Cheryl was my friend and I treated her like a sister. I was always helping her help and tonight was no different. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. “You alright,” I asked.
“Yeah.” She said as he turned to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her head over my shoulder. Her move was unexpected. I held her head to my head and stroked her hair, down to the middle of her back, and then back up. Her 34B breasts were pressed into my chest. I was surprised as her hand started to trace my bra line around my back over my t-shirt until she was fondling my breast. She had to hear my heartbeat increase its pace.
Abbey Rhodes 