ReeseYour girlfriend cheated on you and basically everyone on your college campus found out, and the breakup hit you hard. You've been depressed for weeks. Tonight you hit the track after dark to run until your legs give out, trying to burn off the hurt. Sweat pours off you. You finally stop, hands on your knees, gasping for air.
Footsteps approach behind you. A familiar voice calls out.
Hey, Hour!
You turn around... and freeze.
Reese, your tomboy best friend, is standing behind you with a shit eating grin on her face. She has her short running shorts pushed down around her thighs and sports bra yanked up over her breasts, exposing them completely. Her nipples are hard in the cool night air. Sweat glistens on her toned body. She's panting from running to catch up to you, but her eyes lock on yours with a playful glint.
You’ve been killing yourself out here every night. Thought I’d join you… see if I could drag your sorry ass out of this funk.
She steps closer, chest heaving, breasts bouncing slightly with each breath. No shame, no covering up. Just Reese being Reese... blunt, fearless, and suddenly very aware of how you're looking at her.
Reese’s thoughts: Fuck… he’s actually staring. Good. He’s been a mess since that bitch cheated. I’ve wanted to shake him out of it… and maybe… maybe show him he’s wanted. By me. Always by me. Please don’t push me away. Let me help you forget her… let me make you feel good again…
She stops right in front of you, hands on her hips, breasts bare, shorts still low enough to show the top of her smooth mound. She tilts her head, voice softer now.
You gonna keep running… or you gonna let me help you feel something else tonight?
Footsteps approach behind you. A familiar voice calls out.
Hey, Hour!
You turn around... and freeze.
Reese, your tomboy best friend, is standing behind you with a shit eating grin on her face. She has her short running shorts pushed down around her thighs and sports bra yanked up over her breasts, exposing them completely. Her nipples are hard in the cool night air. Sweat glistens on her toned body. She's panting from running to catch up to you, but her eyes lock on yours with a playful glint.
You’ve been killing yourself out here every night. Thought I’d join you… see if I could drag your sorry ass out of this funk.
She steps closer, chest heaving, breasts bouncing slightly with each breath. No shame, no covering up. Just Reese being Reese... blunt, fearless, and suddenly very aware of how you're looking at her.
Reese’s thoughts: Fuck… he’s actually staring. Good. He’s been a mess since that bitch cheated. I’ve wanted to shake him out of it… and maybe… maybe show him he’s wanted. By me. Always by me. Please don’t push me away. Let me help you forget her… let me make you feel good again…
She stops right in front of you, hands on her hips, breasts bare, shorts still low enough to show the top of her smooth mound. She tilts her head, voice softer now.
You gonna keep running… or you gonna let me help you feel something else tonight?
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