Maggie Hill
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Task 10.1– Friend Reunion
🕑 Added 2023-12-27 15:21:55 +0000 UTC[Ok, so something happened and I had to jump to do this chapter while it was still fresh in my mind, I hope you guys don't mind, as fun as 9 was this really was insane and needed to be written.]
So, the hardest thing since leaving high school was pretty much losing my best friends. They all went away to college somewhere. I gave one a blowjob and professed my true desired nature and kind of got pushed away. It was really heart breaking since these were the guys that I pretty much grew up with. I mean we texted every so often, not as much as I wanted since we used to see each other almost daily in high school.
I guess school work, college events and new friends got them so busy that they forgot about their old ones, or maybe I was just that depressed that it felt a lot harder on me than it really was. I mean I was happy for them, they were living the dream, it just sucked that it was without me. However, they all came back to town recently to visit since all of their families still lived here, they had a little time off for winter break and I was excited to see my friends again, pending Zach since we’ve been hardly talking and he’s been going to a local college about 45 minutes away.
I guess thinking about it, I was just as nervous as I was excited, I mean what if Zack told them what I did and they looked at me different or wanted nothing to do with me afterwards. I mean they thought of me so long as their innocent little sister and I basically sucked my big brother’s dick. Even worse it kind of turns me on to remember how big it was, and sometimes I wish I could remember more but I think I was fairly drunk or high at the time.
Anwyays, days of nerve racking waiting for the day we all hang out again came and of course it was at Zach’s house. Thankfully I was not the first to show up and after ringing the door bell and the reaction I was going to get for showing up arrived as well.
Zach answered the door, “hey.”
“Um hey yourself,” I’d never known Zack to give me such a cold welcome before, “hey about before, I’m sorry if I…”
Before I could finish, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up in a big hug that I had become accustomed to my whole life with him. It was so warm and welcoming that I almost started crying. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him back, I had forgotten how good this felt, even at the times when I thought he was going to crush my ribs or break my spine.
“I missed you,” he said very softly.
“I missed you too.”
When he finally let me down, “man, have you gained weight or something, you’re getting heavy.”
“Nah, you’re just getting weak at your old age.”
After that, it felt like nothing was different at all. When I got to his room, Matt, Anthony and Carlos were already playing Mario Kart, they had some beers and I could already see a bag of stuff I hadn’t smoked in a long time on the bed. They were so into the game I don’t even think they noticed when we walked into the room, it wasn’t until the game was over that I got a…
“Wow, when the fuck did you two get back,” Matt yelled out, giving me a hug.
Another hug from Anthony and a shockingly third from the once super quiet and reserved Carlos.
“I guess we can start the real fun now that everyone is here,” Zach said grabbing the bag off the bed.
“Eh, it’s much easier to get overseas, not to mention the brownies at some places.”
“And you didn’t bring any home to share with the family,” Anthony said seeming disappointed.
“They were just too good not to finish and I’m not a quitter.”
I would say more of our quippy talk but that could last a whole other book, let alone this chapter. But with some rolling later and handing out of some beer, Mario Kart began again. Although it seemed we were all making up for lost time, I was normally a one and done but barely into half an hour and I was already 2 beers in and I hadn’t even smoked yet.
That’s when everyone would start being more of who they were. Matt would get more focused on the game, Anthony would blame everyone else on the fact he was shitty at it and kept losing, Carlos would get even quieter if that was at all possible and Zach would have to be more the center of attention. Although something was very different with Zach this time around and instead it felt like he was trying to make me the center of attention.
“Come on Maggie, you’re turn I can’t keep beating these guys all day long, it’s starting to get boring.”
“I’m good, I don’t want to make them feel even worse when they start losing to a girl.”
“Fine, can you at least do me a favor and throw away my beer then,” he held it up as I got up and came over.
When I went to grab it, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down and before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on his lap with the controller in my lap, “better start or else they’re gonna beat you.”
“Fine,” I tried to get off of his lap, but his arms were still around my waist stopping me from moving, well getting up, all I could do was wiggle my ass into his lap at this point.
I wasn’t sure if Zach was doing it on purpose or not realizing he was hold me in place on his lap or what it was making me do when I tried to get up unsuccessfully.
“You’re playing like shit, come on Megs.”
I’m playing like shit because I can feel your big dick rubbing up against my ass and I’ve been thinking about it this whole time and it’s hard to focus when it’s the only thing I can think about, which is what I said in my head. There was no way I was going to say that out loud, if I was smoking it probably would have been out loud but I was thankful I wasn’t yet. The last time I smoked I nearly lost control of myself and a lot has happened since then.
Then he did something that was a huge shock, something that would have shocked the guys if they were actually paying attention to something other than the game. Zack took a puff behind me and blew it gently into my left ear. The feeling sent tingles down my spine and caused me to gasp. I wasn’t sure if it was the smoke, his cock or the beer but I was starting to feel really warm and lightheaded.
