Chapter 3
I’m just a regular girl; if I walked past you on the street, you might not even notice me. I don’t think I’m ugly, but let’s say I’m average for girls my age. My body’s nice, but I rarely wear clothes that show it off—I always go for comfort over looks. One thing about me is my glasses. I love these frames!
He got into the bathtub without seeming to realize I was there half-naked in this private space with him. In his head up until then, I was just a friend, or at least that’s what I still believed. We just lounged there, high and chatting about random stuff.
“Hey, can you give me a shoulder massage?” I asked, turning my back to him and sitting between his legs.
I’d never had any issues getting comfortable around him. And since I was a little buzzed, I didn’t even notice how much skin I had exposed. He started massaging my shoulders, and I kicked off a game.
“Who would you hook up with? Patricia from English class or Sara from our room? You can only pick one!”
“Sara,” he answered.
“Would you give up your ass to save the world?”
“No way, fuck the world,” he replied, laughing his ass off.
“But if the robber said: Suck my dick or I’ll kill you! Would you do it?”
“It’s happened before, and I’m still alive here, aren’t I?” he answered dead serious.
“Blowjob queen!” I teased.
“My turn! Virginia, would you rather have a hot guy with no dick or an ugly dude who’s hung?”
“No dick how? Like a small dick or no dick at all?” I asked.
“No dick whatsoever!”
“And how’s he gonna piss?” I asked.
“Hell if I know, dude! Pick one…”
“Ah! The ugly one…”
“You can’t live without dick, huh?” he said, teasing me.
“Of course I can, I’ve been living just fine so far!”
I’d never seen a dick up close; the most I’d done once was grind on one when he grabbed me like a boy, and that was it.
“My chest hurts; I think I’m gonna get my period this week,” I said while feeling myself up.
“Want a massage?” he asked like a hot knife!
“Yeah!” I answered, laughing, but covering up so he wouldn’t try anything. “Johnny, have you ever grabbed a girl’s tits?”
“Sort of! Like, grabbed… Grabbed! Never.”
I wasn’t thinking straight; I was tripping out. The water on my skin felt extra special because of the weed—I was super sensitive. And I had this instinctive reaction right then; I grabbed his hands and brought them to my tits.
“Grab ‘em; if you die a virgin, you can say you got mine!” I said, laughing.
“I’m not your gay friend, fuck,” he said, groping me in this awful way.
“Ow, dude! Not like that. Gentle! Like this!” I said, guiding his hand…
Suddenly, a silence started settling in the room. My eyes closed, and I felt the rough skin of his hand touching mine in this nice, shy way. Sometimes he’d press harder, squeezing lightly, and I’d murmur quick words about how good it felt. I was discovering those touches too. When he brushed over my nipples still through the bikini top, I got this huge shiver and started getting more and more turned on, losing control without realizing it.
“Untie the string in the back,” I ordered.
He did, and the top of the bikini ended up on the towel rack nearby. I leaned back against him again, giving him my back and fully exposing myself to his touches. We weren’t saying anything anymore. When he touched my nipples, I’d hold his hand there longer. I didn’t remember them ever feeling this sensitive. His hand slid down to my belly, and I writhed like a snake, moaning without making a sound. I rubbed against him trying to get comfy until he gave me a light kiss on the cheek near my ear, and I giggled.
“Hmm… Give me another one!” I commanded, and he obeyed.
“One more…” He gave me several.
His face touched mine; I felt his barely shaved skin. I didn’t feel shame or fear; I just felt the touches and wasn’t thinking about anything. He gave a little nibble on my ear followed by a kiss, and then I moaned, opening up completely.
“Oh… Don’t do that…” I said, playing coy.
He grabbed my waist hard and pulled me closer so he could reach my mouth, still from behind, kinda awkward, but he kissed me, and damn, what a tasty kiss my friend had. It was hot and soft; we were horny, and it didn’t take long for the kisses to get strong and intense. His hand wandered over my legs, behaving itself between my thighs. I felt my pussy throbbing; I gave it a light squeeze and felt this huge pleasure building up. I wanted to slip my hand under the bikini and rub one out while he did his thing, but I was scared of getting caught. Up to that point, I hadn’t thought about how far I wanted to go with him.
On my back, I felt something hotter than the water, and it was rock hard poking me. I was super curious to see it; I wanted to grab it but didn’t have the guts. I was bargaining with myself, “If I ask, he’s gonna want to touch me, and I don’t know if I want to give it up to him…” Truth is, I wanted to bad, but there were all those other things only women get.
