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My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01

By: TxAuthor



This is the first part of this series. Enjoy!

Part 1

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Chapter 1

'Can you believe she's wearing that???'

The note slid onto my desk, scrawled in the margin of a map of 1600s Asia. I looked over at Katie Perkins, my best friend and the note's author, and back to the note's subject. Alicia Smith was sitting three rows in front of us, her miniskirt so short we could practically tell what underwear she was wearing. I looked back at Katie, who raised her eyebrows like she usually did when we were sharing a private joke. Katie liked to predict the skankiness of Alicia's outfits, and today she was on the mark.

'Good guess,' I scribbled back. 'Maybe it helps her grades?' The map slid back to Katie's desk. We were paired up, working on our history project. Our teacher, Mr. Andrews, was once again hung over, so he had us pair up and work 'as quietly as possible.' This let Katie and me write as many notes as we wanted. In other classes, we had to be more clandestine.

'Grades, not so much,' Katie replied on the note. 'Guys staring, definitely.'

'Jealous? That doesn't seem like you...' I wrote back. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

'THAT kind of attention, I don't need. Thanks, dick.'

Katie took her map back, and started to work quietly. I had clearly touched a nerve. I took my own map, scrawling a poorly executed attempt at apology and flattery. She read it, rolled her eyes again, and replied on the corner of my map.

'You are clueless about girls, Jimmy, so I'll let it pass this time.'

By the end of our lesson, we had finished out work and spent the last ten minutes passing more notes about other topics. When the bell rang, Alicia Smith stood up, to the silent appreciation of every guy in class, and attempted to straighten her skirt. As she tugged it lower, she exposed more of her waist and a hint of ass crack. I turned, dreamy-eyed, to find Katie's eyebrows furrowed at me.

"Really?" she said, exasperated.

"Katie, I'm an eighteen-year-old virgin. You put a half-dressed girl in front of me, it's like putting a ham sandwich in front of a starving man," I said defensively as we filed out of the room.

"I just thought someone who claims to be as smart as you do would be less shallow." There wasn't a hint of anger or hurt in her voice, but I could tell I was in hot water. Twelve years of friendship and Katie was in many ways still a mystery to me. I could tell, however, when she was pissed; that, at least, I could detect.

"You know that I wouldn't be that shallow," I said, trying to get her to smile. Katie looked at me reproachfully with her light blue eyes. We paused in the hallway, the crowd going around us, looking pissed that we stopped and blocked the way.

"Come on, Katie-Just because I took a look doesn't mean I'd want to date a moron like that. It's just my inner primate reacting."

"Fine," she said coolly. I couldn't see why she was mad. Katie and I were both single, and so it didn't seem like I should have to defend myself. But before I could continue, she spoke.

"Are you still coming over tonight for dinner? Your mom has some big announcement, right?" She pushed her long, black hair behind her ear, tossing the other side of her hair behind her back.

"Yeah, I'm coming. I still don't know what she's up to. You never know with our moms." Our moms were friends, and when Katie and I were introduced in kindergarten, they were ecstatic that we took to each other as well as we did. So Katie was not only my best friend, but also I saw her most nights of the week; whether we were studying or hanging out trying to play guitar. Over the years we had started finishing each other's sentences and knew everything about the other. She punched me on the arm, her usual goodbye, and walked off to her last class of the day. It was the only class we didn't share, and it always felt like an odd parting as she headed to AP French and I headed to AP Spanish. A minute later I took my seat near the back of the room. Our Spanish teacher, Señor Reynolds, also had us work in groups. We were preparing a skit about buying a car-in Spanish, of course. I was working with two of my other friends, Denny and Harry. Denny was the drummer in my non-existent band with Katie. She and I played guitar-poorly. We were lacking a bass player, and also songwriting talent. 

"Holy crap, did you guys see Alicia Smith today?" Harry asked. Denny nodded, grinning. I just nodded. They both paused, setting their pens down and looking at me seriously for a moment. 

"What, you didn't like the skirt?" Harry asked. "Or did Katie give you shit again?"

"Why would Katie give me shit?" I asked, a little too defensively. Sensing the truth behind my words, they pounced.

"Hmm, good question, Jim," Denny said. "Maybe it's because every time I hang out with you two, and you see some girl walk by, she gives you shit about it."

"Totally, Jimbo," Harry nodded wisely. 

"You two are full of shit, you know that," I said. "Besides, Katie is my best friend, she just doesn't want to see me act like a tool, like you two," I said with a smirk.

"Laugh if you want, dude," Harry said. "I'm just saying that if I had a best friend like Katie, and she pouted every time I looked at another girl, I'd..." he trailed off, breaking into Spanish as Señor Reynolds walked by.

"Cuando por la coche?" he asked in Spanish. Señor Reynolds nodded in approval as Denny replied, "Como coche quierres, señor?" When our teacher was out of earshot, Denny added. "Harry is right, Jim."

"About what," I asked, getting annoyed as we started the same circular conversation I had been having them with for four years. 

"I'd be all over Katie if I had the chance. No offense, no offense!" he chortled as I shot him a look. "I'm just saying-and don't get all protective of her again-but Katie's pretty hot. Shit she's drop dead beautiful, and if I even suspected I had a chance I'd be on that ass in a second. I mean, she's smart and all, which is cool, but she has an amazing body. Remember last year at your birthday party? That bathing suit she wore?"

"Yeah that was amazing. I still dream about that," Harry chimed in. 

"I mean she has that amazing ass and...well, I could go on but I'm going to get overexcited. Bottom line, she's hot, and she probably likes you. If it were me, I'd be all over her. Am I right, Harry?"

"In a heartbeat, Jim," Harry said seriously. "Why don't you just ask her on a date? You two hang out by yourselves so much anyway, what would be the difference? I mean, you might actually get some."

"Nah, not Katie," Denny said. "She's too virtuous. You might at least get to touch her tits, but that's it."

"Alright, knock it off," I said in a tone that ended the conversation. "I'm not asking her on a date. We're friends, that's it. And no more talking about her like she's a piece of meat."

"You mean like Alicia Smith?" Harry asked, breaking into laughter.

"Excelente!" Harry said. "Cuando por el coche azul?" he said as Sr. Reynolds walked by again. As the subject changed to the buying and selling of cars in Spanish, I couldn't help but think about what Denny and Harry said, and about Katie, and about what it would be like to...

"Jim, pay attention!" Harry said, shutting his book loudly. I snapped out of my reverie. Class was ending, and everyone was getting up except me. Harry chortled and Denny gave me a "he's hopeless" look as they said goodbye. "Have fun with Katie tonight," Harry said, and Denny made a rude gesture indicating he hoped I'd get some as they left me to pack up by myself.

Katie and her family didn't come over until seven o'clock. By that time, I was already finished with homework and was trying to figure out a song on my guitar. I was in the middle of playing when I heard a knock and then Katie slipped into my room.

"I don't think it's a seventh chord," she said, picking up an electric guitar and showing me what how she thought the song should go."

"Thanks, Katie," I said. She beamed at me, then her face took a more serious look.

"About today," she began. "I wanted to..." but I finished her sentence for her.

"It's no big deal, Katie."

"No it is. You shouldn't have been ogling Alicia but I shouldn't have overreacted. After all, we're friends..." her voice trailed off and she looked away for a moment before continuing. "So how are Denny and Harry?"

"Same as always. You know, they drooled over Alicia..."

"Typical," she said.

"And they talked about all the things they'd do to you if you were their girlfriend. The usual."

"Figures," she said, still avoiding eye contact with me. "At least someone notices."

"Plenty of people notice you, you're beautiful," I said. She looked at me but her eyes pierced into me. I flinched and tried to change the subject. 

"Anyway, any idea what your mom is up to?" I said. 

"I have no idea, still. And, for the record, I wasn't apologizing earlier. I was just going to say that I think you shouldn't objectify women like that."

"How about objectifying them by mocking their skanky clothes?" I asked in as non-confrontational a voice as I could muster.

"That's different. We're mocking, not turning them into sexual trinkets."

"Sexual Trinkets. That, Katie dear, is an awesome song name. Let me write it down," I said. She busted out laughing, almost letting the guitar slip out off her lap as she covered her face with one hand, giggling.

"That is a good name. Okay, okay," she said, panting for breath, "I'll drop it."

"Well, I'll just say that my eyes mean no intent as far as girls like Alicia go. Besides, you're much prettier than she is." As I said this she looked at me quizzically, her eyebrows arched. 

"Oh, really? You finally noticed?" she said sarcastically. She was sitting very close to me, I could almost feel the warmth of her body. Her shorts were very short and showed a lot of her toned legs. They were so short that they almost revealed the gently curve of her ass, and I looked her up and down and realized how much I'd like to do some of the things Denny and Harry had mentioned in Spanish class. I leaned toward her slightly, not sure of what to say, but Katie suddenly straightened up, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Let's get back to this song," she said, but before she could start playing again, there was another knock on my door. In walked our parents, the four of them looking as upper-middle class as they could get. 

"Hey kids!" our moms chimed. Katie rolled her eyes covertly. "We've got some good news. Next week is Spring break, and we're all heading to Cedar Bay for the week! No phones, no work, no school, just sun and fun!" her mom said, sounding like a travel agent. Our parents all beamed at us. Our moms, having been friends for years, always tried to vacation together, so this was nothing unusual. Our dads grinned as they imaged uninterrupted golfing and our moms imagined uninterrupted shopping in all of the quaint shops.

