【My Best Friend and Lover - Alison】(Complete) Author: Crazy Genius

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One summer afternoon, Alison and I sat under an umbrella at an outdoor café, sipping iced mochas.

"Are you coming?" Alison asked.

"Of course, how could I not?" I replied.

"But Elena might be there."

"It's okay. That's all in the past."

I'm Kevin, a freshman at NYU. My best friend, Alison, had just finished
her first year at Columbia. We were both from New Jersey. I met
her when I was nine, after my family moved to the United States from China. As the only Asian face in our small town, nobody wanted to play with me, and nobody
wanted to be . They would always stand far away where I was, either watching quietly or commenting loudly, and they
would scatter whenever I tried to talk to them. My parents were too busy with work to pay attention to me.

During that rather difficult time, she was the only one who didn't laugh at me; instead, she was the first
to extend a hand of friendship to me. I am still grateful for that. Over the years, I gradually integrated into my environment and made
many sincere friends, but no matter how the outside world changed, our friendship has never been affected; instead, it has grown stronger
from the very beginning .

We both consider each other our best friends, offering each other the greatest help and
support . From elementary school to high school, we were fortunate enough to be in the same class, and even in college, we were in the same city
. I am so grateful that we spent the best years of our lives in New York, able to see each other often, of course, before we were overwhelmed by exams and papers. I simply cannot imagine what would have happened
without her companionship all these years . One day in mid-July after my freshman year of college, a friend of mine was having a birthday party at his new apartment , and Alison and I were both invited. The truth is, my friend's roommate met Alison at a party , and it seemed like they hit it off, so he insisted on inviting her. My friend also happened to be Elena's best friend, who was my ex. There's something no one knows. I once had a passionate infatuation with Alison when we were 13 years old . Let's be frank. Thanks to the budding impulses of adolescence and the , every man has had a vague, budding feeling for his childhood female playmates. Especially a sweet girl like Alison. One day in eighth grade, the school organized a performance, and the girls in her class danced ballet. I'll always remember that moment when my image of Alison transformed from a little girl in a pigtail skirt and rainbow stockings into —well, still a little girl because she never grew taller than 5 feet 1 inch—but everything else was no longer small. I began to notice her breasts shyly blossoming, and her hips gradually developing a captivating curve. That was also the first time I felt an erection. At first, I stubbornly believed I was only physically attracted to her, but gradually I noticed her intoxicating personality, like champagne! She always had a sweet smile on her face. Even amidst the inevitable , no one dared to speak ill of or disrespect Alison. She was so outstanding and dazzling; the radiant light in her smile forced everyone to suppress any ill intentions and feel genuine joy. This fleeting puppy love tormented me, making me infatuated and restless, just like many others ' first loves, I was certain! Of course, I never made any moves, because I didn't want to threaten our friendship. The only time I crossed the line was when we were in ninth grade playing Truth Dare, and she had to kiss me. That was one of the most memorable kisses of my life. As time went on, those feelings faded, and we both started dating other people. She was incredibly popular; the line of guys wanting to date her stretched from Central Park to Brooklyn Bridge. She had a higher dating record than me, with about nine boyfriends in high school, but none of them were serious, averaging about two months each. I often teased her about her inability to keep men. As for me, I hadn't seriously considered dating until I started dating Elena. Elena was one of the most popular girls in school, often called a model. She was called a model because she was as thin as a matchstick, with almost no breasts but incredibly luscious lips, seemingly made for oral sex. Everyone thought I was incredibly lucky, but we never actually did anything. However, I didn't mind at all, because I genuinely liked this girl, and I was very serious . She and Alison had a mutual friend, but they never truly liked each other and always disliked each other. Alison might tolerate her for my sake, but she would always stop herself unleash a torrent of abuse on Elena. Elena, on the other hand, always had reservations about my friendship with Alison. I firmly believed it was because Alison, with her alluring bust and hips on her small 5'1" frame, displayed a devilish figure, while Elena, even at 5'8 ", was practically a door panel, not to mention her perpetually bright red lips. But Alison never flaunted her figure. Although she always chased fashion, she always covered herself up very well. Elaine, a girl with modeling potential, always liked tight-fitting clothes with padded bras and always tried to show as much skin as possible without causing trouble. Anyway, to make a long story short. Elena dumped me the week before prom and hooked up with an amateur photographer who supposedly had "connections" in the modeling world. Rumor had it they went to a hotel the night they met. Needless to say, that night was one of the darkest nights of my life. Thank God I was so busy that summer that I hadn't had a moment to myself before I moved to New York City and met someone at school, Lena, but it didn't work out. Then, after my first year of school, I returned to the familiar soil of New Jersey . It felt good to be home, especially to see old friends and share our stories from the past year. "Do you want me to come with you?" Alison asked, about the party.

“No, never mind. When are you coming?” I asked.

“Around 8,” she said. “I told him I’d be there around 7:30,” I said, “
so see you then?”

“Okay. But you know what you should do? You should fill your iPhone with basket after basket of Lena
’s pictures. She’s hot and smart. That would definitely slap Elena across the face!”
she suggested.

“I’m not that tasteless,” I told her, “besides, I haven’t seen Lena since.”

“Suit yourself, Kev,” she said, “just a suggestion…”

We finished our drinks and went our separate ways.

That night, I arrived alone in a simple plaid shirt and jeans at an apartment blasting shrill
rock music , an iPod connected to several huge speakers. There were about 15 people in the living room, munching
on what looked like pizza, fries, and
all sorts of .

Everyone else seemed cool, but my friend's roommate completely shattered my expectations of taste.

