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And Two Becomes Three (fm:threesomes, 7269 words) [2/3] show all parts

Author: Mr. X
Added: Sep 03 2018Views / Reads: 2173 / 1794 [83%]Part vote: 9.58 (19 votes)
Mark and Lindsey come to an agreement regarding her mother and decide to fulfill a request for Amy, Lindsey's best friend. Fits in First Time, threesome and a couple of others.
 


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A little less than a month had passed since Lindsey and I had reconnected and subsequently started fucking. In that time, we had become almost inseparable. The plus side to sleeping with your best friend, who you had always been around, was that it was not uncommon for one to end up at the other's house overnight.

Dating had been a learning experience over the past month however. While our friendship was stronger than ever, we were having to learn how to deal with certain things. Lindsey hated things that she could not control, like attention I would get from other women, and I was not fond of the constant push to arrange dates for her friends. Do not get me wrong, I liked her friends, I thought they had potential, but they were not getting high marks for attractiveness. Some were cute, but I did not want to have to deal with a hit it and quit it type situation, which knowing the males I knew, would be the case.

Sitting at the counter of the small boutique Lindsey worked, I flipped through screens on my IPAD. Lindsey sat next to me putting price tags on the ugliest tops known to human kind. "Some one is actually going to buy these?" I asked sneering at it. She nodded. "I have not built this place to the level that it is, with out knowing what will sell Mark." She said paying attention to the tag.

I turned slowly, "Built this?" I questioned. She turned to me, "yes. I own the store. Cashed out my college fund my grandparents set up and started it about 10 months ago, after you left. I told you all this last October, or were you not listening." She tried to hold back her amusement. I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly. "Apparently I need to do a better job at that." I added going back to my activity, "But its still ugly as sin."

We continued with our banter off and on for the next hour or so. What I was waiting on, was her to inquire about my luck getting her other best friend, Amy, a date. Amy... Amy was a little plain, well if you discounted the huge tits. It was her only good feature. Thick bushy brown hair, overweight, huge ass.. these were her main attributes. If she was skinny and waifish, I could sell her as the librarian type. The massive F cup tits however, were something I would even like to play with.

I had seen her in a swimsuit, and in those rare occasions, they were a thing to behold. She was only comfortable being in one at Lindsey's house, and because I was always a fixture in Lindsey's life, I was too in Amy's. I think I am the only guy to see her out of her typically puritanical clothing.

Last summer, we had all met at Lindsey's house when her parents had gone out of town. Amy had come out in a two piece, the first one that I know of her wearing since she was blessed with the massive mammaries. It was too small.

The bottom cut into her hips and clung to every crevice, and bottoms had a gap at her lower hip/thigh because her gut was tucked in to them, revealing patches of what appeared to be matted pubic hair. The camel toe, that she was apparently unaware of, was so evident, I could make out the folds of her labia, as her pussy tried to consume the fabric. Her ass was also fighting to consume the white material as the bikini cut became more like a thong with each step.

Then there was the top. It had to have been made for a DD chest, and she was at least two cup sizes larger than that. The band was to small, causing the huge tits to be pulled into her body, revealing every bump and ridge of the nipple area. Everyone ignored it though, self confidence was not something she had much of, and no one wanted to hurt her. I on the other than spent most of my time hiding a growing boner or trying to get a better glance.

"So..." Lindsey started. And here it was. "Did you find anyone?" she asked. I shook my head. I had found more than a few, but I would not subject a friend to the obvious pain that would follow, or humiliation that would come. I shook my head slightly. I watched as Lindsey sighed. I knew what she was thinking, if she was happy, her friend could be also.

Lindsey was attractive. She was cute and she had an amazing body.

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