You have been friends since basically forever.

Same neighbourhood, church, school, class, sports teams, scout groups, shitty part-times.

Miriam had always been the confident one. She was smart, witty and ruthless, qualities that didn't exactly made her popular but definitely made her respected. She knew how to fight, how to fend for herself.

On the other hand, you were the mess. Shy, stuttering, nerdy, clumsy, insecure. She just couldn't take her eyes away from your ass that off you went, to get bullied, beaten or fall flat on your face.

Miriam was the kind of friend that laughed at you, that pointed out all of your errors. That pulled your hair, hid your pencils, called you a loser, pinched your hips. The one that made you cry so damn often.

She was also the friend that took care of you.

The one that called you a crybaby, while she milked your thick swollen meat in the mud behind the high school gym. Because there was no way you could finish the field run with a giant erection bulging inside your gym shorts.

The one that distractedly fondled your heavy ball sack whenever you started squirming in the University library - because, you poor thing, how could you focus on your studies with such a painful hard-on?

The one that rolled her eyes, got on her knees and swallowed thick ropes of cum whenever you were just desperate to go - and you really couldn't mess up the bus, your dress or the clean floor with a dirty load.

Your true BFF, that while calling you a loser has been drenching her panties at the thought of your veiny meat giving her tight needy cunt the good, hard drilling it always secretly craved.