He was a total idiot, a trendy freak, and an egomaniac! He wore a black striped shirt, a white suit, a
white tie, and ridiculous sunglasses and a laughable hat. What disgusted me most was a tuft of hair
that hung down, covering half his donkey-like face, then swept past his mouth and landed on his chin—it was practically screaming
, "I'm a perverted jerk!!" I can't believe Alison is dating someone like that.

I greeted people, high-fived, and chatted as usual until a commotion came from the kitchen. Then,
suddenly, I saw Elena stumble out, half a bottle of beer in her hand, her face as red as a tomato.

She was fatter than in high school. Perhaps it was the chaotic life of her first year of college, or perhaps her so-called
modeling career hadn't gone as planned; she looked inflated. On her way out of the kitchen, she
gulped down the rest of the beer, letting out a loud burp. Her once chiseled
face was now marred by fat, revealing a pair of dazed and vacant eyes, clearly showing signs of drunkenness.

I maliciously speculated that perhaps this indulgent lifestyle was what she had always wanted. She now
had a noticeable baby bump on her stomach; I hoped it was just from weight gain because just then, she happily downed
another bottle of beer. She turned and saw me.

"Hey!!!!!!!!! Kevin!!!" she screamed.

"Hi…" I replied somewhat awkwardly, "It's nice to see you again, Elena."

"Sorry, buddy," my friend said, leaning over, "I forgot to tell you she's coming too."

"It's okay," I told him, "Nothing to worry about."

I turned my head and suddenly saw a huge, hairy creature forcefully shoving its tongue down Elena
's throat. I felt a wave of nausea.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice say,

"Wow! When did your ex get hooked up with a grizzly bear?"

It was Alison; mercifully, she looked perfectly normal! She wore a form-fitting, sleeveless purple mini-dress that subtly revealed a hint
of cleavage, perfectly accentuating her curves and
causing everyone in the room to turn their heads in all sorts of strange and normal ways. I didn't recall ever seeing her
cleavage , not even at last year's prom.

Her hair was no longer the familiar ponytail, but parted in the middle, falling naturally to either side, slightly past
her shoulders. She looked taller than usual, thanks to a pair of heeled boots that added about three inches.
Mr. James leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head away, letting the kiss land on her cheek.

I leaned in and winked—no, not the "Hey! Baby~" wink, but "Are you
kidding me? Him?!"

"What?" she said. "Okay, I know you study art at Columbia, and those people can be
pretty 'trendy.' But, really? Him?" I asked incredulously.

"When did you become so possessive of your food?"

"Hey, you commented on my date before, and as your best friend, shouldn't I
have the same right?"

"We're not dating," she explained, "I'm just here for his party."

"That's really just a party outfit," I said, looking her up and down.

More and more guests arrived, and Alison and I were separated; the party officially began. I kept
trying to enjoy the party, but wherever I went, Elaine and her "bear" boyfriend would always
pop up, talking nonsense. They both reeked of stale alcohol, and the guy's sweat glands were extremely sensitive; he
desperately needed a shower. I figured since I kept running into them, I should try to talk to them.

"So, when did you two start?"

"About two months ago," Elaine mumbled. "That was a tough time for me. I was heartbroken
, devastated, and even contemplated suicide. Then my dear Pauly appeared. He was so gentlemanly, so elegant,
practically a knight. And he was huge, if you know what I mean."

This "Pauly," this "baby," really was something else, interjecting with his gaping maw, "Oh yeah, she
has the tightest asshole ever. Mmm!"

Absolutely fantastic, I thought. Two years ago, I was deeply in love with her, and she still had a decent figure,
while I got nothing. Now, this hairy guy, barely together, and she's already spraying shit all over his bear-like cock
.

"Pauly" then asked me, "So how did you meet Elaine?"

I had absolutely no idea how to answer that question. So I got up and said, "I'm going to get some drinks."

"Mind getting one for each of us?" Pauly asked.

Before I could agree to her request, I blurted out, "Elena, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"How could I be?!" Pauly blurted out, "I always pull out."

I stood up, somewhat dazed, and with a buzzing in my head, turned and went into the kitchen. Alison and
her roommate were sitting inside. From the way she looked at me, I knew she had seen the whole thing.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine..." She could tell I wasn't.

"Shall we go?" she suggested. "No, no, there's no need, I'm fine," I told her.

"Hey buddy, if you're fine, then stretch your arms and legs, jump around and sing your way out,
just stay away from us," Mr. Rogue declared.

"James, shut up!" Alison yelled.

"No, he's right. I shouldn't have bothered you," I told her.

"Don't worry about me. Take care of yourself, I'm here if you need me," she said,
putting her arm around my shoulder and giving me a hug.

As she released her grip, I said expressionlessly, "So Elaine is likely to give birth to
that bear's child in six months."

"Really?!?!?!?!?!" Alison exclaimed. "Well, not entirely sure," I replied,
"but given their lack of knowledge about effective contraception and that disgusting baby bump, it's
highly probable. Of course, if she does get pregnant and continues drinking like that, she'll
either give birth to a monkey."

Alison chuckled. I didn't look particularly happy, so she stopped, looking at my expression
. But her champagne-like charm was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile too
.

I took a can of beer from the fridge, and just as I took a sip, I heard Elaine
vomit right in front of Mr. Pauly. I almost spat out my beer. Alison seemed
quite pleased to see her in such a miserable state.

“Dude, you’ve been hooking up with that stuff before?” I, Mr. James the Rogue, said. “Looks like I
shouldn’t have had any hope for your fashion sense.”

“Oh, nobody has a more handsome goatee than you!” I said sarcastically, and
Alison was quite amused by his embarrassment as his face fell.

“Really, and what’s with those glasses?” she asked, “We’re indoors!!”

