Overview

It’s not exactly straight to picture riding my best friend.

But I can’t help it—that’s what pops into my head when he brags about his size.

Is he really that big? Is that why he can get any chick he wants?

I shouldn’t care, but I do.

A dirty part of me wants to find out. To straddle his lap, sink down onto him, and feel every inch of him stretch me wide.