The innocent blonde

I said, “How about you ask your best friend Carrie? Her ex treated her so shitty. Maybe we can give her a night of fun.”

Monica smiled, “Oh you want to see how innocent my friend really is, huh?” She raised her brown eyebrows. “You want to see if your dick corrupts her.” She rubbed me through my pants.

“Yeah it will be fun. Are you into it?” I asked.

She responded, “Yeah. I’ll hit her up, and see when she can visit. Then we’ll attack.” She chomps her teeth at me.

Monica could be such a sexy minx when she was in the mood. And when we first started dating, she was in the mood a lot. We went through so many condoms before she finally got on birth control.

Eventually her best friend Carrie finally came out to Colorado for a weekend trip. Monica came up with the plan (Monica loves plans):

Friday night: we’d pick her up from the airport.

Saturday afternoon: show her the mountains

Saturday evening: concert at Red Rocks

Saturday night: threesome

Friday night finally came, and we both drove together to pick her up from the airport. Luckily Carrie traveled light with only a carry-on. She dropped it on the floor to hug Monica. They were so excited to see each other.

Then Monica stepped back, “Chandler, this is my best friend, Carrie. Carrie, this is my boyfriend, Chandler. Now hug and act like you like each other.”

We hugged each other awkwardly, neither of us truly embracing and squeezing. She looked like her pictures. Blonde hair. Cute face. About a head shorter than me, and a wide thick body. Her tits did press into me on the hug though which I definitely remember.

We got into the car, and while the girls caught up I drove us to a Mexican restaurant for a late night dinner. I ordered a pitcher of margaritas for the table. The tequila loosened us up.

Monica asked, “Are you finally done with your ex? I hate that you keep going back to him especially after he cheats.”

Carrie said, “Yeah I’m finally done with him and his small dick.”

I laughed, “He has a small dick and you kept going back to him?”

Carrie looked a little embarrassed, her pale cheeks turning red, “Well I didn’t know it was small until I talked to Monica. I’m not ahem very experienced so I thought it was normal.”

Monica laughed, “She asked me if it was normal not to be able to see a guy’s dick when it was soft!”

Carrie almost spits out her drink, “His dick wasn’t that small! It was just covered up by his huge gut when he wasn’t hard.”

I said, “He was a grower and not a show-er.”

Monica then added, “She asked if your dick got bigger when it got hard.” Carrie turned bright red in embarrassment.

“What did you tell her?” I asked.

“I said all dicks get bigger when they get hard.” Monica winked at me. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her about your penis. We don’t talk about that sort of stuff.”

Carrie fanned herself with the menu, and took another sip of the margarita. “Whew it’s getting a little hot in here.”

I took them back to my one-bedroom apartment. I told them to take the bed and catch up while I slept in the living room. After her shower, Carrie came out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She wore a long sleeve T-shirt that hugged her large chest, and little shorts that barely covered her big ass. I sat there shirtless.

When she saw me, she turned red saying, “Sorry.” But I notice her eyes trail down by body. I was in much better shape back then.

She grabbed her glass of water and scurried back to the bedroom. My eyes watched her thick ass, wondering what she was wearing underneath. When the bedroom door shut, I heard her squeal, “Holy shit Monica! How did you get such a hot boyfriend!?”

They stayed up half the night talking and catching up. They were too tired to go to breakfast. I decided to go workout, and I picked up some food and brought them back lunch. When I came back in, they were still in their sleepwear from the night before: t-shirts and shorts.

Monica cheered, “There’s my sweaty man. What did you bring us?” She kissed me as she looked in the bag.

I told them, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Carrie called out, “I’m sorry about my stuff scattered in your bathroom. I’ll clean it up before I leave.”

I got in the bathroom, and saw that there was toothpaste, toothbrush, brush, eye contact case, contact solution, lotion all scattered on my small sink top. I also saw some clothes scattered on the floor. No big deal. I scooted them to the side with my foot. Then I noticed a purple bra on the floor. A very large bra. Not Monica’s. It’s cup was as big as my head. I picked it up and looked at the tag to see what size it was. 38G. Holy shit this girl had big boobs.

I got in the shower, and tried not to look at or think about the bra. I couldn’t get hard. It would take too long to go down. I tried to distract myself. Don’t imagine her in the bra. Don’t imagine the massive tits beneath. I turned on the water as cold as possible to distract myself.

I forgot to bring clothes in with me, so I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Of course, I almost ran into Carrie. Who almost died of embarrassment. I said, “No big deal. At least I didn’t drop my towel.”

She said, “Yeah that would’ve been unfortunate.”

The girls decided not to take the time to drive into the mountains. They’d rather just talk about catch up. Into the afternoon, I told them, “You should get ready. We’re going to the concert soon.”

Monica said, “Promise not to get impatient while we get ready. It’s gonna take some time but we’re going to look hot.”