"What do you think?" My dad asked. 

"Sounds, great," Katie said, sounding deflated. I couldn't figure out why the idea had appealed to her so horribly. I wasn't thrilled about a fun-filled weekend with our parents, but Katie looked like a girl heading to the gallows.

"Everything alright?" I asked her when our parents headed out the door to say goodbye. Katie set the guitar down, stretching her arms and yawning. Her shirt rode up a bit, exposing her firm midriff. Her tits, while not as ridiculously large as some of the girls at school, where still very nice and I was getting an erection while looking at them. This was a continuing problem-the only problem-with my friendship with Katie. The guys were right that she was incredibly hot. I had noticed this when we were fourteen, and had been hiding erections when I was around her since. She finished her stretch, and turned to look at me.

"I'm fine," she said. "Just, a week with the family, how much fun will that be?"

"Hey, I'll be there!" I said defensively. "I think it will be fun."

"You won't mind being seen with me? Because I don't want to sit on the beach and stare at girls."

"Katie, I promise I'll only stare at you. Um, what I meant was..." I began, but she giggled. 

"Stop there, before you ruin it," she said, still giggling. "I've gotta go, come here," she said, moving in for a goodnight hug. She hugged me close so that our bodies pressed together, and I was acutely aware that I was still erect. I don't know if Katie felt it or not, but I was embarrassed enough to blush.

"See you tomorrow, Jimmy," she said, and walked out the door. She turned just before she left my line of sight, and smiled, her blue eyes sparkling.

The following day passed as any usual school day would, although Katie was more talkative than usual. Since Katie loved to talk, it was not lost on anyone that she was very excited. That evening she and I attended a church youth group activity. We always paired up, much to the snarky delight of our friends in the youth group. Tonight we were split into pairs, with one person holding a Styrofoam cup of water.

"Okay, everyone," our youth director called out. "They idea is to negotiate. One of you will pick up the cup of water, the other will try and convince you to give it to them. If you spill the water, you lose. You'll need to share with the group what you did to get your cup of water, so don't cheat. And no bribing with actual money, folks," she added as she surveyed us. 

"There is no way you are getting this cup," Katie said playfully. She held it up level with her face, taunting me with it. I made to grab it but she backed away.

"You're going to spill it and then we'll lose. And we've never lost one of these stupid games," she added. We knew each other so well that our inside language let us use code words to get around most word games, and we worked so well together that every team game was a cinch. Pitting us against each other was a new tactic, and I suspected that we might lose this time. Katie was grinning, waiting for me to say something.

"May I have the cup, please?" I asked, knowing it wouldn't work. She shook her head, stepping close to me. Around us, people were trying to cajole their partners into relinquishing their cup.

"I could say something embarrassing about you out loud," I said casually, checking my watch.

"You could, but I could say something equally embarrassing, and I'd still have the cup. Like the time you got an erec-"

"Okay, okay!" I said quickly, and she laughed, almost spilling the water. She was referring to the time I had an erection at the movies, and at the end, when I stood up, it was obvious to Katie and anyone else nearby. She had teased me, saying I had a crush on the actress on screen, but really it was because Katie had lifted the armrest between us and was snuggled up against me. Even though we were best friends, I couldn't keep my physical reactions at bay, much to her amusement. Katie had never threatened to tell anyone that story before, and I was surprised by her boldness. Around us people were getting no further than me.

"Well, if you want to win this, then you can just give me the cup," I said. "Then we'd be finished."

"A very compelling argument, Jimmy, but I don't think so," she said, looking mischievous. "Try again."

"Okay," said, stepping closer. We were standing much closer than anyone else, only inches apart. "There's no way you're going to just give it to me to win this?" I asked. She shook her head. "But you want to win, right?" This time she nodded, cocking her head to one side and smiling.

And I have no idea why, but I reached my hand around her waist, pulled her close to me, and kissed her on the lips. It was just a quick one, but it was something I had never done before. Her eyes opened wide and she let go of the cup, which I caught in my hand. Several people around us noticed and stopped talking, staring at us both. 

"Well, we have our winners, although I will remind you that this is a church youth group," our youth coordinator declared as she walked over to us. I was grinning, Katie stood there in shock, her mouth open as if to say something, but she didn't move. It was only after youth group wrapped up, and she was driving me home, that she brought it up.

"Jimmy," she said quietly. Her face was somber, reflective. "What was that about? The kiss."

"Well, I admit it was a flash of inspiration," I said, trying to sound calm, but wondering if I had pissed her off or not. "You did, after all, want to win. And, you wouldn't just hand it over to me."

"And you thought kissing me would distract me." She said quietly, her eyes glued to the road.

"Katie, I'm sorry if I upset you, I wasn't trying to. I just thought..." but I didn't know what I thought, and I could tell Katie was upset. "I mean, it's not like I wanted to. Well, no, I mean I did want to, I've always wanted to..." and I trailed off, realizing what I just said and how much of my inner desires had just escaped into the car and the space between us.

"You've always wanted to kiss me?" she said, still not looking at me. Her voice wavered. She broke her gaze on the road to look at me for a split second before slowing down to pull into my driveway. "Well, you better get going," she said as she pulled to a stop in my driveway.

"Katie, I..." I began, but she cut me off.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she said quietly, still not looking at me directly. I started to get out of the car, but she leaned forward, pulling me toward her. Our lips met for a split second before she pulled away, looking awkward. 

"See you tomorrow," she said, and this time did not try and pull me back in as I got out of the car-as confused as she must have been-and headed inside.

Chapter 2

We left the next day later for our vacation. It was Saturday. My mom and dad drove ahead, and Katie and I were sitting in the back seat of her parents' car. When we went on trips with both of our families, they had long ago let us ride together rather than listen to use talk on the phone. Katie sat with her feet curled up on the seat, reading a magazine and occasionally looking over at me and smiling. We were almost there, and Katie's mood toward the trip had improved after her initial reaction. She reached up absentmindedly, playing with a lock of her jet-black hair as she read. And that's when I saw it; her bracelet.

Katie and I went to a church that was moderate in their views, but really promoted abstinence. Katie had, years ago, attended a youth camp for girls that talked about sexual education. When she came back, she told me she was going to forgo sex until she met her future husband. I had shelved the information under "irrelevant" at the time. Now, when I was truly starting to appreciate Katie as a blossoming young woman, I was reminded that, like Harry and Denny said, nothing was going to happen.

"What're you staring at, Jimmy?" she asked, looking up from her magazine. 

"Oh, nothing," I said. She smiled and slid over toward me until she was sitting next to me, leaning on me. It was her favorite way to sit, with her legs curled up and leaning on me. It was how she watched every movie with me, much to the delight of my teasing friends. I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin felt next to me.

"Come on," she whispered, "you've been in space for days. What gives?"

"Just excited about the trip," I said quickly.

"Mmmm, me too," she said quietly.

"Why the change of heart? I thought you were going to be bored out of your mind," I said in a whisper.

"No, you're right. You're here, I'm bound to have fun. Besides," she added, "have you seen the place we're staying? It's a bed a breakfast. We've got a whole floor to ourselves, and it's on the beach."

We sat like that for the rest of the trip, my body taking notice of her proximity. After a while she nodded off to sleep, and as I looked down I noticed her knit shirt was partly open. I could just see a hint of cleavage, which made my shiver with excitement. While Katie's ass and legs commanded most of my sexual attention, I appreciated her pert breasts as well, and my body was reacting instinctively. Although I had always appreciated Katie's physical appearance, our long-standing friendship muted many of the normal teenage desires other girls stirred in me. I always thought she was beautiful, but also felt that she was off limits, in a way. How had I gone on so long under-appreciating her?


My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01



'Because,' said a small voice in my head, 'you're an idiot.'

We arrived thirty minutes later in Cedar Bay. It was hot and sunny, and the salt in the air made everyone smile a little more. Katie's description of the bed and breakfast was accurate, except for one thing.

"Three bedrooms?" Katie's mom said as we stood in the lobby. "We asked for the floor with four bedrooms."

"I know, ma'am," said the young girl working the lobby, probably the owner's daughter. "But we had some rowdy college kids stay last week, and we're still fixing the mess they made. This is all we have left. I can try and help you find another place, but I can't promise anything with it being Spring break and all."

"It's not a big deal," Katie said to her mother. "Jim and I can share a room, it says this one has two twin beds." I was about to open my mouth and say something, but Katie stepped on my foot gently. "We won't have to try and find another place. Besides, this view is perfect," she said, gesturing to the beach rolling behind the french doors.

"I don't know, Katie, honey," her dad began. He was trying, it seemed, to not offend my parents or say anything about me. Her father had always liked me. In fact, when either of our parents were gone out of town, we stayed at the other house, but never in the same room. This seemed to stretch her father's limit of comfort.

"Katie's right," her mother said. "We can trust these two, can't we?" Everyone nodded, and in five minutes, we were hauling our bags up to the second floor.

"Thanks for stopping them from spending five hours searching for another hotel," I said, lugging my bag up the stairs.

"No problem. Besides, this will be more fun, anyway," she said, then quickly added, "I mean, we're right on the beach, you can't get any better than that." She set her bag down on one of the twin beds and stepped out onto the balcony. Just then, my father stepped into the room, waving to Katie outside and coming over to me and talking in a low voice so Katie couldn't hear.

