My best friend, Simon, and I tell each other everything. There is a girl we both know who was recently visiting from the West Coast. Although she is straight, I (who am not) once had the pleasure of kissing her. It was amazing.

Her tongue entangled in mine, our breasts barely touching. The kiss was short, and I could tell that she was the type of woman that every man should have at least once in his life. Simon told me about his date with her. It had been seven months since he’d moved to New York, and he did not know what to expect. He saw her walking toward him and waved. She looked exactly the same, with long, auburn hair that fell in large curls past her shoulders. Her long lean legs led to perfectly rounded hips. Her waist curved in, then widened into full breasts. Her gray-green eyes were large and... Read More