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She Was Just My Friend

S[b]he was just my friend,
And then she said,
�I�m not wearing panties
And you need a good lay�

When she said that
It intensified the feelings
That was already beginning
To stir deep inside me.

My lips where just inches away
From the nape of her neck
As I could feel the heat of her skin
Matching my hot breath
As it was easing out heavily,
Yet, ever so slowly.

�What should I do?� I thought.
She�s my friend.
And yet, her ears were so inviting
And her waist seemed to be waiting�
Even begging
For my arms to surround her.

Then suddenly�an impulse�
To engulf her,
Even to ravish her.
But she�s my friend, I thought.

And yet,
As I looked at her
And thinking:
�Not wearing panties, huh!�

And she was right
I was very horny
And needed
A good lay.

There she was standing before me
In her summer dress
With its dangling straps�so very tempting!
Just a tug here and a tug there,
And maybe,
It would simply
Slip quietly down
Revealing herself to me in a new way.

And yet, she is my friend.
Even so,
As I looked at her again
From her eyes to her lips
Even down to those funny looking walking shoes.
She stood there�
Like a rag-a-muffin
.
I thought:
What does she look like
Without panties?

My imagination kicked in
And thought �I�d loved to lie all over you,
And kiss you
Between your thighs,
It�s the wetness, I like.

But, at that very moment
She never looked more beautiful, or lovelier,
And I knew �
I would never see her
Quite the same way�
Ever again.

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