"Listen, kiddo," he said-I hated when he called me that-"your mom and I are going out on a limb, here, letting you and Katie share a room. I want you on your best behavior." 

"Don't worry, dad," I said. He smiled, looking out at Katie again, then added, "We've been friends with the Perkins's for years, and we trust you two, but still..." he trailed off. 

"Dad, trust me," I said, "We're just friends." He looked at me skeptically, then patted me on the shoulder and left the room.

"What was that about?" Katie asked when she returned from the balcony. The wind had swept her hair back; she looked radiant, like I had never seen her before.

"Just the 'don't do anything' speech."

"I got that, too, when I was unloading the trunk," she said with a smirk. "Oh well, a week of depravity out the window," she said, gesturing nonchalantly out the open french doors. She then rummaged through her bag on the bed, pulling out a swimsuit and marching toward the bathroom connected to our room. When she emerged a few minutes later, I was stunned. I had seen Katie in a bathing suit hundreds of times, but it felt like I was seeing her for the first time. She wore a bikini that showed off her flat stomach. I looked her, my mouth open, taking in the sight of her. Her long, black hair fell in curtains down her shoulders. She had a few freckles on her face, which made her blue eyes sparkle even more. I was slowly getting an erection as I noticed her breasts, which were rarely on display like this. They were small but firm, matching the athletic tone of the rest of her body. Her bikini bottom, while not r-rated, showed a good deal of skin.

My best friend happened to be one of the hottest girls on earth, and we were sharing a room. The nature of the situation took hold and I stared at her in silence for a moment.

"Well?" she said, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Wh...what?" I asked, lost in my own thoughts. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I'm going for a swim," she announced, and left the room. I watched as her as swayed left and right as she walked. Her firm, round ass with the dimples on her lower back—it had always been a source of interest for me. I tried to push all of the depraved thoughts I was having out of my head. She was, after all, my best friend. I changed into my own bathing suit with difficulty (since I was sporting an erection). Five minutes later, I joined her on the beach. She was already in the water, and waved at me. As I approached the water, something else occurred to me, something Harry had said two days ago.

'...if I had a best friend like Katie, and she pouted every time I looked at another girl...'

Was Harry right? Harry, who knew about as much about girls as I did, which was close to zero? And if he was right, then several other things I failed to notice at first made a lot of sense. When I was about waist deep in the cool water she swam to meet me. 

"Sorry I took so long," I said. "How long have you been waiting?"

She looked at her watch and frowned. "Aw, crap," she said, dangling her wrist in the air. "I forgot that this one isn't waterproof. Oh well." She looked at the useless watch one last time, then swam closer to me.

"Isn't this great?" she asked, splashing me to get me wet. I took a deep breath, sinking into the water and going under. When I emerged, she was right next to me, her hair slicked back from the water, droplets of seawater on her eyelashes.

"Katie," I said, aware that there were other people near us in the water. We bobbed up and down in the surf as I said as quietly as I could. "You shouldn't get down on yourself. You look totally amazing. Really."

"Thanks, Jimmy," she said. She had called me Jimmy since we were five, and was the only one I let call me that. "Took you long enough to notice," she said.

"I just can't believe I never noticed before," I said. The words came out and I knew I had said the wrong thing.

"Never, really? It took this bathing suit to make you realize that I was, indeed a girl."

"I spoke too quickly," I said, "I meant that, you know, you're my best friend, Katie. I would never ogle you like that. Of course I notice, but I've tried to keep in mind you're my best friend. I mean, I try not to stare, but I won't tell you I haven't noticed..."

"I've said it before, Jimmy, you're pretty thick for a nerd," she said.

"What's your deal? I mean, you're getting mad at me for acting like a normal teenager. What did I do to piss you off?" I asked a little too harshly.

"Never mind," she muttered. But I was confused by her mood. I caught her gently by the hand as she tried to swim away.

"Katie," I said quietly. "Come on, what's wrong?" She knew by the tone of my voice that I was really concerned. She sighed, then pointed to a top-heavy blond walking down the beach.

"See that girl?" she asked. "What do you think of her? The truth."

"Ok, the truth. She's attractive. I mean, just from a superficial glance."

"Is that all guys care about?" she asked.

"No. Well, some do, I guess. Harry and Denny do, anyway." She laughed, and I kept going. "But I'm not so easily influenced."

"So you're telling me that you would date some total hag, because she had a great personality?" Katie asked, her eyes boring into mine.

"That's not fair. I mean, I really want a girlfriend who's more than a barbie doll. I want someone smart, and funny. And, I admit it, cute."

"Someone like Alicia Smith?" Katie asked.

"No, someone smart AND cute. Someone like you." I said the words and then realized two things. First, I meant them. Second, I stood a good chance of having freaked her out. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, looking at me with her sparkling eyes, boring into my brain to try and figure out what I was saying to her.

"Am I to assume..." she began, but I interrupted her.

"Katie, when are you going to realize that you're really beautiful?"

"I've always assumed you didn't think so, that you only saw me as your friend since kindergarten," she said.

"Maybe that's why I've never said anything. What if I freaked you out and then we weren't best friends anymore?" I said.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, then closed it and said nothing for another few seconds. "Come with me," she finally said, and led me by the hand out of the water. We passed the sunbathers, and waved to our sunbathing parents as we trudged up the wooden stairs to the bed and breakfast. She led me up the balcony stairs and straight into our shared room. She shut the door, a look of determination in her eyes I had never seen before.

"Explain what you meant by 'someone like me.'" she said in a quiet voice.

"Katie, I wasn't trying to creep you out-" I began, but she interrupted me.

"Just explain," she said, her voice still small.

"Okay, okay. I just meant that, you know, if you were interested, and I were-well, no I mean I am interested...but not if it were to ruin our relationship...but, I mean..." and I trailed off, because I just realized Katie was walking toward me. She put a finger to my lips and gestured for me to sit down. I sat on a chair, my damp bathing suit uncomfortable against my skin.

"You mean it?" she said quietly.

"Did you understand what I was saying?" I asked. She raised her eyebrows and countered "don't talk so much, Jimmy." She then stepped back from me, and did the last thing I expected her to do. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top, exposing her breasts. She stood there for a second, just breathing and looking at me. Her breasts were magnificent, and were everything I imagined them to be. I took a deep breath. I had never seen a real woman like this, and I was instantly erect, my wet bathing suit even more uncomfortable. She stood, her hands on her hips, looking at me.

"Katie-" I began, not sure what I was going to actually say.

"I've been trying to get you to notice me for years," she said. "I've tried everything short of making a pass at you while I've watched you drool over dumb girls." She paused, her hands on her waist. "Well, what do you think? The truth."

I swallowed, my eyes darting between her eyes and her breasts. Then, without thinking, I said "I think you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

She smiled, walking toward me, "I'm also the smartest." I nodded, and she continued to walk toward me, saying "why has it taken you this long to notice.?" She stepped closer, and then, slowly, sat on my lap. Her body was surprisingly light as she rested on my lap, her bare breasts inches from me, her wet hair dripping onto my lap. She kissed me gently, and took my hand in hers. She then surprised me again, and placed my hand gently on one of her exposed breasts. And suddenly, without warning, I climaxed. The stimulation of her topless form, combined with the subtle pressure of her sitting on my lap, had taken over my body and put it into autopilot. Her eyes widened briefly as she felt my penis pulse under my bathing suit, flooding it. Surely she felt it, because she was sitting right on it as it happened. When I stopped climaxing, she looked at me quizzically. I blushed, embarrassed by my reaction, but she giggled and beamed at me.

"Well, at least some parts of you notice me," she said. She started to giggle, her breasts bouncing, her body warmer than ever. I laughed too.

"This is embarrassing," I said, not meeting her eyes. The first half-naked girl I see and I have an orgasm in my pants. She laughed again, but in a sweet way. Then she did another unexpected thing, and leaned in and kissed me on the lips briefly, then slid her tongue into my mouth. My hand was still on her breast, and I was aware of the mess oozing in my pants. She then stood up, reaching down for her bikini top and putting it back on.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm flattered, really." She then looked around, realizing as I was that this would be a bad situation for our parents to stumble in on.

"I'm going swimming," she said. "You may want to clean up." She smiled at me, then turned to talk out the doors back to the beach. As she was almost out the door, I blurted out "wait, Katie..."

She paused, looking over her shoulder at me. "Let's keep this to ourselves, Jimmy. In the mean time, you should probably take a shower or something. You look cute when you're flustered, but our parents might suspect something if they saw you right now."

By the time I finished showering and was in some dry clothes, Katie had returned from the beach. She was sitting on her bed as I emerged from the bathroom, reading a book. She was wearing a pretty sundress that was knee-length. My mind returned to the sight of her bare breasts. Even in a sundress, she was stunningly pretty. She smiled at me as I entered the room.

"Hi," she said, beaming and putting down her book. "All set?"

"Set?" I asked, my mind still registering how pretty she was, and how I had missed the pertness of her nose and the line of her neck. She smiled again, then stood up.

"Come on," she said. "We're meeting our parents at six for dinner. We have time to walk around the town. Let's go." With that she took my hand and we walked out of the room. The town was on a small island, with few cars and narrow streets designed for walking. We exited the hotel, and she let go of my hand. As we walked, we said little, occasionally pointing out someone dressed like an idiot or something else she found amusing. People watching was one of our favorite hobbies, and I was relieved to partake in it with her. With our brief kiss, and my hand on her breast, I didn't know what was what anymore. How long had she liked me? And why didn't I realize it? Katie was, as Harry and Denny had said hundreds of times, very sexy, but also very smart. I guess that somehow I expected someone as cute as Katie to be dumb. Or not interested in me. I was still amazed that she had waited this long for me to realize it. She could have had another guy. But did she wait for me? Did I have her? I looked over at her, and she flashed me another grin and blushed.

