My name is Oskar, and I’m going to tell you about the vacation I took last year with my best friend Anja. A vacation that would forever change our friendship into something far more intense…

The alarm ripped me out of sleep at four in the morning. For a second I had to get my bearings; then it hit me: in just a few hours, our flight to London was leaving. I jumped out of bed, threw the last few things into my suitcase, and drove to pick up Anja.

We’d known each other for five years now, ever since school. We’d been through everything together: heartbreak, exam stress, all-nighters, but never once had it turned into anything more than pure friendship. At least that’s what I’d thought until then.

When I turned into her street, she was already waiting outside with her suitcase. It was still bitterly cold, yet she was wearing only tight sweatpants and a paper-thin white tank top. The cold had made her nipples rock-hard; they were clearly visible through the fabric.

She ran toward me, threw her arms around my neck, and planted a big kiss on my cheek. Anja is 23, has long blonde hair, a slim, toned body, small firm breasts, and quite possibly the most perfect, juicy ass I’ve ever seen.

We tossed her suitcase into the car and headed for the airport. As usual, she took over the playlist. Instead of talking, we sang at the top of our lungs for the entire two-hour drive until we finally boarded the plane.

Three hours later we landed in London. We grabbed our bags and took the Tube into the city center. Then came the surprise at the hotel: our cheap little double room wasn’t available. Instead, they upgraded us to a huge suite with a panoramic view of the Thames and an enormous king-size bed. We fell into each other’s arms, laughing. Two weeks in this kind of luxury? It felt like winning the lottery.

As soon as we got into the room, I was the first to hop in the shower. The hot water poured over me… and instantly the image of Anja’s hard nipples flashed through my mind again. My cock went rock-hard in seconds. Right at that moment, the bathroom door opened. Anja walked in to unpack her stuff. Her eyes went straight to my erection behind the glass wall. She just gave me a cheeky grin, didn’t say a word, and left again.

We’d seen each other naked hundreds of times before; that was totally normal for us. But today it felt different.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned against the tiles, wrapped my hand around my throbbing shaft, and started stroking, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Images of Anja, her ass, her little tits… I came so hard that thick ropes of cum splattered against the shower wall. I quickly cleaned everything, dried off, and stepped naked back into the room.

Anja was already lying on the bed, scrolling through her phone. Her gaze immediately dropped to my now-soft cock. A knowing, almost challenging smile played on her lips. She didn’t say anything.

While I looked for fresh clothes, she started undressing; not in the bathroom, no, right in front of me. Slowly she pulled her top over her head. Her small, perfect breasts came into view, nipples still slightly hard. I stared a moment too long. Blood rushed straight back to my groin. I quickly turned away before she noticed.

We spent the day exploring the city: sightseeing, fish and chips, laughing nonstop. In the evening we ended up in a cozy little bar. One drink turned into many. Eventually, completely wasted, we stumbled back to the hotel.

I stripped down to my boxer shorts and crawled into bed. Anja took longer, removing makeup, brushing teeth… I picked out a movie, some random teen comedy.

When she finally came out of the bathroom, she was wearing only a tiny black thong. Her breasts bounced slightly as she slipped under the covers and snuggled up tight against me. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest. I draped an arm around her and started the film.

My hand, almost on its own, began stroking her back, moving lower and lower until I reached the waistband of her thong. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips. The air between us crackled.

In the movie, the teens suddenly started playing Truth or Dare. Anja turned her head toward me; her eyes sparkled in the dim glow of the screen.

“Wanna play?” she whispered.

I nodded immediately.

Anja went first. “Truth.”

“When was the last time you got yourself off?”

She grinned wide. “This morning…”

My jaw dropped. “When exactly?”

“Tsk, only one question per turn, Oskar.”

I picked truth.

“Who were you thinking about in the shower earlier?” she asked right away.

I swallowed hard. “You.”

Her eyes darkened with arousal. No judgment. Just pure desire.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said, voice husky.

I wanted to take it slow. “Dance sexy for me. Just in your thong.”

Without hesitation she stood up, picked a slow, sensual R&B track on her phone, and started moving. Her hips swayed, she ran her hands over her body, turned around, and showed me that incredible ass. Her small breasts jiggled with every motion. My cock strained painfully against my shorts.

When the song ended, she sat back down on the bed, cheeks flushed, nipples like bullets.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I croaked.

In one swift move she yanked the blanket off me. My hard-on was clearly outlined under the fabric.

“I want to watch you jerk off. Right now.”

My heart pounded. This was new. This crossed every line we’d ever had. But the alcohol, her eyes, her scent… I couldn’t resist.

Slowly I pulled my boxers down. My 20-centimeter cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. Anja licked her lips. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking, up and down. Her gaze was glued to my hand. Then her own hand slipped into her thong. She rubbed herself, moaned softly, her hips moving in time with mine.

Our breathing grew faster, louder. I was already close…

Suddenly she crawled over and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted sweet, like gin and pure lust. Our tongues danced wildly. My hands finally grabbed what I’d dreamed about for years: her small, firm tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. Then that unbelievable ass.

She moaned into my mouth. Her hand closed around my cock and started stroking me. I groaned loudly.

Then she broke the kiss, looked deep into my eyes, and lowered her head. Her warm, soft lips wrapped around my tip. Slowly, inch by inch, she took me deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirled along the sensitive underside. I’d never had a blowjob this perfect. She sucked, licked, and gently massaged my balls. The room was filled with wet sounds and my moaning.

“I’m gonna come…” I gasped.

Instead of stopping, she went faster, more passionate. My cock pulsed, then I exploded. Thick, hot jets shot into her mouth, more than ever before. Anja swallowed every drop, eyes locked on mine.

Then she kissed me again. I tasted myself on her tongue.

Now it was my turn. I flipped her onto her back, kissed down her neck, sucked on her hard nipples, and nibbled gently until she cried out. My hand slid between her legs; her thong was soaked. I slowly pulled it off and spread her thighs.

Her shaved pussy glistened with wetness. I licked her once, slowly from bottom to top; she tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Then I plunged my tongue deep inside her, circling her clit fast, sucking on it. Two fingers slid in; she was so tight, so hot. Anja screamed, her hands gripping my hair.

“Oskar… fuck… don’t stop…”

Her body shook. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers. She came so hard that she squirted; a warm gush hit my chin. I kept licking her through the orgasm until she was trembling and gasping for air.

Then I pulled her up and kissed her wildly while the aftershocks still rippled through her body.

Exhausted and blissfully happy, we collapsed into bed, naked, sweaty, wrapped tightly around each other.

That was only our first night in London…

End of Part 1