My best friend growing up was a friendly girl with a big soft plump body. She was really beautiful and she was always a source of comfort to me when I had the blues.
She would tease me about having crushes on girls and I couldn't help admitting them to her. She would then comfort me when I felt I wasn't good enough or share my joy when a pretty girl would smile at me.
She hugged me tight when I was in tears and she comforted me when I was physically hurt by the more assertive girls. She was there with me every step of the way and I could always depend on her.
One day we were hanging out like we always were. I said to her "You know... I think maybe I'd like to get laid."
"At freaking LAST" she yelled with a growl in her voice.
I looked at her in shock as she jumped my bones, pressing her soft body against mine. She was not gentle this time and she didn't stop. I was too stunned to tell her to stop and when I finally did, it was too late. She groaned in animalistic starved lust as she had her way with me.
Afterwards, she held my trembling body and comforted me with her own soft body, humming in satisfaction. She was still my best friend after all.
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