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(sorry for the multi post, gotta split it up into multiple parts.):

Sex with my best friend:
I'd known him for a long time. We had been best friends sense middle school.
Nothing really changed until our first semester of college, when he found a date, and I found myself a little more than jealous.
Long story short, he wasn't satisfied with the girl he'd been dating, so I grew a pair, seized the opportunity and told him how I felt.
I swear I thought my head was going to explode with all the blood rushing up to paint my cheeks red.

To my dismay he didn't say a word. It felt like an eternity, before out of nowhere, he steps closer to me. My heart thuds so loud
it threatens to betray me. He places one hand on my cheek and before I have time to think "what the fuck" his lips are locked between mine.

A mix of adrenaline, and God knows what other chemicals were suddenly injected into my body, threw me into motion without my consent.
I took him by the hand, and without saying a word, I whisked him to my dorm room.

The shades were pulled, the lights were off. I didn't bother to fix either. I pushed him onto the bed, and swung my legs over his, wrapped my arms around his neck and attempted what was my first make out.

I had no idea what I was doing, but every cell in my brain told me to push forward, told me that this was right.

He took my shirt and pulled it up above my chest. I felt no shame for my less than voluptuous breasts. I knew him far too long for that.
Then, just as I thought I had gone farther than I'd ever go, my body threw me into action once more.

I stood up, dropped my skirt, and removed my panties as fast as though I were any other practiced college slut.
I wonder how wet my face looked because I was sweating harder than I ever have, because now he responded in kind and just as instinctively pushed down his pants and underwear. (continued in part two)