FaceBook Friend to FaceBook Lover

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I have known Pam since 9th grade. She is from Small Town Friendly where I grew up. I was our high school quarterback and point guard. Pam was one of the hottest cheerleaders at RS Central.

I hadn't thought about her in years. I remember interacting with her at our 10 year class reunion. She was the life of the party, dirty dancing with guys and girls. The married men, myself included, tongues were left wagging.

Pam stood about 5 feet 6, a face of an angel and the ass of a Instagram model. Think of a blonde Kim Kardashian, but her ass and breasts are from Mother Nature not from her Mother's cosmetic surgeon.

I was our Class Reunion DJ and announced all the awards. I'm not sure who thought of these but we announced awards like Most Kids, Most Successful, Most Marriages and who has the longest drive back home.

I won that certificate. My wife and I came from Maryland. Pam was so happy to receive the most marriages award. My wife and I gave her a ride home.

A drunk Pam told us how her last husband would require a blow job before he would give her the credit card to go to Wal Mart.

My last vision of Pam is her stumbling down the sidewalk to her mom's house.

Fast forward 10 years later. I have relocated from Maryland to Charlotte. I'm at my computer checking my FaceBook and see a friend request from Pam.

Oh did I mention I'm now divorced. I get my boys every other weekend. After messaging each other a few times, we make a date to meet up at a local club in Small Town Friendly. It's located an hour outside of Charlotte.

I'm hanging with a few of my homies trading war stories. I hear:

"Tim Kincaid!!"

I turn and there she is: Pammie K. She is a little chubbier than ten years prior but leave no doubt, she is a MILF of epic proportions. I break away from my mates.

"Hey there darlin. Damn girl. Turn around and let me get a look."

She dons a snug fitting aqua spandex dress that falls just below her fabulous fanny.

"Do you like what you see, Mr. Kincaid." As she spins.

"Hell to the yes." I reply.

"Come here big boy and give me a hug." She is squeezing so tight.

"What are you drinking honey." I reply.

"Vodka, nice and neat."

I order us drinks. After three rounds we head to the dance floor. Pam has always been a great dancer. However, we are doing more bumping and grinding than dancing.

"Timmy, can I tell you something," Pam says in a slurred voice. "Umm, I do bad things."

"Oh really, I may be able to help you out. What are you referring?"

"I love cocaine," she whispers.

"So do I, great minds think alike."

"Eww baby you making my panties wet."

"Here take that to the bathroom. Be careful, a couple bumps of that and your panties gonna fall off."

Pam invades my personal space and begins kissing me using her delicious tongue. Watching her walk to the bathroom is sexual poetry in motion. After a few minutes she returns. Her eyes are beaming.

"Oh my Gosh, that shit is awesome. Baby, can we get a room. I want to put a line on your cock and sniff it off."

"Bartender!!Check Please!!"

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We are all comfy in the room. I made Pam a little personal package to take to the bathroom while she changes and freshen up.

"Big boy are you ready," she says.

"Hell yea girl, I've been waiting twenty years for that ass."

She giggles.

Pam hits enter on her laptop. "Darling Nikki" from Prince start to play. She walks in wearing a red and black schoolgirl skirt, a white shirt unbuttoned to reveal her beautiful cleavage.

Those six inch white stilettos are amazing. Think of Britney Spears in her original MTV Video.

Prince sings: I knew a girl name Nikki, I guess you could say she was a sex fiend.

"Hey Big Baller, guess what," she whispers.

"What?"

"I left my panties in the bathroom," as she lifts the front, her womanhood is like a work of art. She twirls around displaying that porn star ass.

My mouth waters and my cock hardens. Pam gets her wish and sniffs line after line off my member.

I return the favor, licking and sniffing coke from her beautiful innie to her gorgeous flower. We have erotic sex for what seems like hours.

FINAL THOUGHT

All these years I thought FaceBook as a time wasting activity. After spending the weekend with my classmate Pam; the coke sniffing slut. I Love the MetaVerse.