High School Friendship Renewed
By Muscle Fan



This is a short story about my recent trip home to visit my mom and boyfriend
and how I renewed my friendship with a high school girlfriend. If you enjoy my
story, I'd like to hear from you. Please contact me at covert.1@hotmail.com.

Thanks,

Muscle Fan

I had been at school for several months; away from home. I'm a senior majoring
in sports medicine at a university in Florida. I also play on the La Crosse
team. Now I was returning home for a short visit.

I was anxious to see my family and my boyfriend, Brad, and get his reaction to
the 'new me'. By the 'new me', I mean the culmination of my efforts to build
and tone my body. My fellow La Crosse players call me 'stud', but I'm still
Megan, although when I'm on the field I feel energized and almost invincible.
My quads have grown and are defined as are my arms and chest. My abs are a
six-pack thanks to countless sit ups and crunches. When Brad last saw me, I
was soft weak, now I'm hard and strong with more energy and stamina.

I drove home and pulled into the driveway. My mother ran to my car and gave me
a hug as I exited. My father passed away several years ago, but thanks to his
good investments, I was able to go away to college in pursuit of my dream to
one day be an athletic trainer or doctor catering to female athletes.

"Oh, Megan," my mother said as she wrapped her arms around me, "I've missed
you. Let me have a look at you." She pulled away and studied me. I'm five-foot
ten-inches and looked down at my mom. At five-foot four-inches, she craned her
neck to look up at me. "What do you think, mom?" I asked. She looked at me
from head to foot and chuckled. "I guess I should stop referring to you as 'my
little girl' now," she said, "Where did you get all those muscles?" "Lots of
hard work and eating right, mom," I replied. What I didn't tell her was that I
had found a 'supplement' which enhanced my workouts and muscle growth. She
would warm me against taking such things.

I carried my two bags into the house. "You didn't mention to Brad about me
coming home, did you, mom?" I asked. "No, honey," she said, "I haven't spoken
to Brad in months. Let me get you some ice tea," and she turned for the
kitchen. 'Odd, Brad use to always call my mom, just to say hello and see how
she was doing since I no longer had a father,' I thought.

Later that evening I had changed into a black leather mini-skirt, pale blue
tank top and pair of three-inch ankle boots. Now standing a little over
six-foot, I told my mom, "I'm not sure how late I'll be, you haven't changed
the locks have you," and I laughed. She smiled at me and said, "No, I haven't
changed to locks, but don't you think you should, you know, wear a bra?" "Mom,
this is the twenty first century, besides, my boobs aren't that big, what's to
see?" I asked. Never one to mince words, my mom said, "Your nipples for one, I
can see them through that cotton T-shirt of yours." I smiled and said, "I hope
Brad is as observant as you," and picked up my keys and left.

I arrived at Brad's apartment ten minutes later. I could see the glow of the
television through the drapes. 'Good,' I thought, 'he's home.' I had worried
that he might be out with his buddies since I was coming unannounced.

Brad and I had been dating for about a year. We had gone to the same high
school, but had been pulled in different directions while we were in college.
He attended the local university while I got a scholarship for La Crosse at
the university in Florida. We had only reconnected and began dating on one of
my visits home. In the meantime, we facetimed and emailed daily, the last
texts being yesterday. I had not told him I was coming to town.

I knocked on the door. "Me-Megan," he stammered when he opened the door, "what
are you doing here?" I grabbed Brad and lifted him off the ground. Brad who
stands about five-foot seven-inches felt like a feather in my arms. I kissed
his neck and whispered in his ear, "Surprised to see me? Let's get our clothes
off and get in bed." Before he could reply I kissed him full on the lips
exploring his mouth with my tongue.

When I broke the kiss and he stood back on the floor, he looked over his
shoulder and then swiveled back to me. "I didn't expect you, you didn't tell
me you were coming," he said in a rush. "I wanted to surprise you, baby," I
said, "now how about we go make love for the next two or three hours." "Ah,
well, I was about to head out, Megan," he said, "the guys are waiting for me
down at Pat's." Pat's is the local Irish pub where Brad and his buddies always
drank.

