My Best Friend-part 1
By the time I turned 19, I was all grown up but I wasn't an attractive woman by any means. I was pretty thin, had small tits (B-cup, barely), shoulder-length red hair, wore eyeglasses. I mostly wore frumpy, baggy clothes (sweaters, vests, baggy jeans etc.) Not because they were more comfortable, but also because I knew I wouldn't look... good... in anything revealing or tight. I actually thought that calling me "plain" would be too generous.
At that point, I never dated anyone or even kissed a boy. I had one good male friend, Michael (we've been friends since kindergarten), but I never got any indication that he was attracted to me. Still, I really enjoyed his company. We would hang out, chat, watch movies together, go to the mall sometimes... typical friends stuff. I really liked spending time with him, and I thought that he was quite handsome (6'2, fit, athletic, dark hair), and he played sootball and drove a red Impala, which I thought was pretty cool. But I never had any romantic notions about him because I couldn't imagine him liking me that way. He dated a few girls as far as I know, but it was nothing serious. None of those relationships lasted long. Few months at most.
Still, he was always so nice to me, and so handsome... of course I fantasized about him... I would lie naked at night (I always sleep naked) and desire his touch... I couldn't keep my hand from sliding down... sometimes, I would lick and suck my juices off my fingertips and imagine that was Michael's hand and that I would soon feel his dick inside my virgin pussy...
Three years ago, when we were both 18, I finally... almost got the real thing. I went to Michael's house that night, I just wanted to hang out. The door was open, but it didn't look anyone was there. I heard heavy moaning coming from his room. I went over there, on my tiptoes. The door was ajar. I peaked inside. I recognized Vanessa, his mom's friend. She was 42 but very attractive: huge tits and ass, long smooth legs and long, bleached blonde hair. She was on Michael's bed, butt-naked, and he was on top of her... fucking her. I couldn't see much, because it was dark, but I couldn't look away either. Vanessa's long, acrylic fingernails dug into Michael's back as she screamed: "Yes, you young fucker, just like that!" then she arched her back and cried out, I'm pretty sure she came... Michael thrusted a few more times, then cried out and collapsed on top of her. Weak and barely able to stand, I sneaked out, went home and pleasured myself for the rest of the night. I never told Michael what I saw.
But it was the next summer that my wish finally came true. I still remember it like it was yesterday. My parents were away that night. Michael and I hanged out at my home. We were both 19. We decided to watch a movie... "Black Swan". We didn't know much about it at the time, but it sounded interesting. So neither of us expected that hot lesbian scene about halfway through the movie. Talk about awkward. It only lasted a minute or so, but it seemed to go on forever. My cheeks were burning, I had no idea what to say or do. I kept looking at Michael and then at the floor, cringing the whole time. His eyes were glued to the screen, his cheeks as red as mine.
The next thing I knew, he kind of stretched out and then put his arm around me. I felt myself shudder, heat rushing through my body. It felt different... but good... I felt myself grow relaxed, comfortable. I heard Michael sigh and felt him shift in place. I looked over at him and my heart skipped a beat. I could tell that he was hard... his boner tenting his jeans. It looked so big... His eyes were glued to the screen, but I'm sure I saw him glance at me for a moment. Hundreds of thoughts were racing through my head in an instant. Then I felt him reach out with his free arm and hold my hand. My cheeks flared up, my heart was pounding. He held me gently but firmly, rubbing his thumb on the inside of my palm, pressing in every now and then. Sensations traveled down my arm throughout the body. I couldn't believe what was happening. We didn't say a word.
And then... he slowly pressed in and pulled my hand down... lying it down on his raging hard-on. I gasped, but didn't pull away. I was fascinated. It was so fucking hard, like a steel, and I could feel it throb under my touch. I creamed my panties and felt my clit swell up. Michael turned over and looked at me, his breathing heavy, his cheeks crimson red. His eyes bore into mine and he asked me: "Do you feel it?" in a deep, husky voice. I hissed and the next thing I knew I was running my hand up and down his bulge, my fingers lingering and exploring his shaft. He laid his head back and started moaning. His eyes were closed, his face flushed, drops of sweat reflecting on it. And then, all of a sudden, he opened his eyes, looked at me for a moment, and leaned over.
When our lips met, my breathing hitched and I felt jolts run through my body. I was trembling with excitement. Our tongues touched and I moaned, my heart skipping a beat. Everything progressed naturally. Our tongues dipped and explored, our hot breaths mixing together. Things got very heated real fast. We ended up in my room. I watched Michael take his clothes off, my pussy dripping wet. My eyes widened, my clit started to throb. He was so fucking hot: tall, lean but muscular, with nice, firm biceps, cute firm butt and strong, hairy legs. His dick was so big, at least eight inches long and five inches in girth, and rock hard... for me. He was all man. Thick, dark pubes grew around it and on his balls, beckoning me to touch them and lick them... I don't think he ever shaved. I was in awe, my heart hammering. He grinned and we locked eyes as he walked over to me, butt naked and with a wicked boner.
Michael reached over and took my sweater off. I was afraid he would be turned off at the sight of me. He stared at my breasts, his eyes wide. (I wasn't wearing a bra, because I figured what was the point?) He reached over and touched my tits, his lips spreading into a grin. "Beautiful..." he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. I was delighted, my heart was hammering. I thought I was going to melt. One thing led to another. Before I knew it I was completely naked too. He kissed me on the lips and then ran his kisses down my neck... breasts... belly... down to my dripping wet virgin pussy. I was trembling and moaning, it felt so good. He had such a long, slick tongue... When he first started licking me, I cried out, my body writhing with sensations. I thought I was going to squirt right then and there. As it was, I lasted around two minutes. That was the most intense orgasm I had experienced up to that point.
Michael still licked my c**t madly, making sure to scoop it all up. Then he stood up, his huge erection throbbing before me. I gripped his hard cock and he moaned. I started stroking him, clumsily at first, but I got a hold of it quickly (ha). He was moaning heavily. I could feel his hard dick pulsing madly in my soft, warm hand. He didn't last long either. He cried out my name as he jizzed on my rack, shooting thick ropes of cum on my bare tits. I thought that was so fucking hot... still do. Then he looked down at me and grinned... such admiration in his eyes, his smile... I felt so naughty, my mind racing... I scooped up some of his spunk off my tits and licked my finger clean... as soon as he saw that, he was rock-hard again... I saw him grow aroused right in front of me... I was transfixed, mesmerized... it was beautiful... his foreskin was quite thick, his glans so big and red... I quite enjoyed seeing it swell up and slowly slide out of its meat home, in front of me, for me, glistening with smegma and cum.
To be continued...
