Your Best friend

"Mmmm," you think to yourself, "I always did like that girl Lizzy from back in college."

The more you remember her slight, but agile frame, her dyed black, blonde, and pink hair, and her tight bum-hugging jeans, she appears before you. Blushing for a moment you regain your posture and subdue your wood from imagining what it'd be like to give her a rub down with oils. she turns around and asks, "Oh hey Steve, didn't see you there, jee, where am I? Am I lost or something?" cocking her head ever so slightly and pouting.

It takes all your self control to just not take her then and there, but you don't want to simply **** your best friend, you want her to be yours.

"Hey Lil, its the strangest thing, this is my hometown, and you've come over for the week, I've just finished taking your things from the car into my appartment." and with a smile she nods understanding and walks up for a hug.

You feel her petite breasts rub against your chest, and whilst she's not as firm or as busty as some of the girls you know, she definitely is as sexy as all hell. You decide to risk a pat on her bum, and as she turns to look at you with an unsure look, you push into her mind that this is something you two do all the time. she smiles casually and returns the feeling, even going so far as to give your butt a playful squeeze.

what to do with her now?