I reached down and peeled my tank top over my head. "Wouldn't you rather spend
your time with these," I said, cupping my small breasts, "than with your
buddies?" "Ah, yea, sure," he said, running his tongue across his lips, "You
look different, baby." I chuckled and flexed a double bicep pose. "Probably,"
I said, "I've added some muscle and have increased my stamina. Do you think
you can keep up with me in the bedroom?" "Ah, I don't know babe," he said,
"Hey, why don't you come with me to Pat's, the guys would love to see you."

I pushed past him and he sat down hard on the couch. "No, babe," I said,
walking to the bedroom door, "I need to have sex, a lot of sex, and I need it
now." I stressed the word 'now'.

I pushed open the bedroom door and found Emily Jackson, one of my best
friends, standing next to the bed clad only in a pair of bikini underwear. She
instinctively covered her large breasts with her forearms. "Megan," she said,
totally surprised, "I didn't know you were coming home." "Clearly," I said,
looking from Emily to Brad who was standing in the doorway.

Emily had auburn hair that fell to her shoulders and was trim at five-foot
four-inches. I had always considered her one of my best friends; shopping at
the mall, helping with homework in high school and going to movies together,
but a friendship didn't include sharing a boyfriend.

"How long have you two been going together," I asked looking at Brad. "We, ah,
we've been seeing each other on and off for the last couple of weeks," he
said. "Uh-huh," I said, "and the 'on' and 'off', has that been you on and off
her or do you prefer to be on the bottom now?" "Look, Megan," Emily said and I
turned to her, "You were away and Brad, well, Brad was lonely. That's all." I
smiled and said, "Then he should have bought a dog, wait, that's right, he has
one now." "Look, you don't have to be rude, Meg," she said.

"Rude?" I asked, "I come to visit my boyfriend and find my best friend in bed
with him, and you ask me not to be rude?" I stepped forward and Emily shrank
away from me. I grabbed her panties in both hands and ripped them from her
hips. Her auburn pubic hair stood out in sharp contrast to her pale skin.

"Megan, please," Brad said, "Let Emily go and we can discuss this." I turned
on him, "Discuss what, Brad," I asked, "there's nothing to discuss, do you
think I want your puny little cock in me now that it's been in this bitch?" I
laughed and quickly grabbed a tie from Brad's dresser. Moving quickly, I
pulled his arms behind him and tied his wrists together. He struggled but he
was no match for me. I pushed him on the bed, my adrenaline pumping.

"Since I don't want your cock in me," I said, turning to Emily, "I'll have
your tongue in my pussy." Emily's eyes widened and she backed up until she was
against the wall. "Oh, what's the matter baby," I asked, "Did you forget how
we use to talk about having sex together at our sleepovers but never did?" I
was now standing in front of her. I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt
and stepped out of it.

"Take a look, baby," I told her, "I've gotten bigger," and flexed a bicep
inches from her face, "Kiss it, and run your tongue over my she muscle." Her
eyes darted from my face to my bicep and back again. "Go on, Brad won't mind,
will you Brad," I asked, "Now kiss it!" Slowly she put her lips to my hardened
bicep and kissed it and then ran her tongue along it to my armpit.

"You can feel how hard it is, can't you, Em?" I asked, "Feel my abs. I've been
working on getting them rock hard." She put her hand on my sternum and slowly
traced the midline of my abdomen down to my navel. "Go on, baby," I encouraged
her; "I know you want to feel my clit. It's big and hard and waiting for that
pretty little mouth of yours." She lightly touched me and I widened my stance.

I looked over at Brad who only sat there wide eyed, watching us, his mouth
open slightly. "Enjoy the show, Brad," I said, reaching out and pushing down
lightly on Emily's shoulders. I turned back to Em and said, "Suck my pussy,
baby, I need to come, and when I do, I want you to swallow it all." She sank
to her knees before me.

"See how big my clit is, baby," I asked, "You can't even find your clit in the
patch of hair between your legs, it's pathetic, but mine is hard and waiting
to be serviced." She reached behind me and took a butt cheek in each hand. She
tried to squeeze, but my butt is like two boulders. With the tip of her tongue
she explored my clit. "Hmm," I moaned, "that's it, suck me."

