Jordan

I don't know where to start, so I guess I'll just start by describing her. Jordan was the type of girl that was easy to get along with. She was beautiful, a body that said she loved to eat but spent time in the gym. Her thighs were thick, her waist thin but with a layer of fat from to many burgers and beers. Her breast were wonderful, had seeing them bare once on a spring break trip while everyone was drunk and high on **** and ****. To this day, probably the most perfect breast I've ever seen in person. I won't lie to you, I shot my shot with her at one time but was put in the friend zone. So the request she came to me with surprised me one night, her face appearing in my window as I layed in my bed. "Hey you, what you up to?" I nearly shitted my pants, her voice catching me off guard. "Holy shit...you know we have cell phones now, you could of sent a text message." She smirked, her soft lips curling into a smile. "And miss that reaction? Hey, I was wondering what you were doing this weekend. My family is going out of town...and we'll, where we're going there's not much to do or people to talk to." "I mean, I guess I could go. I can start packing now." I sit up in bed and swing my feet to the floor. "Well you see, I'm not supposed to bring anyone..." I just look at her confused, "How am I going to go with you if I can't be with you?" A half hearted, half embarrassed grin spread across her lips. "It's just best I show you..." "Huh..." I bright fills the room and my vision fades to black, the last thing I see or I guess feel is my body feeling like it was being crushed.