Her dazzling gaze washed over me, and after that, I no longer felt so uncomfortable. As

the evening drew to a close, I was touring my friend’s room when Alison slipped in to escape the noise
outside . I admired the graduation ceremony photos on the walls—the awards, medals, and prom pictures.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year, can I?” she said. “Yeah, it feels like yesterday.”
I reminisced. “Any regrets?” she asked. “No,” I said. “I have so many
wonderful , I’ve been through so much, I survived it all, and I got into a great college. And
my best friend is still my best friend. What more could I ask for?”

She took a few steps closer and leaned against me, letting me put my arms around her. I pulled her even closer and
rested my head on hers. We stared at the wall, letting the photos on it drown us in memories.

I poked her in the waist, and she jumped up with a scream.

I laughed uncontrollably.

“It works!!” I laughed. “Not funny at all!” she said, trying
to scare , but that only made it funnier because she was really only a tiny bit. Seriously, if Alison
tried to fight me, she would win—because I would die laughing first.

"Do you have any regrets?" I asked her. "I don't mind if I had done better at the dance," she said.
"My partner didn't stay for the last song because he had to leave. And that happened to be my favorite song!"

I snorted, and she angrily smacked me on the waist with her elbow.

"At least you went on a date with your boyfriend."

"It's a good thing that the jerk dumped you."

Suddenly, the noisy hip-hop music stopped, and a soft waltz began to play.
Perhaps the iPod owner had set the wrong playlist, or perhaps some kind deity had taken pity on me,
because the music was exactly the last song Alison missed at her prom—"You and Me" by Lifehouse
.

I removed my hands from Alison's, stepped back with my feet together, and made
a . "Would you like to dance with me, beautiful lady?"

She looked at me with some confusion, so I said, "I may not be wearing a tuxedo, but at least
you are wearing a sparkly and beautiful evening gown."

She smiled, gracefully extending her hand to embrace me. She rested her head on my shoulder, thankfully
her high heels helped her barely reach it. To the sound of Jason Wade's deep, magnetic voice, we slowly twirled
, needing no words, our movements perfectly synchronized. It was as if we knew that no matter what happened, we
would always be by each other's side. She was hot; I could feel her heart pounding faster and faster, as if
it about to burst from her swollen breasts.

I gently kissed her forehead. I wished this moment would never end. But,
alas, the music was rudely interrupted by some noisy hip-hop from the living room, replaced by deafening heavy
metal. Just as I was about to stop and let go, Alison snuggled closer, so
we continued to slowly circle around, lost in our own world, oblivious to our surroundings.

Around 11 o'clock, I decided to call it a day, and Alison decided to come with me. "What about James?"
I asked. "Ah, I think he'll be fine," she said. I didn't see him in the room, so I
said goodbye to my friend and left.

It must have just rained; the streets were muddy. We strolled along, taking Alison home.

“I’m sorry, but I still have to say I’m indifferent to James,” I told her, “and not just because of
his stupid goatee.”

“Good analysis,” she said. “I wasn’t very perceptive before.”

“It seems you’re genuinely sincere.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Well, I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.”

“Who said I dressed like this for him?” she said with a sly smile.

“Aha, if your purpose is to drive Elaine insanely jealous, I think I’d love you to death.”
I teased her, and she laughed. “Someone has to make that bitch see herself,” she said. I laughed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I mean, things didn’t turn out exactly as you think, but I know
you still…”

“No,” I said, “it’s okay, you’re right. Someone really needs to rip that ridiculous arrogance
off her.”

“By the way, I still can’t believe you told me she was jealous of me in high school?”

“Why not?”

“Well, I felt like she was that hot model, and I was just… I…”

“What about you?”

“Maybe nothing. But I’m definitely not a hot model. She had a ton of
admirers , huge popularity, and an unforgivable vixen aura, though nobody ever mentioned it.
And what did I have that she could care about?”

I thought for a moment before answering, “A comfortable and pleasant aura.”

She looked at me, curious about the true meaning of my answer.

"Yes, she is indeed special. But come on, let's be frank, she can be really difficult most of the time. She's
always being compared to you in that respect. I guess high school is over now, so she
doesn't need to work on dealing with you anymore. Maybe that drunken, vomit-covered mess
was the real Elena, finally letting loose after so many years of pressure." Then I made a
bold conclusion, trying not to be too hasty, "Plus, if you're really objective, you
're quite charming, compared to most girls in school. And she's furious about that."

"Haha! If I'm charming, why have you never asked me out?"

An awkward atmosphere enveloped us, and suddenly, a downpour began, causing Alison to
let out . We ran quickly to her house at the end of the street and fumbled for the keys in the pouring rain.
Once inside, she began to grumble about how soaking wet we were.

“Keep your voice down,” I told her. “You’ll wake your family.”

“They’re not home, silly,” she told me. “They’ve gone on vacation to the West Coast.”

We rushed upstairs to her room, where she pulled out one of her dad’s tight-fitting
sweatshirts . Her father was small, so when I saw what she wanted me to wear, I said, “You must be
kidding, right?”

“That’s all I have!” she said. “Don’t you have a shirt?” I asked. “I don’t have anything you
can actually fit into. Unless you want to try on my bra?”

“Besides, you’re a man! I’ve seen you shirtless plenty of times. Now’s the time to
take a shower before you catch a cold. The bathroom’s in the hallway. You can put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, and I
’ll wash them and bring them back to you later.”

I went into the bathroom, stuffed my clothes into the basket under the sink, and climbed into the shower.
The warm water felt wonderful, and I gradually felt refreshed. After enjoying myself
for ten minutes, I dried myself off, put on a pair of tight khaki pants she'd given me, and went back to her room to wait for her
to come out. I carefully sat on her bed, which was covered in bras. She was a 34C, bigger than I'd imagined.
I'd always thought she was no bigger than a B.

