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My best friend

I had always had a very unusual relationship with my best friend. David was straight and I was not so much. I had always liked men but had only ever had relationships with woman. The relationship which was described by my Girlfriend was like that of siblings with a whole heap on incest thrown in. Between the play fighting, bickering like an old couple and public displays of affection/embarrassment in order to claim the title of top dog. we were often mistaken for a couple and no matter what, we picked each other up off the floor when life got us down. One winter morning at 5am I rang David annoyed and upset and as expected he told me to drop dead and hung up the phone, so naturally I kept calling till he answered. I had been invited to be a guest speaker on a panel in the city and my Girlfriend decided last minute to not to come with me choosing to spend the next few days meditating with her meditation group (stupid hippy) and I was in desperate need of some moral support and someone to get drunk and order room service with. So, after very little convincing he agreed to come with me and at 9am we were on our way into the city and I was feeling much better. We checked in and made our way too our room on the third floor. The hotel room was pretty basic two double beds, a bathroom and a tv. The first thing on our agenda was to go to the bar and get drunk because I wasn’t needed till the next evening and it was a perfect opportunity to play our favourite game of top dog. It ...

... pretty much just meant that whoever could embarrass to other the most won, a game I usually won’t due to my lack of shame. After way too many shots and self made cocktails which were disgusting, several advances from drunk men who spent the vast majority of the conversations staring at my double E chest before David put his arm around me to pretend he was my boyfriend an act he did often. I was crowned me the winner and carried each other back to our room, falling and laughing about how we had been kicked out of the bar for lowering the tone of the hotel bar after I was dared to give David a lap dance. Before the door was open I started to get undressed and by the time I reached the bed next to the bathroom I was in nothing but my underpants. I climbed into the bed and started to drift off to sleep but soon I realised that I was no longer alone. David had climbed into bed with me and was spooning me. this wasn’t uncommon for us but usually we had more clothes on and he had also stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed. I wasn’t too bothered as I was drunk and too tired to kick him out of bed. I was woken in the early hours feeling very turned on and could feel something pressing up against my back. it soon became clear that David was playing with my boobs in his sleep. I reached my hand round to his face and stroked it to wake him up a little. He stopped playing with my boobs as he started to wake. “David, you’re playing with my boobs in your sleep. I’m turned on to ...