I’m a bit of a “tom-boy”, I have to admit it. I like to hang out with my girlfriends, but I’d rather hang out with my guy friends. I like to be in the woods, hunting, or playing football, or simply sitting, doing nothing but drinking a beer with the guys.
The girls were always talking about sex, or their boyfriends and the guys, well, they chatted about banging “so and so” but not in a lurid and perverted way. And for the most part, the guys didn’t really talk about their sexual prowess whenever I was around. I don’t know if it was out of respect for me, or that they simply didn’t make their sexual appetite a central part of their conversations.
John and Jim were school mates of mine. We were all twenty-one and starting our junior year at a local university. John and Jim shared an apartment together, and it was kind of our little “safe place” from the rest of the world.
I was perfectly content with my guy friends, and there was never any pressure by either John or Jim when it came to sex. In fact, we often joked about it and they teased me a little bit, thinking I was a lesbian. I assured them I was not a lesbian, although I wasn’t so sure. For what it is worth, I thought they were gay, but they both quickly let me know they were not gay, just “delayed.” Sex was not the center of our life or our social interactions.
Then one evening, John and I got a little carried away, teasing each other, and before I knew what was really happening, we had done the unthinkable. We were both a little surprised at how quickly things escalated and how very quickly we both gave in to our sexual desires. Neither of us drank, but on that evening, we experimented with some tequila. The liquor loosened our inhibitions, and before either of us knew what was going on, we were completely naked and from there, nature simply took over.
John quickly fell asleep, or passed out, I don’t really know for sure, which. It had been a great experience, but for whatever reason, I felt guilty, not for having sex, but for leaving out Jim, who was my best buddy.
John was dead asleep and there was no waking him up, so I stealthily tip-toed to Jim’s room. I pushed the bedroom door open. I could see that Jim was dead asleep. I silently slipped out of my t-shirt and my panties and gently slipped under the covers.
I snuggled up close to Jim, listening to his breathing. Jim was a very special friend. He had always been the one friend I could always count on when I couldn’t count on anyone else to be there for me.
I slid up next to Jim and placed my hand on his chest as I slipped a bare leg over his extended legs. His eyes fluttered open. He stared up at the ceiling in silence, probably trying to figure out what to do or say or if he was dreaming.
“What are you doing?” Jim whispered after a few seconds.
“Nothing,” I whispered back.
“Are you naked?” he asked.
“Completely,” I whispered back.
“Why?” asked Jim.
“Because we can’t make love with our clothes on,” I whispered back.
Jim turned his head in my direction.
As he looked at me in disbelief, I moved my hand down towards his abdomen and then to his crotch. He had a solid hard-on already in place.
He swallowed hard as I placed my hand on his erection.
“Nice package,” I whispered, as he continued to stare at me while I massaged his manhood through the thin cottony fabric of his boxer shorts.
“I’m a virgin,” Jim said softly.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied. “I was too until about an hour ago.”
It took a few seconds for my declaration to work its way through Jim’s brain. When it did, his eyes widened.
“No way,” Jim declared.
I smiled and told him that it was okay because we were grown adults and there was nothing to be ashamed about. The entire time we were chatting, I continued to massage his steel rod. I pushed my hand past the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and for the first time ever, I got to directly feel his manhood.
Jim closed his eyes, as I played with his tool under the covers.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he declared after a few minutes of my vigorous teasing.
“Cum inside of me,” I whispered.
“Can I?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, pushing his boxer shorts down his thighs.
I lightly tongued his nipples and then I repositioned myself under the covers, straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips, my pussy resting on top of his tool, as I leaned forward and continued my erotic teasing.
Suddenly, Jim grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me into one fantastic, deep-throated and very passionate kiss. Oh Lord! I was done. My goose was cooked. That was all that it took.
I pressed the head of Jim’s cock into the folds of my pussy. I worked my hips back and forth very slowly as his seven-and-a-half-inch dick slipped deeper and deeper into my pussy. Our pelvic bones met, and suddenly, we were off to the races at that point.
Jim’s cock filled my pussy and I liked the rhythmic nature of how things proceeded. He raked his fingertips across my back, sending a chill down my spine. We continued to kiss for the longest time, while his cock pulsated inside my pussy.
I could feel his unannounced release filling me up, as his grip on my arms and my shoulder tightened.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as he dumped his load inside of me.
He apologized and said he would take full responsibility if I got pregnant. I told him I was on the pill and to not worry.
My declaration seemed to take away any apprehension at that point. He wrapped his legs around me and then rolled me onto my back. He shoved his still hard cock back into my aching pussy. We continued to push the envelope until I couldn’t hold back. My whole body began to shake and tremble, and things got a little hazy at that point. I think I passed out, but I’m not sure.
I woke up to find Jim asleep beside me. I reached down and felt for his semi-erect cock. I slipped under the covers and began to lightly kiss the shaft of his tool. Almost immediately, his tool began to re-harden, so I gently took it into my mouth and began to suck on it.
Jim’s hands found their way to my head, letting me know that I had awakened my Adonis.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” Jim declared.
“I know,” I dutifully replied as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of his manhood. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”
Jim hummed his approval and shortly after that, he exploded. OH! My! God! Cum went everywhere. I did my best to swallow as much as I could, but I couldn’t. I licked it off his shaft and from the base of his tool, where some had pooled. It didn’t have much of a taste and was a little thick, but I did my best to do my duty.
We lay there kissing for the longest time. Jim was a great kisser – more so than John – and I loved the gentleness and passion he brought to kissing.
The tap on Jim’s bedroom door told us both that John was up. I quickly slipped back into my panties and my t-shirt and made my way to the bathroom, where I cleaned up as best possible. Emerging a few minutes later, I found Jim and John sitting at the dining room table, in their boxer shorts and shirtless, sipping on coffee.
“Do you want some coffee?” John asked.
“Yes,” I dutifully replied before asking, “How was your night?”
John smiled and replied, “Pretty good, how was yours?”
“Really good,” I replied. I looked at Jim and asked with a sideways nod of my head, “How was your night?”
“Really good,” Jim replied.
My best buds were so sly and cool.
“You know y’all should at least put on shirts,” I teased.
John looked at Jim and then they both got up and headed to their respective bedrooms, leaving me all alone at the dining room table. A few seconds later and they both emerged from their respective bedrooms, each clad in a shirt and wearing nothing else downstairs.
I had to laugh. These were my best buds and they still are. We have a lot of stories to tell . . .