"Katie," I said suddenly, stopping in front of a vintage clothing store. "About before..." I began.

"A little forward, I know," she said, blushing again. 

"No, it's not that," I said. "I mean, what..." I couldn't finish my sentence. We had been friends forever, and now for some reason my tongue was tied.

"I don't know," she said, looking puzzled, too. "I mean, I wanted to get your attention, but I didn't really intend for that to happen."

My heart sank. Was she referring to my accidental climax, or the whole thing? She read my facial expression and added "I mean, physically, you know?" I brightened my mood suddenly, then took her hand and led her into a vintage clothing store. We looked among the racks of moldy clothes for a few minutes before I added.

"Katie, look. I'm sorry I've been too thick to notice you," I said quietly. 

"You have been, she said calmly. "It took me taking my top off to convince you I was a real girl."

"That was a bit extreme, though, wasn't it?" I asked with a laugh. She laughed too, punching me in the arm.

"My one moment of impetuousness, combined with years of you not noticing me. I spent my adolescence wondering if you'd notice."

"Katie," I began, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Jimmy, I'm a girl," she said.

"I know, but" I said, but she cut me off again.

"And you're a boy. And we've been together for years. When are you going to stop thinking and do something?"

I don't know what made me do it, but I put one arm around her waist and pulled her close, so our bodies were touching, and kissed her on the lips. She relaxed in my arm, kissing me back. Suddenly, the shop keeper cleared her throat, clearly not amused by our display of affection.

"Come on," she said, "let's get some ice cream." We walked down the street, and she took my hand in hers.

"Katie, can I ask you something?" I asked tentatively.

"You're cute when you're unsure of yourself," she said. "And, yes, fire away."

"What's happening right now?"

"Do I really need to articulate it? You know, you're pretty smart, except when it comes to girls," She kissed me briefly, pressing herself against me. "Makes sense now?"

I nodded, dumbstruck.

"But don't let our parents know, or you'll be out on the hotel couch in a flash. Anything else?" she asked, looking at me and grinning.

"Can we still be friends at the same time?" I asked. This was the real question on my mind.

"Of course. You're still my best friend," she said, kissing me again quickly after making sure no one was around on the street. 

"And, about the flashing thing?" I asked. 

"I'm sorry about leading you on like that. You know I'm not ready for...for that." she said quietly.

"No, I know," I said. "And I'm fine with waiting. What I wanted to know was, would you ever let me see them again?"

"See what?" she asked, playfully. 

"Your breasts," I said as quietly as possible. She giggled, punching me on the arm again.

"I was expecting 'boobs' or 'tits' or something like that. Ah, Jimmy, your vocabulary is so much better than the other boys. It's one of the things I like about you," she said, putting her arm around my waist and squeezing. My mind was in a whir. Katie, my best friend and amazingly hot girl, was actually interested in me. I had seen her breasts-and climaxed in my pants because of it. I was still reeling from all of this new information when she added, "maybe, if you're good." She then smiled devilishly as we walked on. 

By the time we got to the ice cream shop a cloud had rolled by and a small shower broke out. Typical of any Florida day, the light rain lasted about an hour. We bade our time by sitting in the ice cream shop, telling jokes and talking about our band, which we both agreed needed an overhaul.

"Neither of us can play that well," she said in defeat, "it's time to give it up and retool our music," she said. She was drumming her fingers on the table, prodding her sundae with her spoon with the other hand. I was thinking about Katie's views on premarital sex. I was a typical sex-obsessed eighteen year old, and my new girlfriend would not be having any sex for a while. I was wondering if this would be a long-term problem for me, when I remember that I had already had a more intense sexual experience with my pants on that I had ever had before. The thought cheered me up. Katie was just starting to ask me what I was smiling about when our moms came into the ice cream shop, their shopping bags over their heads to protect from the waning drizzle.

"Hey you two," my mom said. Katie moved a few inches away from me without missing a beat. Her eyes were on our parents, but her expression was impossible to read. Our moms ordered and joined us, immediately derailing our conversation. Katie was her usual self at least, which was a relief. By the time we finished, our moms were still gabbing and eating their dessert. Katie stood up, smoothing out her sundress and addressing them both.

"Well, I was thinking about checking out the used bookstore before heading back to the hotel. The sun's out, and everything will be pretty dry soon. Are we will meeting for dinner at six?" she asked, not looking at me. Our moms nodded in agreement, and she turned and started to walk out of the shop when I stood up, announced I was going to go, too, and said goodbye to our moms. We met in the street, walking together but not daring to hold hands.

"Nice move," I said. She smiled, bumping into me once on purpose.

"You too," she said. "I knew you'd pick up on it."

"What now, Katie?" I asked, surveying the busy street.

"The bookstore. I did want to check it out, actually," she said. We wound our way through small shops and finally made it to the used bookstore. It was a two-story victorian house someone converted with endless bookshelves. It was a maze of books, and after saying good afternoon to the owner we were quickly lost in the stacks. The shop had books on every subject, some of them very old. Katie pulled an old cookbook off of the shelf and flipped through its contents. I found one nearby on cold war journalism, then quickly put it back. We moved toward the back of the store, taking an hour or so to flip though books as we went. After exhausting the first floor, we headed to the front again. The shop owner barely acknowledged us as we ascended the staircase to the second floor. The book stacks were crammed a little closer together on the second floor, and a whole new range of subjects were marked by fading signs.




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01



"This place is amazing," Katie said as she slipped between two narrow bookcases. "I mean, look at these old maps, I could spend days in here."

"We've got a week," I said, "we actually could." We moved to another bookshelf, looking at books about gardening (boring) and another shelf containing books about cars (also boring). The sun was starting to march across the western sky, and long shadows filled the second floor of the book store.

"So what were you smirking about, before our moms came into the ice cream place?" Katie asked as she slipped a book back into its place on the shelf. "You looked like you had an idea of some kind. Perhaps you'd like to share?" She stepped closer to me, so that there was less than an inch between us. I was about eight inches taller than her, so her head was upturned to mine; her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Nothing," I said. She playfully stood on her toes to reach my eyes directly. 

"Hmm, I don't buy it," she said in a whisper. She turned, reaching up for a book behind me. I stared at her ass as she stretched, and realized I was getting aroused again. I tried to will myself dormant, to avoid another spontaneous climax. It would be harder to conceal out in public. "Ooooh, look at this one," she said, pulling a medium sized book down and opening it. My eyes widened. It was a book about photography, but the subject matter was bikini-clad women from the 1960s.

"I love these old-style bathing suits," she said, turning pages as she propped the book against the bookshelf. "Look at this one," she said, pointing to a long-hair brunette with curvy hips and enormous breasts. Katie and I had looked at her dad's playboys and things like that before, joking around. It seemed different now that Katie was my girlfriend. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to say anything, when she suddenly prodded me gently and said "lost, Jimmy? I was asking you what you thought. Or do you prefer this one?" 

Katie flipped a few pages and found a blond with very large breasts, sporting the smallest bikini I had seen. I tried to keep my expression neutral, and she laughed. 

"Come on, your honest opinion," she chided.

"Katie," I began, but she giggled, snapping the book shut and setting it on the bookshelf next to her.

"Admit it," she said, "you're just like every other guy out there. The bigger the chest, the better." I couldn't tell if she was mad or not. I looked at her, her face set it determination, just as it was when she took off her top. And that was when it hit me; it was then that I finally made the connection with the hurt look on her face from class a few days ago.

"Katie," I said tentatively. "If you're worried about...about your breasts. You don't need to think twice about it. I mean, they are amazing."

She blushed, then laughed quietly. "You're just saying that," she said with a sheepish grin.

"No. They are amazing, trust me. Besides, I don't go for the huge breasts thing."

"A butt man, huh?" she said playfully. "How do I compare?"

"Isn't it obvious," I said, thinking of my unannounced climax from earlier in the day.

"No," she said, laughing. 

"Katie, all I can say is that you are perfect. You have the perfect body, the best smile. But it's more than that. You're perfect for me. We've been friends for so long, it took looking past that to realize that you are it." 

Katie stepped up on her tip toes and kissed me. I pulled her closer to me, so that our bodies were pressed together. I was aroused as much as I had been that morning, and I was worried about losing it again, but I kissed her anyway. She kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck. We fell backward a bit, her back landing gently on the bookshelf, supporting her. Katie pressed herself closer, lifting her leg and pressing herself even closer to me. I ran one hand up her exposed thigh, savoring its smoothness. She slipped her tongue into my mouth as my hand moved all the way along her leg and had now cupped her ass. I squeezed it gently, our tongues exploring each other, when I realized she was slowly pressing herself against my thigh. Her right leg was raised and almost wrapped around me, and I felt her muscles contract as she pressed herself against me again and again. I was on fire, expecting to climax in my pants again at any minute, trying to keep control as my other hand slowly traced up her stomach. I was an inch from her breast, my hand on her ass pulling her closer to me each time she pressed against me. I was about to place my hand on her breast when we both heard an "ahem," behind us.