Curiosity drove me to look around, my gaze lingering on
the school photos of Alison plastered on the table and walls, from childhood to the present. These photos suddenly opened the floodgates of memory,
reminding of the first time she said hello to me, how she was the first person in fifth grade
to sit with me at lunch, and how she taught me all sorts of American customs that weren't in my hometown, like Halloween tricks
or treats.

I also remembered the time I was suspended from school for knocking down a classmate and twisting his knee, all because
that boy knocked the ice cream out of Alison's hand. I got a good scolding that time, but I
didn't . I felt like the king of the world,
like a prince fighting for his life against evil forces to protect a beautiful princess.

Then I turned my gaze to photos of her growing up, all the way to the prom and graduation ceremony. At that moment,
the thought that suddenly wouldn't leave my mind was that my best friend was truly the most
beautiful . It wasn't just because of her stunning figure, but the sum of her entire being;
all her shining qualities combined to make her such a perfect girl. I was very surprised that she
was still single after entering university.

I heard the water turn off, and a few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a towel.

"Good heavens, why didn't you put on any clothes in there?" I asked her. "Sorry~ it's a habit~
Anyway, hmph, this is my room," she said.

I turned around so she could change.

"Don't peek, you little pervert," she joked. I used the photos on the wall to distract
myself , and coincidentally, in the mirror of one of the frames, Alison's naked body was faintly reflected. I felt an
urge and tried hard to think of other things to suppress the bad thoughts in my mind.

After a while, she told me it was okay. I turned around and saw she was wearing a loose t-shirt and
shorts. I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were pushing against her clothes as if trying to pop out.

"Still reminiscing?" she asked. "No, just admiring your beautiful face," I replied.
She smiled slightly. Was I flirting?

"Do you miss her?" she asked. "A little. Things felt so much simpler back then. But college was much better than
high school ," I told her.

"Do you miss her?" she looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"I have," I began, "I don't want to lie, but sometimes I really thought about what if I could have made
different choices, what if I could have kept her from falling for me, what if I could have chosen not to leave.
What did I do wrong? What caused us to break up in the end? I
struggled with all these kinds of questions for weeks."

"You don't need to change anything," she told me. "Especially not for someone like her. She
's the stupid one who made a mistake. Don't doubt yourself."

“I know now,” I told her, “after seeing him at the party today, I’m
sure . We’re from different worlds. Elena and I are destined never to be together.”

She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me. Thunder rumbled outside the window. “Looks like you’re going to be stuck
here for a while?” she said. “I don’t want to bother you,” I told her. “You have an umbrella, right?”

“You’re going to walk home half-naked,” she said, “plus, it’s a thunderstorm. It can be dangerous in this
open sometimes.”

“Are you sure I won’t bother you?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s Saturday night,” she said. “I don’t have to do anything tomorrow morning.”

Just as I was about to sit on her bed again, I noticed the pile of underwear on it.

“Oops!” she chuckled softly. “Sorry for the mess.” She grabbed them and tossed them onto a chair next to
the closet .

“They’re so…colorful,” I stammered. “You pervert,” she said playfully.

We lay side by side on opposite sides of the bed, our feet dangling off the edge, chatting and laughing to the sound of the falling rain and the occasional
rumble of . Our conversation mainly focused on our shared high school days, and then she brought up
that kiss we shared during Truth or Dare.

“I can’t believe you actually did that,” I told her. “I was
so because I kept thinking you’d say I had lice or something, and then no girl would dare come near
me!”

“First of all, we’re in ninth grade,” she said, “ way past the age of scaring people with lice. Secondly,
I’m so glad it was you and not, for example, pustule-faced Brian. Oh my god, just imagine if
one of those pustules suddenly burst while we were doing it!”

The thought made us burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Besides, we’re best friends, so it’s not really that strange. Especially compared to those horny
, brain dead perverts. Oh, and let’s not forget this: you’re a really good kisser.” She said. “Ha,
thanks,” I said with a smug smile. “I always try to be the best.”

“Really,” she said. “You’re in the top three.”

“Have you ever had feelings for me?” I joked.

She didn’t answer, perhaps thinking I was just saying it casually. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Hey
Kevin, truth or dare?”

To avoid being forced to wear a bra or have my picture taken, I chose “truth.”

“You haven’t answered my earlier question… why have you never asked me out?” she asked.

I thought for a moment before answering. I looked at her, wondering if there was some trap hidden in that question.

“I’m a little worried,” I said. “I’m worried that if something happens… like you said no or,
by some miracle, you said yes and we break up for some reason, I’ll lose you. I mean, you are…
you’ve always been my best friend. You’ve made me whole in a way I’ve never felt with anyone else .
I can’t take that risk.”

“So… you really have thought about it?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered. She rolled over next to me and gave
me a light kiss on the cheek. It felt pretty good. She didn’t move away and stayed snuggled up to me.

“Truth or dare?” I asked her. “Um… dare!” she answered.

