My 1st G/G. How My BFF Became My Lover Pt 1
Let me just say thank you to all who liked my first story. Yea, the long 8 part one about my first bbc. A lot of sugar was poured on me and I’m grateful. A shout out to Ghorndog62 who gave me pointers. Much appreciated! And lastly, a big “Fuck You!” to the couple of people who think I got what I deserved for fucking niggers. Kiss my fucking ass losers!
My story begins in kindergarten along Tobacco Road where our school bus would stop in front of our houses and take us to school. I don’t remember being scared. I only remember being little and everything was big including the bus. My very first day in my very first home room is where and when I met Heather. It can only be called destiny that we were paired up that day and seated next to each other. Plus our last names were a letter apart. That helped. We had no idea then, that the moment was the beginning of a friendship that lasts to this day. Strained at times (cause she’s such a bitch) but always returning to our roots. Later on that first day, we also found out we were on the same bus route home and of course to school, all of which cemented us as bffs forever. She is the girl in my last story sitting in my seat with me, watching the black boys shake that thing! She’s also the first of us to go black. She won out on that one. Oh yeah…Heather is tall and blonde and beautiful. And as it turns out, the type of woman I’m most attracted to. This is how we eventually became lovers.
There are so many stories in my school years that are simply for another time and another forum. We were young and those stories as hot as they are (I do love to tell them) they are not for here lest I once again get “retired” from Xham. Let’s begin after high school when Heather and I had just graduated and were looking forward to being freshmen in Raleigh at NC State. Our parents of course were well acquainted with each other and made the transition a smooth one, helping us every step of the way. Our first year was dorm life and we shared a small room with a sweet innocent girl from Georgia named Cate. The dorm rules were numerous but the one that irked us the most was the No Boys Allowed one that put a damper on our plan of having boys over as often as possible to help us study. Somewhere in our plans we vowed to not have any bfs or steadies since neither of us had bfs beyond 12th grade. We had both been thru several breakups in those latter years of high school and easily concluded and agreed that boys suck. With that wise attitude in tow we landed on the reason we were at State; to learn and to have fun! The school was wonderful and I am forever grateful and do give my financial support to them yearly. They also helped introduce us to parties every single night if we chose and on weekends. We quickly partook of this perk and partied as we so desired and in a very short space of time became the biggest sluts around. I’m not sure how many guys I fucked in college but if I had to guess, I’m putting it at close to a hundred in my 4 years. Heather probably a few more and she was doing black guys, something I would not do. We became fuck monsters with honors! When we ditched little miss goody two shoes and had our own place in our sophomore year, our nocturnal mating increased exponentially. Our seemingly sole mission was to bring our hookups home or to their place and fuck them. Rarely did we get involved with anyone for more than a few dates. We stuck to our plan, our commitment.
It was at a bar in town in the first week of our junior year, that we met these twin guys. Despite me having an exceptional memory, I can’t for the life of me remember their names. Not important. They were tall n lean and built. They were also very handsome. Heather n I were dressed to kill with our usual come fuck me’s on with our lacy sleeves and stockings and short skirts. While others wondered about their evening, we knew. If we zeroed in on you; yea you were getting fucked and this night we homed in on these two. We exchanged formalities and our little 4 person party began. How you constantly and consistently go from the bar to the bed is pure strategy. There are cues to transition with or jump on. Basically guys are fucking easy to talk into bed. The conversation that night was probably no different. The exit was soon to follow. The party had to relocate in order to get what we wanted. We had our car; they had theirs. Out into the night we went with them following us back to our place.
My story begins in kindergarten along Tobacco Road where our school bus would stop in front of our houses and take us to school. I don’t remember being scared. I only remember being little and everything was big including the bus. My very first day in my very first home room is where and when I met Heather. It can only be called destiny that we were paired up that day and seated next to each other. Plus our last names were a letter apart. That helped. We had no idea then, that the moment was the beginning of a friendship that lasts to this day. Strained at times (cause she’s such a bitch) but always returning to our roots. Later on that first day, we also found out we were on the same bus route home and of course to school, all of which cemented us as bffs forever. She is the girl in my last story sitting in my seat with me, watching the black boys shake that thing! She’s also the first of us to go black. She won out on that one. Oh yeah…Heather is tall and blonde and beautiful. And as it turns out, the type of woman I’m most attracted to. This is how we eventually became lovers.
There are so many stories in my school years that are simply for another time and another forum. We were young and those stories as hot as they are (I do love to tell them) they are not for here lest I once again get “retired” from Xham. Let’s begin after high school when Heather and I had just graduated and were looking forward to being freshmen in Raleigh at NC State. Our parents of course were well acquainted with each other and made the transition a smooth one, helping us every step of the way. Our first year was dorm life and we shared a small room with a sweet innocent girl from Georgia named Cate. The dorm rules were numerous but the one that irked us the most was the No Boys Allowed one that put a damper on our plan of having boys over as often as possible to help us study. Somewhere in our plans we vowed to not have any bfs or steadies since neither of us had bfs beyond 12th grade. We had both been thru several breakups in those latter years of high school and easily concluded and agreed that boys suck. With that wise attitude in tow we landed on the reason we were at State; to learn and to have fun! The school was wonderful and I am forever grateful and do give my financial support to them yearly. They also helped introduce us to parties every single night if we chose and on weekends. We quickly partook of this perk and partied as we so desired and in a very short space of time became the biggest sluts around. I’m not sure how many guys I fucked in college but if I had to guess, I’m putting it at close to a hundred in my 4 years. Heather probably a few more and she was doing black guys, something I would not do. We became fuck monsters with honors! When we ditched little miss goody two shoes and had our own place in our sophomore year, our nocturnal mating increased exponentially. Our seemingly sole mission was to bring our hookups home or to their place and fuck them. Rarely did we get involved with anyone for more than a few dates. We stuck to our plan, our commitment.
It was at a bar in town in the first week of our junior year, that we met these twin guys. Despite me having an exceptional memory, I can’t for the life of me remember their names. Not important. They were tall n lean and built. They were also very handsome. Heather n I were dressed to kill with our usual come fuck me’s on with our lacy sleeves and stockings and short skirts. While others wondered about their evening, we knew. If we zeroed in on you; yea you were getting fucked and this night we homed in on these two. We exchanged formalities and our little 4 person party began. How you constantly and consistently go from the bar to the bed is pure strategy. There are cues to transition with or jump on. Basically guys are fucking easy to talk into bed. The conversation that night was probably no different. The exit was soon to follow. The party had to relocate in order to get what we wanted. We had our car; they had theirs. Out into the night we went with them following us back to our place.
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