Neera

Neera. Tall. Cocoa skin. Amazing E cup tits. She fondled them in the mirror. Her skin was tanned and shiny. Her dark pussy trim and tight. A little strip of hair. She had a model-esque face. Large grey-brown eyes. Flecks of green in them. She was twenty five years old.

It killed her to have been away from The Pony for the last three months. She had been in India with her rich parents trying to set her up with a small cock loser. Yes he was rich… But Neera was a size queen.

She was anxious to see her regular on-and-off boyfriend. A hung Iranian powerlifter.

Neera liked to smoke weed and suck dick. It chilled out her angry demeanour.

Alice had confessed to Neera the first time they had met. They had gone on one date. Neera exploring being with a woman.

“I don’t think I’m bi…” Neera said.

“Oh… That’s okay,” Alice said.

“But you look like you are going to cry?” Neera said.

“No…” Alice said turning. Going pink.

Alice ran away with tears in her eyes. For context — this was back when they were both naive emotional eighteen year olds. They had sex once, and Alice was smitten. Love bug bit her bad.

But eventually they became friends again. Neither of them really remembering how or why… But it was a tight friendship. Years and years.