“Then I want you not to scream,” I told her. She looked at me, a little confused, until I poked her

in the stomach, and she screamed and jumped up. “

eeeeiiiiieeeeeeeeek !!! ... As she struggled to hit me, her slightly damp, fragrant hair, still smelling of fresh air from her shower, fell down, obscuring her face. I gently brushed it aside, revealing the most adorable face in the world. "Okay, since you couldn't finish, I have another chance. Truth or dare?" "Truth," she said. I decided to play around with this. "Do you masturbate?" "Wow! You're such a pervert!" she said. "So?" I asked. "I won't say anything!" she said. "Well, I guess I'll have to find the answer myself," I told her. I got out of bed and started rummaging through her drawers. "I bet I can find some ?" I joked. "Kevin, you're so stupid," she laughed wildly. "Does anyone ever think about... James when they're lonely?" I continued teasing her. "Oh God, that's disgusting !" she blurted out. She got out of bed herself, trying to stop me from going through her drawers. We ended up in a tangled mess during our tug-of-war , laughing so hard our limbs were weak. Somehow, she managed to push me down onto the bed, but I immediately pulled her down too. As she fell, her face landed on mine, and our lips met . Suddenly, the memory of that kiss from ninth grade flooded my mind. She looked up, shocked by what had just happened. Suddenly, I did something foolish. I ran my hand through her hair and leaned up to kiss her lips. It was an incredibly crazy and especially foolish impulse, because I was risking a decade of unparalleled friendship for it . But what was truly crazy was that I felt no resistance. In fact, I found her arms wrapped around my neck. I hugged her, pulling us both up, her hands resting gently on my chest, my heart pounding wildly for the dance of our lips. I pulled my head back slightly, wondering if I was dreaming. I saw her bright eyes, and she was looking at me too. We just looked at each other in silence, my arm around her shoulder, the falling rain filling the space between us. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and then finally, I broke the silence . "Please say something," I tried to sound humorous. "Why did it take so long?" she asked with a sweet smile. In that instant, her sweet dimples melted my heart. "Me? Hmm… I have a feeling you're hiding something from me," I said. "Kevin…" she murmured…

"At first, I thought it was just a silly infatuation," she said. "I even tried dating other guys, but
... I never succeeded. In the end, I think I always knew that you were the one I wanted to be with
."

"How long have you felt this way?" I asked.

"Since I was 11..." she replied.

"Eleven?!?!?!?!?!" I blurted out. She blushed and then laughed.

I couldn't believe it! All this time. Surrounded by so many suitors, she had always
been interested in me? With her looks and personality, she could easily date anyone, yet she wanted
me? Oh my god, seeing me with Elena must have been incredibly painful for her! How could I have been so stupid
as not to realize it for so long!

"So... if you really wanted to ask me out, like you said before,
when ?" she asked.

“Maybe in ninth grade,” I told her. “I noticed a change in my gaze towards you starting in eighth grade. I
saw you dancing in the dance Miss Ramirez choreographed for the school assembly, and I noticed… well…
let’s just say, I found you captivating.”

“Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re a fetishist!” she exclaimed.

“No, no, it’s not like that,” I said. “Well… to be frank, your tight dress provided
some… a physical enhancement.” I made a cupping motion with my hands in front of my chest.

“You’re a real pervert!!” she giggled.

“Hey, have mercy, I was just a twelve-year-old boy back then,” I said. “I mean, at
first it was because of that, but then I noticed how amazing you were. You were always so
cheerful, so friendly and warm to everyone. And no matter what happened, you were always there for me.”

“Ah! What a wonderful girl!” she laughed. “So you’re going to become a lesbian for her?”
I retorted.

“You’re an idiot for not asking me

out back then,” she said. “I can make it up to you right now,” I said with a smile.

We kissed again, filled with the joy of a dream finally coming true. I had never, ever imagined this
could actually happen. The passion between us flowed without any resistance; it was so natural, as if
we were born to be this way. I gently stroked her silky hair with one hand, while the other tenderly explored her
back. Our tongues danced and intertwined on our lips, inseparable, each touch sending
shivers . It was like a dream.

Then she climbed up my face and neck, capturing my earlobe with her cherry-like lips. She
nibbled lightly , and at the same time, I slowly pulled down her collar, revealing her perfect shoulders and sexy collarbone.
The skin beneath her clothes was as smooth as the finest cream. My lips and tongue greedily explored her neck and shoulders, and
suddenly , she bit my earlobe hard.

"Ah!!!" I cried out, "Why?"

"So you can tell if this is a dream or not," she said like a smug little rooster. To retaliate,
I suddenly flipped her onto the bed, and she screamed in fright. I pinned her to the bed, gripping her
wrist , lightly pecking the tip of her nose before launching into a profusion of kisses

down her neck. I kissed every inch of her neck until I touched just below her chin, at which point she
shuddered and tried to break free. So I rhythmically increased the pressure of my sucking on that spot,
occasionally brushing it with my tongue; her breathing noticeably quickened. A
purple . I sat on top of her.

"How does this feel?" I teased.

"Not bad," she said, "but I have something better."

She sat up, her legs still pinned beneath me. She reached up and touched my chest, bringing her face close to my chest,
extending a small section of her tongue. She then touched my chest with the tip of her tongue, swirling it around my nipple. She was right—
it definitely felt better! With each wet swirling motion, she would suck, which was driving me crazy.

Meanwhile, she played with my other nipple. I could feel my penis struggling against the tight pants that
confined it, trying to reveal its full potential. Every teasing touch—a nibble, a suck, a lick, a bite—made
my breathing quicken. My penis throbbed with excitement.

"Looks like my magic worked," she said. "But it's not fair—I'm the only one
still dressed."

With a swift, complete motion, she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing the most
beautiful breasts I had ever seen. They were shaped like teardrops, proudly pointing at you, topped with
a slightly swollen, intoxicatingly pink bud. They rippled with every movement,
the bud swaying gently.

I had only imagined them in my dreams, and the reality was infinitely better.
I couldn't take my eyes off them, I was completely paralyzed. Even though we had just been intimate,
I could only stand there like a fool, utterly unsure how to accept the naked body she offered me.

"May I?" I asked.

"Of course, otherwise why do you think I would let them out?" she said.