In a split second we had disentangled from each other. Katie took a step away from me and smoothed out her dress. Her face was flush and small beads of sweat were forming on her neck. I was as erect as I ever had been, on the verge of losing it. We looked at the store owner, who had just come up the stairs and caught us.

"I thought you two were up to no good," she said sullenly. Katie picked up the book, muttered a low "sorry" to the woman, then proceeded downstairs. I followed Katie, and the owner followed me, giving both of us reproachful looks. When we reached the cash register, Katie set the book down and said "I'd like to buy this, ma'am."

The woman frowned at her. Clearly, she was debating the book sale, or the satisfaction of throwing us out for making out in the bookshelves. Money seemed to win the debate, and she grudgingly took Katie's money and put the book in a small bag for us. On the way out, Katie turned and said "we love your store, by the way." When we got a few stores down the street, we both burst into laughter.

"I thought we were toast," I said, grinning. I could still feel blood rushing through my ears. Katie looked flush, too. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking around the street.

"Well, now what do we do?" she asked. Our physical arousal was still evident, although probably only to me and Katie. I blushed, she grinned. Then, without speaking, we started walking down the road toward the hotel. The sun was getting low in the sky, it's shape and size distorted in the evening air. We walked a few blocks toward the hotel. We were supposed to meet our parents for dinner. Neither Katie nor I spoke for a while, until we got close to the hotel.

"That, back there in the book store, was awesome, Jimmy," she said with a smile. I grinned back, both of us blushing. 

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Katie and I sat on opposite sides of the table, omitting the fun parts of our day as we relayed our exploration of the island to our parents. Our dads had gone boating, and were planning on taking our moms as well. Katie expertly got us out of it. Our parents were thrilled, as always, that we were willing to entertain ourselves. I spent the entire dinner thinking about Katie, and about how she felt in my arms. I realized that I was getting an erection again, and looked up from my plate to see Katie smiling devilishly at me, raising her eyebrows for a second before asking her dad a question about their boat trip. I wanted nothing more that to kiss her again, to hold her in my arms, but instead we were pretending like nothing had happened. I was fine with this, because I suspected our parents would not be so keen to leave us unsupervised once they figured out we were now much more than best friends.

"How smart am I, getting us out of that boring boating trip? Like I want to watch my dad fish," she said when we were back in our room. I was sitting on my bed, already in my pajamas. Katie had just emerged from the bathroom, wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms. She was brushing her hair as she walked over to her bed. "And now, we have the whole day to ourselves tomorrow," she said as she sat down next to me. It was late, and our parents were already in bed, and Katie was sitting very, very close to me. She nudged closer, grinning. I wasn't sure what to do. Sure, we had made out twice that day. Sure, she had taken off her top, causing me to climax in my pants. But, as far as I knew, Katie was committed to maintaining her virginity as long as possible. Still, I thought, there were plenty of things we could do. And with that, I leaned in to kiss her, resting my hand on her thigh. Katie leaned forward, almost pushing me back with the force of her kiss. My hands found her waist, and I pulled her toward me gently. 

Katie stood up, making sure the door was shut, then straddled my leg. Her warm thighs were on either side of me, and she bent down to kiss me as I half-sat, half-laid on the bed. My hands quickly found her ass, gently holding her while she started to rock back and forth along my leg. It only took a few seconds for me to register that Katie was grinding herself against my leg like she had at the book store. Now that she was sitting on my thigh, she had complete control of the rhythm, and was steadily rocking, grinding against me. I sat up more, pressing myself closer to her, one hand finding her left breast and gently squeezing her areola. She gasped, almost inaudibly, as she rocked against me faster, now almost gliding against me as she started to shudder against my thigh, and Katie had an orgasm. She was quiet through it, but threw her head back, grinding even harder as her whole body shook. She kept grinding, arching her back a second time as she climaxed again. Her body hung limp for a moment as she took shallow breaths, her eyes locked on mine. And then, without warning, she straightened up, looking at me with a fiery look in her eyes, and repositioned herself slightly. She pressed her knee, gently, slowly, against my erect penis. She pressed it there, watching my facial expressions, as she slowly rode my thigh again. This time she rode deliberately, reaching a third orgasm as she gently pressed, repeatedly, against my penis. She reached a fourth orgasm, falling forward a little bit, and pressed her knee against me one last time as I climaxed in my pants again. My erect penis pulsed against her knee as I ejaculated, my pants quickly filling with hot semen. She smiled, her hair tussled and beads of sweat forming on her neck.

Katie said up, and laughed quietly before leaning in to kiss me once more. She stood up, surveying the wet mess that used to be my pajama pants. 

"You better clean up, Jimmy," she said. She smiled, and shooed me toward the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes, cleaning my still-tender penis with care. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm-so much better than with my hand!-or how easily she herself climaxed. I had always heard that it took girls forever to have an orgasm, but Katie was proof that the myth wasn't true. When I emerged from the bathroom with a new set of pajama bottoms, the lights were off and only the moonlight shone through the window. My heart sank, as I wanted to kiss Katie goodnight, until I realized she was in my bed, not hers.

"Come here," she said sweetly, making room for me. It was a cramped single bed, but we managed to snuggle close to make room for each other. 

Chapter 3

It was only when the sun pierced my eyelids that I realized Katie was still in my bed. "Shit," she muttered, waking with me. She leapt out of my bed and into hers. I watched in amazement as her perfectly toned butt flexed as she rocketed into her bed. Her timing was perfect, as a few seconds later my mom knocked on the door, coming to wake us.

"Wake up, you two," my mom chimed as she entered the room, Katie's mom right behind her. "We're taking off early for the boat, so you're on your own for breakfast and lunch."

"We'll be back around four o'clock," Katie's mom said. "I trust you two can find some things to do while we're gone?"

"Oh, yeah," Katie said, stretching slowly. "We've got more window shopping to do, and we'll probably hit the beach."

"Great, we've left some money for you two to grab some breakfast and lunch. Have a good time, you two," My mom said, leaving the room. Katie waited a few moments before looking at me and grinning. She stood up, walking over to the french doors that led out to the balcony. She opened them both, stepping out and watching the surf. I lay in bed, watching her. She turned to look at me, and started to grin and blush again. She stepped back into our room, letting the warm ocean breeze fill the room behind her. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, nonchalantly tugging her pajama bottoms lower, exposing more skin. I sat, transfixed, my erection throbbing in my pajama pants. Katie picked up the phone and ordered breakfast, then turned to look at me.

"Are you going to sit in bed all day?" she asked with a small laugh.

"I can't get up," I said. It was true. Standing up would reveal my erection, which was threatening to form a tent in my pajama pants as it was.

"Ah," she said, surveying me. "You know, you do that all the time, it's hard not to notice. It's too bad," she said, and peeled off her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath; once again I was treated to the sight of her bare breasts. Every part of my body took notice of the display, and my face was flush within seconds. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband, nudging her waistband even lower. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear, because each movement of her hands exposed skin and nothing else.

"Come on," she said, "stand up." She did a little spin. Then, with her back to me, she peeled off her pajama bottoms so that they fell by her knees. Her exquisite ass was so perfect and round that I wanted to climax in my pants right then. Deep dimples ran down the small of her back, and I realized that this was a view I could never tire of. She began to turn around. My eyes widened as she turned around to face me. Katie kept a neat triangle of black pubic hair, unlike most of the pictures of girls that I had seen online. I had to admit, I liked the bush. It wasn't out of control, and it was very sexy. She stood there, with her hands on her hips, and laughed.

"Well," she said. I grinned, blushing even more, and stood up. I figured it was only fair to share. I took off my shirt, then awkwardly stepped out of my pants and boxers. It was a difficult operation, but when I finally stood up I because very self conscious of my penis. It was erect, pulsing gently, and an angry shade of red. I was embarrassed. Would it be the right size? Like every other boy I had measured myself from every possible angle, but Katie's mental measure was what was going to make or break me.

"I've never seen one before," she said, staring at my penis. I was staring too, dumbstruck. She stepped forward, kissing me. As I kissed her back she moved closer, until my penis poked her in the stomach.

"Oh," she said, surprised. "I forgot," she added. I blushed even more, but she kissed me again, pressing her body against mine. I cupped her ass gently. Were we actually going to do it? I didn't know. Katie seemed to be calling all the shots, and the shots so far had been very agreeable. She pressed against me even more. The sound of the waves flooded the room. Katie started to rub against my leg, and at the same time slid her hand down my chest.

"You know I want to wait, right?" she said in a small voice. I nodded. "But still," she said, "that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." Her hand slid further down and wrapped around my penis. I gasped, and she giggled, stroking me gently. I had stroked myself hundreds or thousands of times, but the feeling of Katie's hand was unlike any of my own sessions. Katie's move had given me an idea. I took one hand off her ass and slid it over her labia, feeling her wetness. She gasped, and her movements became uneven as I stroked her labia. I was so close to orgasm, that any second I was going to. Katie seemed close too, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. One or two more strokes, I could feel pressure building. 

And then we heard a knock at the door.

"Crap," Katie said, letting go of me. The pressure was almost painful, but also pleasurable. She too looked flush, sweat running down her stomach. She took several deep breaths, calming herself down before throwing on a robe. 

"I'll be right back, can you set us up at the balcony table?" she said sweetly before disappearing. When she returned, she was carrying a tray laden with food. I wasn't sure if we were going to pick up where we left off, but she set the food on the table and beckoned me over. I pulled my pajama pants on with difficulty before joining her. 

