Your Skater Girl Best Friend

Hey everybody! I feel like some of the very best stories resolve around friends who have had an un-spoken thing, a thing which finally explodes in passion. And that's kind of what I wrote about below! So message me if you are interested—only requirements are #1 my preferences, #2 long responses of a few paragraphs

Amber is a skater girl—tell-tale bandaid over the bridge of her nose, large brown eyes, and green and black hair that falls down to her shoulders with matching green lipstick; a worn, old dog collar clings to her tan neck, a makeshift choker. She wears a tight tan tank top with the picture of a cactus I'm the middle with the words “I'm prickly!” 

She is probably a D-cup with a sizeable bust, if her friend looks down at her he can totally look down the tanktop—see tan lines, and some of her bra peeking out. And she wears a set of tight denim shorts, clinging to a rear built from skateboarding and going to the gym.

The friend has always joked that she is “flat” and everything and he has never made a move… they are just friends, right? She is also always getting in trouble or getting hurt while skating and he is always there to patch her up and help her. One fateful day they break into an abandoned mall to hang out, she hurts her knee and he patches it up. The cops come to go and investigate and they have to hide. They get into a closet, him behind her—his crotch accidentally rubbing against her rear. The heat builds slowly, she calls him “small” and he raises the temp. He had always joked she has a small butt while in reality she does not. Hands wander, they flirt, his hands go under her tanktop—into her shorts—her hands dip into his jeans—basically they mess with each other and when the cops leave well—they are each other's first. :3