I carefully reached out and began to feel the incomparably full breasts with my fingertips, the touch sending
shivers down her spine. Then I opened my palm as wide as possible, cupping them in my hands, while
massaging her nipples in an arc with my thumbs, which brought her to a climax.

I pulled her closer, caressing her breasts and kissing her deeply. Then, I reached behind her with my left hand and
embraced her, lowering my head to find the best angle and height, and began to kiss her cleavage, gradually moving to her right
breast , passionately kissing every corner, following the rise and fall of every curve, outlining this earthly beauty.

Slowly, I began to approach her nipples, my tongue circling the equally alluring pink areolas, but
each time I resolutely avoided the increasingly erect buds. She kept sighing, and each time she was about to reach the peak
, she helplessly stopped, she was almost driven crazy.

"Stop being a pervert, suck it!"

How could I refuse such a request? I took a deep breath, moistened her bud with my tongue
, and gently blew on it. The effect was immediate; it stood erect, seemingly about to...
It emerged from the ground. Then I took it deep into my mouth, smearing it with wet saliva, teasing every
sensitive . Still with the nipple in my mouth, I gently laid her down on the bed, sweeping my index finger back and forth across
the other nipple.

Alison began to moan softly. I sucked the entire breast into my mouth again, sucking hard.
For about ten minutes, I was lost in this unparalleled beauty and the delicious taste on my tongue, while she kept writhing,
grabbing my hair, my back, the sheets, trying to alleviate this bittersweet, agonizing sensation.

I placed a pink stamen between my upper and lower teeth and gently bit it. She immediately let out
a soft sound, "Ah...yes, bite it, bite...bite..." Her nipples were incredibly sensitive; every
touch brought her sensitive nerves to the brink of collapse. This scene was intoxicating,
and for so many years I had never imagined that I might be doing what we were doing with Alison.

I finally stopped the torture, letting her catch her breath, then pulled her up and covered
her lips with mine. Our hands caressed each other's bodies tenderly; I tasted her upper lip, and she licked
my lower lip. My hand slid down to her shorts, pulling them down to reveal a completely soaked pair of
black cotton panties. I placed a finger at the highest point of the wetness, applying slight pressure and stroking
her slit back and forth.

"Wow…" she gasped. "Oh, not yet, I haven't said I'd let you go," I told her.

I pulled down both her panties in one go, revealing a pink
slit , adorned with a shimmering pearl. Her scent was incredibly alluring; I couldn't resist
the urge to taste her. I turned her over and made her kneel on my knees, letting her arch her shoulders to reveal her lovely, round buttocks, then
sat beside her and placed my hands on her back.

I warmed her up first, gently massaging her clitoris with my thumb, then
inserted my middle and ring fingers into her very wet but very tight vaginal opening. I moved my fingers very quickly inside, and
instantly, I felt it completely fill with fluid.

"Kevin, you're amazing!" she cried.

My fingers were still working their magic as I leaned down to kiss her back. She tried to turn her head
, kissing upwards from my stomach to my left nipple, then squeezing it tightly with her mouth. She
kept moaning with pleasure, and my erection was almost bursting.

I felt more and more fluid dripping from my hands, as if every inch of the pink flesh inside her vagina was
desperately releasing a spring of fluid. Then suddenly, she shuddered violently as if pricked by a needle. I
withdrew my fingers, and Alison collapsed onto the bed.

“You wet the bed,” I joked, laughing. “You’re such a fool,” she retorted, blushing. “Oh
my god, this is so embarrassing!”

“Not at all,” I told her. “You look gorgeous.” I gave her a kiss on the nose, then
couldn’t resist tasting her lips.

“Why am I the only one here without clothes?” she asked. “Good question,” I said. “These shorts have pushed me to my limit, especially with something so hard

inside .” “Hmm…is it my fault?” she teased. “I’m sorry, life has been too ‘hard ’ for you.” I poked her belly, making her squeal and jump again. “That’s for your crude wit.” “Well, if wearing those shorts is really ‘hard’…” I stared at her, holding up a finger threateningly. “Pure coincidence!” she cried. “But seriously, why don’t you take them off?” I figured there was no need to be shy or hesitant anymore. So I pulled down my pants, and my long-suppressed, erect penis immediately sprang out, pointing skyward, triumphantly celebrating its glorious freedom. "My God!" she exclaimed. "What?" "How can it be so big!" "I don't want to lie, I thought it would be about four inches… because you are… you know." "Alison, I'm not a dwarf. Why would you think that?" "Uh, you're Asian…" "That's a terrible misunderstanding and prejudice, you should be ashamed of thinking that." I told her, then poked her stomach again, making her scream and jump. "I apologize, I apologize, I sincerely admit my mistake!" She stared at him with a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and admiration. I let him wave it around, then raised his head towards Alison. "Oh my God, Kevin!" she cried, and I laughed. "You're acting like you've never seen ," I told her. “Hmm, I’ve never seen anything like this before…” “What do you mean?” I asked. “I thought you and Daniel…?” “No, Daniel has never managed to get it up,” she told me. “He’s the worst example of premature ejaculation, plus he’s the kind of person who doesn’t show up before he gets an erection… so I haven’t actually seen a single ball.” “You mean I was your first…?” “Um…yes!” “What a poor girl.” “Shut up!” she snapped. “Wait, you and Elena…?” “No!” I blurted out. “No, absolutely not, not at all!” “That’s good, because I don’t want to pick up her leftovers,” she joked. I pulled her close and kissed her. We hugged each other and kissed passionately until my hard little brother poked her stomach and made her jump again. “Oh, wow! That’s great!” I said. “You’ve played with my ticklishness enough!!” she shouted. She looked at my penis again, and was surprised once more. "Can I touch it?" "Of course, what else would I take it out for?" I retorted, using the exact same tone she had used when talking about her breasts. She encircled my erection with her soft right hand, held it for a moment, and then began to carefully stroke it. Then she brought her mouth to my right nipple and began to wetly nibble at it as she stroked it faster. The combination of her fragrant tongue circling my nipple and her soft little hand stroking my penis was too intense, and I had to forcefully push her away. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I just need a little break," I said. "Unlike you, boys need
time , and I'm far from ready to let you off the hook."

