The First Dose

Your eyes linger on the somewhat bubbly characters of the hand written letter as you know for sure that this is from none other than your best friend Brielle.

"You've been my best friend for such a long time and the one person in my life I can completely trust. You can probably guess what I'm about to ask of you. I've contracted the disease, Vincent."

It felt as if a lump was stuck in your throat as you **** yourself to swallow. When did your hands become so warm and sweaty as well? Why was your heart now beating a little faster. It's at that point your eyes drop their gaze from the letter and look at the three Polaroid photos that fell out of the envelope as well and when you did, not only did you gasp softly, not only did your hands get a little sweatier but you also found yourself getting a little bit aroused.

The very same black lingerie that you only moments ago pulled out of the box was now being worn by this absolutely gorgeous best friend of yours in these pictures. "Oh my God..." you whisper to yourself as you pull one of the photos closer to your face, giving yourself a very good look.

Now you always knew that Brielle was an absolute bombshell of a women, her long brown hair that she usually tied back in a braid, her memorizing green eyes that seem to look straight into your soul, her long toned legs from years of track. Not to mention the perfect handful sized breasts that were now on perfect display behind that black lacy underwear. She had a body to kill for and now she seemed to be presenting it to you after all this time.

Years before, you tried to get together with Brielle. You brought her on a date, went out to dinner, a night time stroll through the park under the clear starry skies and even got a kiss to end the night! But the next day she told you there was just no real romantic feels on her part and she didn't want to lose you as a friend. Typical bullshit excuse but you rolled with it and still to this day you pushed those feelings aside and kept her in your life.

Now though... with this addiction of hers...

You get back to reading the letter...

"I choose you, Vincent if you'll have me. I want you to be my donor. This is tough for me to do as we've been friends for such a long time and this may change things but you're the only one I feel I can trust. So, if you'll have me, take this cup, use my pictures and fill it with my first dose. I'll come over at 6pm tonight. If this cup is full, I'll know that you have accepted this proposal. If it's not, we won't speak of this ever again..."

Your eyes shift from the letter to the photos once again, your cock gives a small pulse before you veer them back over to finish reading the letter.

"Please Vincent, I need you..."