Sarah

You realize that it is Sarah walking down the street, her signature brunette hair flapping slightly, such as a flag in a breeze. You wave and say, "Hey, Sarah," in a casual voice as you pass her. "Oh, hey James," she responds. You continue, when you hear her call out, "Oh, James, can I talk to you for a little bit?" You stop and turn around, then walk back towards her. "Yeah, sure," you respond. She smiles slightly. You've known Sarah nearly all your life, all the way back from the 3rd grade. "Well, I've been having some trouble with my boyfriend, and I feel I can trust you to give some good advice." "Shoot," you say. "Well, he's been really controlling lately, and I don't really feel..... safe around him anymore. What should I do?" "Well, I say talk it over with him. He might just be under some stess." "Sarah gives you that beutiful smile again. "Thanks. I'll do that." She then walks up to you, and hugs you. Her wonderful breasts are rubbing against you, and you nearly immediately get hard.