I laid her on the bed and kissed her, then slowly began to move downwards. I gently sucked on her neck,
nibbled at her swollen nipples, and traced her stomach with my wet tongue, reaching the
full . I lifted her right leg and began to nibble and kiss from her glistening toes down to her thigh,
then, as I had done on her neck before, I sucked a deep purple lip print, which made her
tremble.

I ran my tongue across the lower half of her vulva, sweeping the inside of her sweet labia, then
licked to her clitoris. I sucked and bit it, which made her stiffen and let out a "Ah~!!..."
sound. Then I took her entire vulva into my mouth and began to suck, focusing on the ever-full pearl.

"Oh God," she groaned, and

I swallowed her sweet nectar with delight, occasionally brushing against her tightly closed, beautiful anus, not letting
a single drop of fluid flow from her body go to waste. Her musky body drove me almost mad, relentlessly squeezing out
every drop of nectar, and occasionally plunging my tongue deep into her vagina, searching everywhere. Then I sucked on
her clitoris again and kneaded her breasts and swollen, pink nipples with increasing force,
changing shapes, and occasionally pinching and rotating her nipples to give her a slightly painful, extreme
stimulation.

Before long, she couldn't bear it any longer, and a powerful gush of
fluid spurted from her vagina, spraying my face, which I licked up and gulped down as if it were a treasure.

I sat up and asked, "Alison, do you have a condom?"

"No, it's okay," she said, "I use birth control pills. I don't want our first time to be separated by a layer of rubber."

I placed my penis at the opening of her vagina and slowly pushed it in.

I felt the strong resistance of her vaginal walls, and she cooperated by relaxing slightly, allowing me to enter
smoothly . But just as I inserted the entire head of my penis, she reflexively contracted tightly to prevent
the intrusion, which ended up clamping down on my large glans, making us both tremble as if electrocuted.
Then, with a burst of energy, I thrust my hips and fully penetrated her body.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh..." she let out a long moan

and began to slowly thrust, kissing her lips with each stroke. Soon, I began to speed up; her
tight vagina gripped my penis tightly, but this wasn't a big problem because of
the ample . I lowered my head and sucked and bit her breasts with even more forceful thrusts, while she let out
ecstatic moans.

Her extremely narrow passage clung tightly to my swollen penis, rubbing against it, while our hands and lips grew increasingly
frenzied , exploring every unsatisfied spot on each other's bodies, leaving countless scratches and bite marks. Her
pink, peach-like opening seemed to have opened a spring, each thrust producing a
tempting splashing sound.

After a while, I picked her up, turned her over, and made her kneel on the bed, entering her from behind. She had
the most adorable buttocks in the world, perky, full, and perfectly proportioned. With each thrust, I kneaded her
buttocks forcefully, occasionally slapping them, creating waves of alluring pleasure and eliciting coquettish moans. Our lower bodies
quickly synchronized in perfect rhythm.

She tried to lift her upper body, wrapping her arms around my neck, then lowered her head helplessly with moans
. One hand kneaded her nipple, while the other massaged her clitoris. "Oh
my god, I can't feel my legs anymore!" she screamed, almost sobbing.

"Alison, you're so beautiful, you're amazing," I told her.

"You are too," she said softly, still moaning in rhythm with my increasingly rough movements.

Warm fluids flowed down her legs as I continued to thrust forcefully into her now-
muddy pink cunt. After a few minutes, I started to feel tired, on the verge of ejaculating. We were both soaked
from the activity. Just as I managed to suppress the urge to climax, she noticed my predicament and considerately
wanted me to rest. So she climbed on top of me and began to grind herself against me.

Her clitoris rubbed against my pubic bone, and the thick hair around my penis gave her great stimulation.
Then she lifted her legs and squatted on the bed, still in the inserted position, her hands supporting her behind her back, and began to
bounce , making my penis move straight up and down inside her. Each time, I could feel myself hitting a slightly rough
spot, then rubbing and penetrating deeper, withdrawing, hitting that spot again, and then rubbing and penetrating further.

With each insertion, Alison's moans gradually turned into unrestrained screams, faster and
faster. Each high-pitched "Ahhh!!" was
interrupted , followed by an even higher "Ahhh!!" and then she gasped for breath again

. The screams grew shorter and more urgent. I decided to help her, placing my hand on her
clitoris to try and give her more stimulation. She immediately noticed my intention, roughly shoving my hand away and crying out,
"Please... Ahhh!! No!! I'll... lose my balance... Ah!!"

So I had no choice but to lie there obediently, admiring her breasts bobbing up and down with each bounce, her
body gradually turning red, and her beautiful face showing a dazed expression, whether from extreme pain or extreme pleasure.
Watching this scene, I clearly felt my penis becoming even harder inside her. As her movements
became increasingly intense, her climax drew ever closer, and her bodily fluids flowed uncontrollably,
soaking my entire hips in her musky juices.

A moment later, I felt my penis being gripped tightly, unable to move, while she
let out a high-pitched scream she had never heard before, then
abruptly stopped . Her body stiffened, all her muscles tensed, her mouth gaped open as if
desperately trying to breathe but unable to.