"Don't look so disappointed," she said. "I mean, if you think about it, you've gotten to see a naked girl, and she put her hands on you. Not bad, in my book. Besides, we've got a whole day to ourselves." She looked at my face, studying my mood, then smiled. She took a piece of toast and bit into it. She looked at me as she chewed, then when she swallowed, she added, "what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," I said, trying not to sulk. What I really wanted was to finish what we had started. She frowned slightly, clearing thinking of the best thing to say. She took a sip of her orange juice, then set it down, before speaking.

"Jimmy, I don't want this relationship to be nothing but a string of groping. We've been friends forever, and I don't want to ruin that. Now, just because we were interrupted by the breakfast delivery, doesn't mean the fun is over. But," she added, stopping me before I said anything, "I also like the spontaneity. So why don't we head out today and see what the day has in store for us."

"You're right, I didn't mean to sulk. Let's go down to the beach, then grab some lunch. My dad said there's a neat place down the beach that has tables right on the sand," I said.

"I like that plan," she said. "Besides, even though we might be banned from that bookstore doesn't mean there aren't more hiding places on this island."

I grinned, taking a bite out of my breakfast. My appetite had returned. 

A short while later we were walking down the beach holding hands. I was trying to keep my erection upright so it didn't poke outward. Katie wore a small black bikini that I had never seen before. As we walked we people watched and laughed, deeming the water too cold to swim that early in the day. We walked for about half and hour before testing the water again. We braved it, taking our time getting in. There were a lot of people in the water, and we swam a little bit away from the crowd. When we were far enough away, Katie swam close to me and kissed me. We were soon tangled in a wet embrace, the gentle waves buffeting us in the water. My erection was pressed right against her labia, our swimsuits the only thing keeping us apart. We pressed against each other, each of us panting. I had my hands cupped on her ass, and quickly slid my hands under her bikini bottom, cupping her bare butt. She panted, pressing against me. We were both close again, when we heard a woman's voice nearby.

"Do you two mind? There are kids swimming on this beach." It was a woman in her forties or fifties, eyeing us with disdain. We broke apart, blushing and grinning. We made our way out of the water, each of us embarrassed and annoyed.

"I was so close," she muttered, "if that old lady hadn't opened her mouth."

"What now," I asked. "We could always head back to our hotel; no pressure, of course."

"That's one option, but I have another one," she said with a grin, and took my hand. We kept walking, back to our hotel. We reached the room, and she quickly stripped off her bikini. I took off my clothes, and began to pull her toward me, when she resisted gently.

"No, get dressed. I have an idea. Trust me, it will be worth it," she said. She put some jeans and a tank top, and I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and minutes later we were out strolling the streets. We passed the same bookstore from before, and she grinned sheepishly at the owner, who was standing outside of the store and glaring at us. We walked a bit further, holding hands and knowing our parents were on a boat somewhere. Katie led me into the vintage clothing store we saw earlier. Like the bookstore, it was a converted house that was full of racks of old clothes. It was empty, except for a college-age student type who ran the register. She was reading a gossip magazine and didn't even look up when we walked in.




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01



"Come here," Katie whispered, and led me through the clothing racks. The racks in the back were taller, and obscured us completely. She stepped close to me, kissing me. I kissed her back, and she immediately wrapped her leg around me and began to rub against me as she had before. I kissed her fiercely, my hand running up her bare thigh. She was breathing hard, and very quickly had an orgasm. I guessed she was climaxing by the way her breathing changed and she melted against me. She continue to grind against me until she came a second time. She then paused, catching her breath, and looked around the rack to see the student still reading.

"I'd better not press our luck," she said. I took that, with hidden disappointment, to mean we had to stop, but instead she kissed me again, then unzipped my jeans. 

"Tell me when you're close," she said, and reached a soft hand down my pants, finding my erect member and stroking it. I was in heaven, and held her tightly as she stroked me, until at last I felt my whole body tense up.

"Katie," I said in a whisper, and she took it as her cue. She suddenly, without warning, dropped to her knees and put her lips to the head of my penis as I started to ejaculate. My knees trembled, and I grabbed some clothing to keep from collapsing as I came inside her mouth. She kept only the tip inside her mouth, forming a seal and catching all of my semen in her mouth. When I finished, she stood up quickly, and I stuffed myself back into my jeans. She smiled, then said "Well, that was new."

So she swallowed, I thought.

"Come on," she said, "I think that will tide us both over for a while." She brushed her hair back with one hand and wiped her lips with the other. I followed her as she walked to the front of the store, pausing to examine something on a rack. I was too dazed to even register what she was looking at. It wasn't a blowjob, but she had stroked me and let me come in her mouth. In all my years of knowing Katie, I had never expected her to do something like that. It almost made me wonder if she'd done it before; it was an unsettling thought.

It was so unsettling that a minute later, when she had purchased whatever it was she found and we were back outside, I asked "Katie, have you...have you done that before?"

"Jimmy, you know very well I haven't. You are the first boy I've even kissed. I was just, I don't know, I just figured that you were going to make a mess. After all the interruptions today I figured it would be a big one. Either a mess in your pants or on those clothes. It seemed like the best thing to do with the evidence."

"It was," I said in a dreamlike tone. She giggled, then kissed me while other tourists gawked. 

We met out parents that night for dinner, this time at a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the water. The sun was setting, and our parents were exhausted from a long day of boating. Katie and I sat next to each other as close as we could without being obvious. A few times Katie reached under the table and squeezed my hand, and once her leg rubbed up against mine. She was enjoying distracting me, and often waited until someone asked me a question before doing something like that. 

After dinner I stepped out without Katie to run a small errand. When I returned, she was sitting on the bed, still in her dress, reading a book. She looked up and beamed at me.

"Where've you been?" she asked playfully.

"Nowhere," I said, and embraced her as she stood up and stepped toward me. We kissed deeply, then she paused.

"Our parents are down the hall," she whispered between kisses. We could hear them talking in the kitchen, wrapping up their plans for tomorrow, which thankfully omitted us again.

"I don't care," I panted, my hands reaching up and gently massaging her breasts. She moaned, then slid the straps off her sundress and let it slide down, giving me access. I pushed her bra down, exposing the tops of her breasts. She gasped as I leaned forward and kissed one. One of her hands wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed me close as my tongue pressed against her nipple. Her other hand slid up her dress, where she began to rub herself as I pressed her erect nipple against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I switched to her other breast as my hand took over rubbing the nipple that had just exited my mouth, and I heard Katie's breath rattle as she came. She was rubbing furiously, but also pressed me closer to her breasts as she stifled a cry. I was suddenly aware of how our parents were no longer talking in the kitchen, but just as I started to panic Katie came a second time, her body shivering as she did, and then she released me. 

Katie pulled her bra and dress up just as there was a knock on the door and a second later her mother popped her head in the room. We were standing together, maybe an inch apart, but at least Katie was fully dressed again. We stepped apart from each other, but Katie's face was flush and I tried my best to hide my erection, which was unfortunately sticking out. I sat down awkwardly on the bed and Katie stood in front of me. Katie's mom eyed us quizzically for a second before speaking.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, giving a closer look. Katie blushed even redder and I shifted nervously.

"Um, no mom," Katie said quickly. Katie's mom watched us for another second before adding.

"Well, we're off on another boating trip tomorrow. I take it you two will want to stay on the island."

"Yeah, I think so," Katie said. I decided that saying anything, bringing attention to myself, would be a bad idea.

"You'll be on your own again," she said, then added. "Alone."

This last word hung in the air, as if she was testing us.

"Sounds great," Katie said in as nonchalant a tone as she could muster. 

"Okay then," her mom said, still eyeing us as she shut the door.

"Shit," I whispered.

"She knows something is up," Katie said. "I know that look."

Katie sat on her bed, her cheeks still red. She looked at me, her eyes narrowed.

"I wonder if they'll make us have separate rooms," she said. 

"I don't know, but until they do, we should be more careful."

"It was worth the risk, though," Katie said, patting her thigh contentedly. 

A half hour later we were in our pajamas, ready for bed. I didn't dare make a move of any kind, for fear of getting caught. But as Katie sat on her own bed, she turned and asked me, "By the way, where did you go earlier?"

I had forgotten about my errand. "Oh, I meant to tell you before we got..."

"...interrupted?" Katie said with a smile. I turned, reaching on my bed for the small bag I had thrown there when I first returned, and handed it to Katie. She took it, puzzled, and opened it to find a small leather box.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Just open it," I said. "I wanted to get you something nice, and I saw this early this afternoon."

She opened the box to find a Mickey mouse watch. I had seen it in one of the antique shops, and I knew she liked them. 

"It's not waterproof," I added as she realized what made me get it for her, "so you can't take it swimming like the last one." Katie laughed, and slipped it on.

"I love it," she said, admiring her wrist. "That was really sweet."

"Well, I saw it and I thought you needed a new one..." I began, but she cut me off.

"I'd like to repay you," Katie said.

"Katie, it's a present," I said, but she shook her head and stood up, switching off the light as she stepped over the my bed.

"No, I mean repay you for earlier." She then bent over to kiss me, and gently pushed me back against the bed. She then tugged gently on my pajama bottoms, sliding them down until my erection was exposed. I was not sure what she was going to do, but then she turned, sliding her own pajama bottoms down to reveal her ass. She wore tiny cotton underwear, not too slutty but still hot.

