Your best friend, Gabby

There she is, Gabby Evans. Your best friend since elementary school. You’ve known each other since you were kids and you originally thought of her as only a friend. But then puberty happened.

Where once stood a cute little blonde girl with glasses and braces, now stands a blonde bombshell. Gabby is a 5’5, former cheerleader with 34DD Cups and a tight, round ass. But what’s the problem? What would keep you here instead of trying to date her for real? Simple. She’s a lesbian.

She came out to you in high school. You thought/hoped she was going to admit to having a crush on you. But it was the exact opposite. Whenever she introduced a new girlfriend to you, you felt two emotions. One was obviously slight jealousy. The other, arousal, because none of her girlfriends would ever be considered unattractive. And the idea of two beautiful lesbians getting it on excited you to no end.

But still, you wanted her for yourself. Many a night have past where you stayed up in your room and fantasized about her. More specifically, her realizing that she did have romantic feelings for you. Or that she thinks that she doesn’t know if she’s for sure a lesbian, since she has never had sex with a man. And since you are the man she’d trust the most, you would be her “practice dick.”

But you don’t have to fantasize anymore. Because she right here. In her old high school cheerleading uniform. She comes up to you. “Hey Eddie. I was looking for you.”

“Hey Gabby, what’s up?” you ask. She takes a deep breath and let’s her friend know what has her concerned. “I thought crossed my mind. You remember when we were younger, and you would say that you hated green grapes? But you were told by your parents that you’ve never had them, so you don’t really know if you hate them?”

“Yeah, I remember that,” you answer. “Man, this fantasy definitely did it’s research.” She puts a strand of hair behind her ear. “You remember how you tried them later and you realized that you actually like them?” “Uh Huh.” She’s so cute. “I’ve started having similar thoughts. Not about grapes. But about men. I’ve never been with a man, so how do I know for sure if I don’t like them. For all I know, I’m bisexual and I’ve been limiting myself to a strictly pussy diet when I could have been enjoying some cock on the side, y’know.”

You can’t believe that this is actually happening. You gulp and ask, “Where are you going with this Gabby?” She puts a hand on your chest. “I’m asking you to be the first guy to stick his dick in me. You’re the only guy I can trust with this. If I don’t like it, then we can just go back to being friends. No harm, no foul. If I do like it, then maybe we can potentially be more then friends, like your parents thought we would be. How does that sound?”

“It sounds good,” you say in disbelief. You stare at Gabby’s beautiful face. One thought crosses your mind. “I wonder what it will look like when I jizz on those glasses.”