Too good to be True: My best friend Samantha

I was never really the type of guy that was considered “popular” or “cool”, just an average kid in highschool, with his own circle of friends. I don’t have a monster penis or jacked muscles. A normal 6 inch cock is what I’ve had then and what I have now. The weird part about me is that in my circle of friends, I have WAY more girl friends than regular guy friends, but then again, I’m not really the ladies’ man. By no means am I fucking all these girls, though I’d love to.
I did have a good regular friend I hung out with. His name’s John. John and I would hang out, play video games together, etc. but most of the times, it’s me and atleast 3-5 girls. Always.
My Best friends are girls, which wouldn’t be a mystery. Two of them. Samantha and Julie. Julie is one of Samantha’s closest friends. Petite, but tall and slim like a model. She has a celebrity smile and also a dark brown hair that falls down past her shoulders. With Julie, I actually like talking to her often about anything in particular. However, Julie practices abstinence until marriage. Ha. That is a lie.
Samantha is smart, cute, and has dark brown hair. She’s got big boobs. Atleast that’s what I thought. About C cups I’d say. She’s a bit boring to talk to, but really, I’ve become good friends with her by talking to her tits, and at that point, I doubted that she noticed. We’ve been friends since freshman year, because she used to go out with John. And this is where the story begins.
It was the middle of summer and my cell starting ringing, which surprised me, because I rarely get calls. It was Samantha. She had an unusual, excited tone. “Tony! I’m back from my vacation!” “So, what’s the big deal?” After a brief silence, she continued, “but I have SO much to tell you! I met this new guy on vacation!” Oh great. Another one of those lame conversations where she expects me to talk about guys with her as if I’m gay. “Sam, you know I’m not gay. Why would you even…” “oh..right… sorry. Hey, you wanna come over my house? Right now? I don’t have to do my environmental science assignment until later” I’ve never visited Samantha’s house before, but that thought didn’t cross my mind. I replied alright, I’ll be there in five, and hung up.
When she answered the door, she was in her comfy clothes, just a pair of gym shorts and a tee. God, I couldn’t help but look at her breasts. If God granted me a wish… I said hello, and she let me in, showing me to the living room. It was awfully quiet even though I knew she had 2 sisters. When I asked why, she told me her baby sister’s at day care, and her other younger sister is at summer camp. With that reply, she said I’ll be right back, and returned with her laptop. we plopped down on her couch, and I showed her some good recent songs, and chatted about summer, specifically about how mine sucks.
Suddenly Samantha got serious. She said straight out: “Tony, am I not attractive?” I said, “what kinda question is that? You went out with John for the THRID TIME freshman year!” “yeah, but that was almost 3 years ago… and that guy I told you I met, I didn’t think he noticed me at all” I might not be a pimp, but I do know how to coax a girl. “aw, guys do that all the time. You don’t know everything I do and I’m supposedly your best friend.” Samantha pouted her face and said, “liar. We’ve talked about everything you do. You even told me about how you masterbated that one time!” Uh oh. Tripping. I blurted out, “Still, there are things I don’t tell you, and you wouldn’t notice anyway!” Then Samantha got curious. “like what?” I was basically digging a hole here, and I was getting nervous. She asked again, “like what? You have nothing.”
“oh yes I do. I sometimes lied to you to keep things friendly between us. Since I know you don’t like me.” Samantha immediately knew what I meant. I asked her out at her sweet sixteen party after being her partner for her special slow-dance when the floor was cleared. She said no. She said, “oh you know I’m sorry about that, it was so sudden and I was nervous because I wasn’t expecting it” The mood now turned awkward, and no one spoke for a few minutes.