A few seconds later, her entire body began to tremble erratically, every tiny muscle
quivering to shatter from a great height and plummet into a deep abyss, she collapsed
onto me, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"Darling, I'm still conserving my energy,"

I whispered mischievously into her ear. While she
looked at me with confused eyes, I pressed her hips down to press her closer, and then
thrust . This caused her to let out a soft scream, immediately
interrupted by the strange sensation of her already aching vagina being roughly rubbed by my huge penis. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.

She tried to lift her hips to escape the torment, but I wouldn't let her succeed. My left hand pressed firmly against her
tailbone preventing her from getting up, while my right hand massaged her buttocks and occasionally lightly penetrated her
anus. This made her brow furrow, as if she were enduring immense pain, yet a slight smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to suggest she
was actually enjoying it.

I saw the veins bulging on her hands gripping the sheets, and her legs involuntarily wrapped around mine, squeezing me
tightly. I could feel the tender flesh inside her vagina throbbing erratically once more, while her
upper body exerted astonishing strength, slowly arching upwards no matter how hard I held her down.

Her tightly furrowed brows deepened, the veins in her hands causing her muscles to bulge and jut out. With each breath,
she seemed to be enduring some immense pain or pleasure, as if trying to fill her already full lungs
with , while simultaneously attempting to release the pressure by holding her breath, but without success.

At this point, my left hand could no longer hold her down, so I reached
into the gap created by her arched body, accurately finding her already swollen clitoris, and roughly pinching and kneading it. This
instantly pierced her last line of defense; her whole body began to shake violently, her mouth wide open but
unable to utter a sound, and after a rapid inhalation, even her breathing seemed to stop.

I continued stimulating her clitoris and anus with both hands, while my penis, swollen to the point of bursting again,
relentlessly thrust into her convulsing vagina, frantically rubbing against her vagina as she tried to
grip my penis. This completely broke her.

Several seconds later, I felt the restraint on my penis suddenly loosen, and she finally
let out a piercing scream at an extremely high pitch, almost instantly emptying her lungs of air. Then, her red-hot, iron-like body slammed heavily onto me
, breathing heavily and making a mocking sound in her throat.

I was just a little short of ejaculating, so I prepared to continue. Upon discovering my intention, she mustered
all her strength and covered my face with her hands, gasping repeatedly,

"Don't...stop..."

This time, I truly felt that she was completely beyond endurance. Her beautiful face, still glowing with
the afterglow of her orgasm, radiated an extremely alluring glow, making me reluctant to ravage her again. Instead, my heart was filled with
happiness , grateful for this moment that had finally arrived after so many years. I gently stroked her wet hair,
tucking it behind her ears, and cupped her sweet face, tired yet content, her eyes reluctant to open, in my hands, placing
a light kiss on her dimples.

This made her open her eyes—such captivating eyes! Our eyes met, and we saw
the deep infatuation, profound gratitude, and boundless love in each other's eyes. I lifted my head and
pecked , then let her rest her head on my chest, caressing her with my hands. After resting like this for a while, I
forgot that my penis was still erect inside her until she moved slightly, tugging at the muscles inside her vagina.

Her head jerked up, her doe-like eyes staring nervously at me. Completely understanding her tension,
I smiled and shook my head, gently patting her pert bottom to indicate I was alright. She climbed off me and
told me to stand up.

I stood up from the bed, and she knelt on my lap. Our heights were just right, positioning her at a perfect
angle to take my penis into her mouth. She looked up at me with longing, and I
watched she opened her small mouth without hesitation and began to swallow. My penis, which had been somewhat limp, immediately became erect,
rapidly swelling to a considerable degree due to my surging emotions.

My length made it impossible for her to swallow it all, so she used one hand to stroke the base of my penis,
the other to support my buttocks, while her mouth continued to suckle, teasing the extremely sensitive
opening with her tongue. I could feel a heavy, surging torrent rushing towards my lower body. I tried to warn
her.

"Alison… I'm going to…"

She seemed not to hear me, recklessly stroking and sucking my glans even faster, as
if trying to draw out all my semen. A moment later, I ejaculated a huge torrent of white semen into her
mouth, filling her entire oral cavity and throat with white cream, which she swallowed whole.

But this wasn't the end. Before my penis went limp, she pulled me down to her knees and
began licking my nipples while her hands rapidly stroked my penis. Then she used
both hands on my nipples and lowered her head to take my penis into her mouth again; I could feel another orgasm coming.

I pulled her down to lie on my stomach, cupping her incredibly sexy breasts in my hands and kneading them, while
she sucked faster and harder, as if trying to finish a giant ice cream in a few seconds. I
felt a shiver run through me, and more semen gushed out; this time she couldn't catch it all, and the remaining semen
sprayed all over her face. We both collapsed, lying there quietly, her still on top of me, my
arms wrapped around her.

The rain outside gradually subsided; the only sound was our heavy breathing.

"So… I think we're not friends anymore," she said playfully.

“We’ve been more than just friends for a long time,” I told her. “I think, somehow
, deep down, we both know that. Like I said before, you
’ve made me whole in a way I’ve never done before, in a way that’s incomparable.”

Hearing this, she kissed me, then rested her head on my body again and hugged me. I tucked
her still-damp hair behind her ear, gently patting her arm.

“I love you, Alison…” I told her.

She blushed, leaned down and kissed my cheek, then said, “I love you too, Kevin. Always
have.”

I gently pulled her chin towards me and kissed her passionately. We slept in each other's
arms . From then on, Alison and I started dating, and life had never been better.

I always believed that Alison was so special and knew that no matter what happened, she would always
hold an important place in my life. Two years after graduating from college, we got married, and the rest of the story is basically
like a fairy tale: they lived happily ever after.

(The End)

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