“Johnny, can I see it?” I asked, pulling away from the kiss.
“What?” he asked like an idiot.
“Your cock…”
“But it’s underwater… You wanna feel it with your hand?” he said all sly!
My right hand followed his strong thigh to where I wanted, I was twisted in that position but didn’t care. His dick was out of his swimsuit and standing straight up; it was super hard and hot. I let out this huge satisfied laugh while kissing his mouth. I barely touched it with my open palm to feel the size, and I felt him moaning and losing control of the kiss. I didn’t know exactly what to do and let instinct take over; I wrapped my fingers around it, rubbing my thumb on the head with light pressure. I kept looking at him to gauge his reaction; seeing him in pleasure turned me on.
The funny thing was we stayed there kissing, but we didn’t go any further than that. The weed high was wearing off; my fingers were pruned, and I was mortified about having to talk to him after. I kinda wanted to, but something happened between us I can’t explain. One second I thought he was gonna fuck me right there in the tub, and the next the horniness seemed gone.
“Let’s get out?” I said.
“The water’s getting cold,” he said.
I stood up and started drying off with the towel; I was still just in the bottom of the bikini, my tits exposed, and he looked at me, checking them out.
“What do you think?”
“They’re gorgeous…”
He stood up to dry off, and his cock was hard; he took off his swimsuit and got totally naked. I stared with a smile, admiring what I saw. I took a step toward him, grabbed his cock again, and said.
“We’ll continue, okay?” I said, starting a new round of kisses.
“I want to; wanna go to my room?” he asked.
“Yeah, but first I gotta pee; I’m bursting!”
“Can I watch?” he asked in a joking tone.
“No! Are you nuts?” I said, all indignant.
He left me alone and went out; the toilet was in a separate little room inside the bathroom—he didn’t even need to leave, but knowing someone might hear my noises embarrassed me. I was bursting, horny, and still had some weed lingering in my head; never had a piss felt so good. I washed up good with liquid soap; I wanted to be sure I was ready in case I put my pussy in play. I laughed because just brushing against it made me want to rub one out; I just didn’t because I thought it’d be dumb to finger myself in his mom’s bathroom. Don’t judge me.
I put the bikini bottom back on and went out to the main bathroom area. He came back right after with a fresh round of beers.
“You trying to get me drunk, fuck?”
“No way, dude, nothing like that!”
“You gonna put some clothes on?” I said, pointing at his dick that was starting to go soft.
He didn’t answer me. I expected him to take more initiative, so I went on the attack with a new kiss. I was horny; with one hand I squeezed his firm ass, and with the other I grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. He was taller than me, so it was easy to reach his neck; I liked seeing him moan under my touch and slid my mouth down to his chest. His cock was leaking this fluid at the tip that I used as lube. I spent some time sucking his nipples and giving him a light handjob; he was moaning and totally passive.
“I’m gonna suck your cock, okay?” I warned, getting on my knees.
Everything I did, he reacted with this shocked look. I was dying to suck it, but he wasn’t asking me to do anything. Fine by me! His dick was nice, really pale, and his balls had this light brown, faded color; he barely had any hair—looked like he trimmed. I started kissing the head that wasn’t covered by skin; my blowjob knowledge came from porn I’d watched. And before he could say anything, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. When I sucked on the head of his cock, he shook all over. It was hot, tasted good, and the texture was soft! I had this urge to rub it all over my face; I didn’t know why I wanted it so bad, but I had to keep some composure. I gave kisses in between and ran my tongue all over it. I lifted it, lowered it to see the details better, and gave some attention to his balls—they were loose and empty, and I could feel his nuts inside. When I gave a little nibble, he protested. “Does that hurt?” I thought.
“I need to sit down,” he said in desperation.
So I stood up and kissed his mouth; his cock was poking my belly, and I slipped it between my thighs to feel it against my pussy over the bikini. “I think I want to fuck him!” I loved that teasing and imagined him pushing my bottoms aside and poking to get in, and what it’d feel like inside me.
“Wanna fuck?” I asked, grinding on him.
“You sure?” he questioned.
“You gay or something, Johnny?” I snapped!
“Virginia, you’ve always been my friend, and I’ve always loved you a ton. Of course I’m horny as hell and want to fuck you, but I think we should think about this.”
He was right; it all happened so fast. Being horny was normal, but maybe the booze and weed made it easier. I confess that was a cold shower. I didn’t feel rejected; he respected me and didn’t want me doing something I’d regret. So I excused myself and went to get dressed. To be continued.