Emily ran her hands over the back of my legs and explored my ass with her
well-manicured nails. Her lips were soft against my labia and clitoris. My
mind swirled as she caressed the inside of my thighs, finally feeling my
calves. I ran a hand to my pubis and began stimulating my G-spot. "Ah, ah," I
panted as I became lost in ecstasy. Emily continued to suck and pull on my
clit and labia. I could barely contain myself and as I neared a climax, I
pressed on the back of her head holding her against my pussy.

With a thunderous orgasm, I exploded, sending a stream of cum into Emily's
throat. She gagged and closed her eyes tightly as I was drained. "Hmm," I
moaned as finished. Emily's face was wet with my cum, it dripped from her chin
onto the bedroom carpet. 'Just something for Brad to clean up,' I thought as I
stepped away from Emily.

I stood in front of Brad who looked up at me, his eyes wide. "I see you
enjoyed the show," I said indicating the wet stain across his shorts where he
had come. I laughed and, reaching between my legs, ran two wet fingers across
his lips. He lapped the cum from his lips with his tongue. "You could have had
all of me, Brad," I said, "now you and I are done." I turned to Emily, still
kneeling on the carpet by the bed and said, "Come on baby, get dressed, let's
go it's time for another sleepover at my house."

Emily, slowly got to her feet, and not bothering with her torn panties, put on
a pair of jean shorts. She picked up her bra and began to put it on before I
plucked it from her hands. "You won't need that," I said and tossed it next to
her panties. With the pad of my index finger, I circled one of Emily's areola
and rubbed lightly on the nipple which stiffened under my touch. "You like
that, don't you Em" I asked and she nodded. I smiled and said, "I thought so,
let's go."

We left, leaving Brad still tied, sitting on his bed. We made one stop at a
pharmacy and picked up some wax, lotion and lubricating gel.

We drove to Emily's apartment. Hers is a one bedroom unit amongst twenty or so
similar flats. We went immediately to her bedroom and I told Emily to get
undressed which she was only too happy to do. While the wax heating in its
small pot, I stripped off my tank top and skirt, stepping out of my boots.

I stood in front of her mirrored wardrobe, feet slightly apart admiring
myself. 'Is this narcissistic,' I thought as I ran a hand over my chest and
abdominals. Emily stood behind me and reaching around my waist played her
fingers over my taut abs and down to my pussy. I could feel her lips on my
back. I smiled and said, "You enjoyed yourself, didn't you". She nodded and
said, "I did, Meg, you turned me on and it was nice to see Brad get what he
deserved." I chuckled and said, "Once we get that mons of yours cleaned up,
I'll show you how to get turned on."

For the next half-hour, I clipped and waxed Emily's pubis, being a gentle as I
could be. To her credit, she didn't cry, but did whimper occasionally.
Finished, I massaged her reddened skin with some lotion to sooth the burn. She
stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, gently playing her fingers
across her hairless mons, her little button of a clitoris nearly invisible in
the fold of her labia.

We lay on her bed, locked in an embrace, our fingers exploring each-others
bodies. I inserted first one finger and then a second into her pussy and
gently stroked her. She moaned softly under my touch. When she was near her
orgasm, I rolled on top of her and pushed my pelvis against her. I could feel
my clit, which is considerably larger than Emily's, stiffen. I thrust my hips
against her until we both reached a climax.

"Hmm," she moaned, "why didn't we do this in high school?" she asked. I looked
into her eyes and said, "We weren't ready then, baby," and I kissed her neck.
Soon I was kissing her magnificent breast, sucking on her nipples and pulling
lightly with my lips and teeth. "Please, don't stop," she pleaded. I had no
intention of stopping but moved down her torso exploring her navel with my
tongue, but I didn't stop there, either. I drove my tongue deep inside her and
she shuttered. Again, I pulled and teased her clit and labia as I had her
nipples. She climaxed with a spasm and I tasted her cum.

Holding her cum in my mouth, I moved up and kissed her allowing her juices to
fill her mouth. She drank thirstily.

In the days that followed, Emily and I were lovers. We spent time with my
mother, went to the beach at the local lake and pleasured each other sexually;
finally the day came that I had to go back to Florida and school. Emily cried,
but we knew we'd be together soon.