"Follow my lead," she whispered, then lowered herself until she was sitting on my penis, her ass cheeks on either side of it so I was nestled right against her. I had never seen her like this before. While I longed to glimpse her completely naked, I was entranced by the sight of her firm, round ass sitting on my erection.

"I hope this is okay," she said, slowly sliding so that my penis rubbed up and down her ass. "I'm not ready to..." she began.

"No, this is perfect," I gasped as she rocked back and forth, straddling me and gripping me with her ass. I put my hands on her ass to guide her movement, and she responded by rubbing herself as she rubbed against me.

"Oh god," she whispered, and I knew she was coming. She gasped and I grabbed her ass, pushing against her as my penis slid in and out of her ass cheeks, until I felt myself ready to orgasm. She sensed it, and pushed down hard, so that the head of my penis popped out of her cheeks and I splattered semen all over my stomach. She looked over her shoulder at me, her sexy body shining in the moonlight, and stood up. She stepped over to her bed and slid into the covers.

"I don't want them checking on us at night," she explained. "Goodnight, Jimmy."

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning a sticky mess, but was surprised to see Katie's bed empty. After fumbling for my glasses, I found a note on the bedside table that read 'On beach, parents gone already.' It was nine o'clock, my explosive orgasm from the night before had worn me out. I pulled my bathing suit on and grabbed some toast Katie had left on the balcony before heading down the steps toward the water. Few people were swimming, as the water wasn't warm enough yet. I scanned the beach for Katie, but didn't see her. I took the last bite of toast as I stepped onto the sand, still looking for her. It was another half-minute or so before I did; and when I did, my jaw dropped. Katie was wearing a two-piece that was clearly vintage, from the 1960s. It must have been what she had grabbed on her way out of the vintage clothing store the day before. It fit her perfectly, her toned body and hips accentuated by the style of the bikini. I wasn't the only one noticing, either. Most of the guys on the beach had their eyes on Katie as she walked up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely.

"Wow," was all I could say, and she laughed, twirling once on the spot.

"You like the suit, I take it?" she said, laughing again.

"Yes," I said feebly, my eyes glued to her.

"Well, it's your present," she said. Her hair was up, her natural curls accentuated since they weren't weighed down. She looked like a goddess to me, the smooth line of her neck drawing my eyes downward. I struggled to concentrate on her, there was so much to take in.

"Come on," she said, leading me by the hand. "Let's go for a walk."

"About last night," she said, her eyes scanning the beach as we walked. "That was close."

"I know, I thought our parents might have walked in a second sooner, and we'd be in trouble."

"Not that," she said, blushing. "The other thing. It was close to, you know, actually doing it."

"Oh," I said, not sure if she meant that to be a good thing or a bad thing.

"Well, I mean it was fun, and you certainly enjoyed it," she added with a wink. "I just want to be careful. I mean, I was an impulse away from, well you know. I know you weren't trying to, but I...I wanted to. Really, really bad. But, I don't think it's a good idea yet. I mean, I'm on the pill, and I know neither of us have been with anyone else, so it would have been safe. But I feel like going completely into it would change things. But at the same time, we're doing practically everything else, and I don't know what's right and what's not and..."

I cut her off with a gentle squeeze of her hand. She looked grateful; she was confused and it showed in the plaintive look she gave me.

"Katie, it's okay," I said. "I am on board, really. I know it's confusing. If you want to back it down, even by a lot, I am fine. We could just kiss and hold hands. Really, don't give me that skeptical look. I'm serious! I mean, it's amazing and wonderful and I love you, but I don't want to jeopardize anything. I can wait as long as it takes."

"What about what we've been doing? Do you think it will ruin things?" she asked.

"No," I said, "but if you do, then I'm fine backing down."

"No, I don't want that. I just didn't want you to feel like I'm stringing you along."

"Katie, I'd never think that," I said, and she smiled and kissed me. "Now, about the other close call, I still can't believe that we almost got caught."

"I know," she said with a grin, "it was fun, wasn't it?" She raised her eyebrows quizzically at me. Suddenly inspired, I led her up the side street away from the beach. We took the shorter path to our hotel, because I knew our parents would be back around lunch time, and I didn't want to spoil the opportunity. We were heading up the stairs to our room in 20 minutes, both of us giddy; she with the excitement of the unknown, I with anticipation. I shut the door and pulled her to me. She leapt into me, straddling me and almost knocking me over. With difficulty I stumbled toward her bed. The sheets were white linen, soft and glowing in the sunlight. We fell onto the bed gently, laughing and kissing. With little difficulty I stripped off my bathing suit, my erection bobbing in the air. Katie sat up, peeling off her bikini top, then laid back and lifted her ass so I could take off the bottom. She looked at me, a fire in her eyes, waiting to see what my grand idea was. I laid next to her, but instead of facing her I was inverted into a sixty-nine position. She grinned, and moved closer, taking my erect penis in my hand and stroking it gently. She lifted one of her legs, giving me free access to the curls of pubic hair and her vagina. I ran a finger up and down her labia, parting them gently, taking in the sights as she stroked me, occassionaly licking me. I moved closer, until I was able to gently lick her labia and small clitoris. She sighed as I explored her with my tongue, my fingers stroking her labia. She was already wet but within minutes she was panting and close to her first orgasm. She took her time with me, playfully licking me and putting me in her mouth for a second, all the while keeping a strong pressure on me with her hand. 

I felt Katie starting to cum, her whole body starting to tense up. I moved a finger to the entrance of her vagina, feeling her warmth and wetness as she started to cum. As she did, I felt her vagina contract over and over in short spasms. As I licked her more, I gently pushed into her, using the movements of her contract vagina as a guide. I was careful, waiting for her to stop me if it hurt. She offered no resistance, and indeed seemed to push against me, and before I knew it my finger was inside her. I could feel her vaginal walls tighten around me as I continued to lick her. I withdrew a little bit and she whimpered, my penis now in her mouth. She started to suck me with greater intensity and I pushed into her slowly again, this time with two fingers. Again, it was slow going, but she started to orgasm and I slowly worked into her until I was slowly penetrating her with my fingers while I licked her. She came again, this time I could feel her vagina clamping down on my fingers, and she took me out of her mouth to sigh, all the while stroking me faster. When her orgasm faded, I started to lick her again but she moved away, making my fingers come out of her. They were sticky with her own lubrication, and I tasted them tentatively as she turned her attention to my penis, which she was now sucking and stroking at the same time. And within a minute I felt my whole body tense up and I started to spasm with orgasm. She kept me in her mouth, swallowing my semen as I emptied myself into her. When she was sure I was finished she let me out of her mouth, and sat up to face me. She was grinning, her face flush, her shoulders relaxed. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her freckled face, and I looked up at her in wonder, realizing how lucky I was.

"Well, we won't get to do that too often when we get back home," she said, wiping her lips on her arm. "But we'll try and sneak it in when we can. She looked down at her pubic hair, now completely wet, and tenderly touched her labia, examining them.

"I thought it would hurt more," she said to herself. "I had read that everyone's different, but I had expected it to hurt the first time something went inside me. I mean, in a sexual way. Not that I'm complaining," she added. blushing, then laid down to face me this time. We faced each other for a while, saying nothing, until Katie finally spoke. "Well, now what?"

"Maybe we should get ready for our parents," I said. "Race you to the shower?"

"Nah, let's take one together. We won't get to when we leave, not easily anyway."

Our shower was full of groping but nothing beyond that. We didn't dare lose track of time and get caught in a situation we could not explain away. Later that afternoon, while our parents were relaxing in their rooms, Katie and I had walked down to the local ice cream shop to get away. We were walking back, each of us nibbling away at our ice cream, when Katie finally said something I truly feared she would say.

"We have to tell them, you know," she said, her eyes locked ahead of her on the road. It was the same, determined look she had when I had kissed her unexpectedly the week before. We were leaving tomorrow, heading back home, and our vacation and our shared room were going to come to an end soon.

"Everything?" I asked in mock surprise. She punched me lightly on the arm, laughing. 

"Just the G-rated version. I don't know how to break it to them, and I don't know what will happen afterward."

"We'll figure out. With our two brains, I'm sure we'll think of something."

It turned out that we didn't have time to put our considerable brain power to work. When we got to the hotel no one was there. Expecting our parents any minute, we sat on the couch on the main porch, watching the high tide recede. 

"It's beautiful here," Katie whispered, nudging closer. I put an arm around her shoulder, and she put a hand on my knee. In a split second we were kissing, the roar of the waves were the soundtrack. My hand found its way to her stomach, and I was about to move north toward her breasts when the crashing of the waves was interrupted by a light "ahem."

Katie and I disentangled and jumped off the couch. We were both panting from surprise when my eyes focused after a second or two to find our moms standing behind the couch, their arms folded.

"Having a good time?" Katie's mom asked, her eyebrows furrowed. 

"Mom!" Katie exclaimed. 

"Katie," my mom said softly, hoping to avoid an altercation. I was too, and I wasn't sure what was about to happen, when suddenly a plan hit me, and I lightly stepped on Katie's foot to let her know.

"I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, looking at Katie, then our mom's. 

"I'd like you to explain," Katie's mom said, "just what you two think you were doing.

"Oh, god," Katie said, sitting on the couch, her face in her hands. I knew she wasn't crying, but I still thought it was a nice touch.

"This is embarrassing," I said, then added "I can't believe our first kiss turned out this embarrassing." Katie looked up, her eyes red but not crying. She was remarkably quick, because she stood up next to me and addressed our moms.

