate our friendship to a whole different level, but hey! Look at… Never mind.  I’m getting ahead of myself. Lemme start with the beginning.

My name is Jackson. I’m 16, and a sophomore in a small town high school in the Midwest. Things don’t get much more boring than it does out here. There’s nothing to do but each other. But, again, I’m skipping ahead. 
I don’t have much in the way of “friends”. True friends anyway. I have acquaintances, and people I like to hang out with. But the number of people I can really talk to and be honest with are few and far between. I have one in particular, and her name is Rose. She has to be my best friend of all time. I can tell her anything, and we can talk about stuff no one else will. I’ve had girlfriends, but I don’t think I’ve been as close to them as I am to her. 

It all started on one crisp winter day in December. She was having me and her boyfriend over to hang out and watch movies and things. We did this often, called it a movie day. Even though most of the time we would sit and watch How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. That’s just how this one turned out. We were all sitting there about 4:15 in the afternoon when her boyfriend gets a call that he needs to come home and do some work. Reluctantly, he packs up, gives Rose a goodbye kiss and head out the door. When she comes back downstairs, I’m just relaxing in the recliner watching tv. She plops on down on the couch and watches with me without saying a word. Finally I break the silence.

“I don’t understand this show. He doesn’t tell them how he met their mother at all. He just tells them how many girls he banged before he met their mother.” 

“Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.” was her reply, and I could have swore I heard a slight seductive tone. But I dismissed it. 

“I’m going to get a drink, would you like anything?” she asked after a little while. 

“Water please.” I reply. She got up from the couch and walked toward the stairs, her back to me the whole time, and something strange happened. 
As she walked away, I noticed the perfect way her ass moved when she walked. It almost had a “come hither” motion to it. This was strange for two reasons. One, I was noticing my best friends ass, and she had a boyfriend. And two, I’d never done that before. Granted she was beautiful. At 5’9″, she had a perfect hourglass figure, with not too big not too small but perfect 36B boobs. But I’d always just seen her as a great great friend. Never more. 

But now….I was thinking about a whole new side, literally. Finally she disappeared up the stairs and I told myself out loud to snap out of it. But the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did. The more her accentuated curves formed an hourglass shape with her body, how her ass curved up her sides and turned into her luscious breasts…
 
My thoughts were interrupted by Rose returning with my water. She went back to the couch and sat down like normal, but the way I watched her do it was different. 

I decided to joke with her. “Well, we’re finally alone. What shall we do?” I added a wink. 

She turned and smiled. “I dunno big boy. What do yooou wanna do?” she batted her eyelashes at me.

I want to rip your clothes off, was my first thought but I scolded myself. “Oh I dunno…” and I took her hand in mine. “I was thinking we could start slow…”

She picked up fast, “I agree, then maybe we should get a little more forward..” she jumped on top of me and straddled me, a seductive look in her eye, but she couldn’t hold her composure, and she burst out laughing.