"I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, Mrs. Cooper, it just happened." She looked mortified. Our moms, however, looked suddenly worse for the wear. They, in their act of discovery, had ruined our first kiss-or so they thought, anyway. They both looked strained. Clearly, there was a conflict going on in each of their heads.

"Well," Katie's mom said at last, "I have to admit that I always hoped you two would find each other."




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01



"We all did, for years now," my mom added. 

"But, still," Katie's mom said. "This changes things."

"Oh, Lisa," my mom said, "they just kissed. And for the first time! And what did we do? We barged in and ruined the moment."

Both of our moms started laughing now. They hugged and laughed, seemingly unaware that we were still on the porch. Deep laughs that soon brought them to tears. Katie and I exchanged a quick look as our moms composed themselves.

"I assume that I can still trust you two," Katie's mom said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Yes," we said in unison. We stepped closer, and held hands. The intimate gesture was not lost on our moms, who both welled up with tears again. This time, I suspected, tears of joy and relief.

"When did this happen?" my mom asked.

"Just now," we both said. Then Katie added. "It just sort of materialized. I think, deep down, we always knew. And I'm so happy, mom. I can't believe it." Again, our moms looked like they might burst into tears, and instead they both hugged each other.

"Well, your fathers might not be too keen to let you two stay in the same room," my mom said. I looked surprised; they were okay with it. They really thought of us as responsible, trustworthy teenagers. I exchanged a look with Katie, and she winked at me.

Dinner that night was an extraordinary celebration. Apparently the "will they, won't they?" discussion had been going on for years between our parents. Several hours later, as Katie and I were brushing out teeth, and one of our parents had popped into our room for the eighth or ninth time, Katie leaned over to me and whispered.

"I can't believe they let us stay in this room, still," she said, her toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. She looked impossibly cute like that.

"I know, I actually feel a little bit guilty."

"Well, we'll have to play it extra safe," Katie said. "But still, I bet you won't feel so guilty the next time you put your fingers someplace special." She then finished up and headed into the bedroom. I followed her, and her dad stuck his head in the door to say good night. Katie kissed me lightly on the cheek and got into her bed, and I got into mine, and her dad, satisfied, shut the door after beaming at both of us.

Neither of us dared anything that night, afraid that our parents might check on us. The next morning we loaded the cars enjoying breakfast together before leaving. As Katie and I loaded the last few things into the cars, she spoke quietly, so as not to be overheard.

"I guess your friends' stupid betting pool is over," she said with a sigh. "Still, it will be nice to have a boyfriend, especially one as nice as you."

"And good looking," I added with a chuckle. Katie laughed and kissed me quickly on the lips. "I'm looking forward to going back, too. I mean, I am going to promoted to alpha male of the smart kids, because I've got a hot girlfriend. Still, though. I'm going to miss this place."

"Me too, but we can always visit, Jimmy. Now, come on, we've got a few minutes before our parents realize where we are." And she stepped forward, kissing me fiercely, pressing herself so close to me that I could feel her heart beat, and she could feel my erect penis stirring against her.

"I love you, Katie," I said between kisses.

"I love you, too," she said, and pressed herself against me.



My Best Friend Katie Pt. 02



'Knock it off,' the note read. Katie slid the note over to my desk as our physics teacher was writing something on the board. I had been absentmindedly playing with her hair as she sat in front of me, only half-heartedly paying attention to class. She turned around and smiled at me, betraying her attempt to admonish me. I smiled back, then made a pointed effort to take notes. Her shorts were very short and a good bit of her lower back was exposed to me as I leaned forward in my chair. Her cute back dimples drew me in, as usual. I had always found Katie to be a positive distraction in class, but since we started dating two months beforehand, it was impossible to focus. Luckily I was good at school and the daydreaming did not affect my grades. Katie was wearing a tank top in an effort to fight the oppressive heat outside. I stared at her bare shoulders, already aroused at the thought that, just the day before, I had seen the rest of her naked. It was exciting each time I saw her, clothed or not. Our explorations of each other, while much more covert these days, made our already close relationship even more intimate. I felt like I knew every part of her, that I could make a mental map of her if I wanted to. I was lost in the curve of her shoulder when she suddenly turned around.

"Class is over, Jimmy, didn't you hear the bell?"

"Katie, there's this really cute girl who sits in front of me, and it's all I can do to keep focused. Maybe I should move across the room."

"Maybe you should ask that cute girl out. Oh, I forgot, that's not your style. You like to sit back and wait for girls to make the first move?"

"Very funny, Katie. Are you going to give me grief about that forever."

"Probably," she said with a sigh. She took my hand as I slung my backpack over my shoulder. "Now, come on, we'll be late for class."

I spent the rest of the day distracted in class, dreaming about Katie, until we ended up at Katie's house after school. We were supposed to be working on a term paper together. I was at her computer, jotting down an outline, while Katie casually looked out the window.

"Are you going to help me?" I asked, trying not to sound impatient. She smiled, then looked back to the window. I kept typing, watching her furtively. Her shorts were shorter than she used to wear before we started dating, and her demeanor had changed as well, at least when we were alone. She was twirling her hair absentmindedly, a sure sign something was on her mind. "What's up, Katie?" I asked, hitting the period at the end of the sentence a little to hard.

"What, oh, sorry," she said, snapping back to the present. "I was just thinking about helping you. No, really, don't give me a look like that, I was, really. It's just that I don't think you need help with our paper. I think you need a little different help." With that she unzipped her shorts, exposing her underwear underneath and grinning. I was determined to show her I wasn't so horny that I would drop our homework and pounce, which was exactly what I wanted to do.

"Not in the mood? I don't buy it," she said. She pulled at the collar of her shirt playfully, walking toward me with a grin on her face. "I bet you are," she said in a sing-song voice. "I saw you looking at me in class. In fact, I bet you wouldn't mind if I just took off this shirt altogether. Now, are you sure I can't help you?" She tugged at her shorts waist and underwear simultaneously, exposing just the top half inch of her short, black pubic hair. I had been hard all day just by sitting next to her, and now I was so aroused my jeans were cramping my erection.

"I mean, you look so tense, sitting there making an outline of the historical significance of Gibraltar, you could use a break." She stood there in her bra, tugging her jeans and underwear a little lower, showing more. "And my mom won't be home for at least an hour..."

I didn't let her finish the sentence. I stood up, sweeping her in my arms. She melted into me, and we were fiercely kissing each other as she fumbled to unzip my jeans. She did, and I wiggled out of them as she giggled, taking her shorts off. "Isn't this better than homework?" she said.

"Maybe," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but she didn't buy it.

"Come here," she said, stepping close to me as she peeled off her bra. We embraced, my erection leaving a smear of pre-cum on her stomach as we pressed together. She hopped up onto me, so that I was supporting her weight, and I pressed her back against the wall. The sun was streaming in, and if her parents came home early we would be busted. Katie and I were going to wait, we had said, but that didn't keep us from exploring every other possible way to get each other off. She slowly ground her wet vagina against me, panting as she left a wet trail against my thigh. I was dry humping her as well, but she came first, crying out so loudly that I almost panicked and dropped her. She shuddered as she climaxed, but kept the rhythm going, determined to reach a second orgasm quickly. I let her dictate the pace and movements, and soon she was coming again, panting through a powerful orgasm. When it finished, she clung closely to me, apparently exhausted by the effort. I picked her up more, placing my hands around her firm, round ass as she wrapped her legs around me, and carried her over to her bed. As we moved across the room the head of my penis nudged her labia, and even the entrance to her vaginal canal. While the temptation was intense, I resisted the urge to enter her; I didn't want to do anything she wasn't ready to do.

I set her down on the bed, but she immediately sprang up, pressing her body against me. She kissed me once and then slowly sank to her knees, until she was kneeling with her face an inch away from my erection. She smiled, then with her eyes locked on mine took me into her mouth. She had done this many times before, but each time reminded me of the first time, where she sank to her knees and swallowed my semen in a shop. She had now wrapped a hand around the shaft of my penis, providing added pressure and friction as she took me into her mouth. I suddenly felt a pressure building inside me and started breathing harder. She moaned, taking me into her mouth as I came. My knees buckled and I thought I might pass out from ecstasy, but when I finished she stood up, smiling as she swallowed.

"Well, now I think we can work on this paper without distraction, don't you think, Jimmy?"

Chapter 2

Three days later Katie and I were at the public library, looking for more books about our paper topic. We always got paired together for assignments, which has its drawbacks when it came to actually getting work done. While I was always up for a little public groping, Katie's sex drive was almost unstoppable. I wondered how much she had waited for me to come around to realize my feelings for her, and how liberated she seemed now. It was for that reason that, as I sat on the floor between two huge shelves, Katie was tugging at her sundress.

"Come on, you know you want to see them, admit it."

"I do, that's not the problem, Katie. I'd like to keep us from getting banned from the public library, that's all. I mean, don't get me wrong, there is no bigger fan of your breasts than me, but part of my mind is on the librarian who keeps passing by these shelves."

"Does the other part of your mind remember last weekend?"

How could I forget. It was the first time I had fucked her between her breasts. We we supposed to be cleaning my pool, but we ended up fooling around, and as she lay on a pool deck chair I fucked her breasts, finally climaxing all over her chest. Our parents returned shortly after I finished, and if Katie had not jumped into to pool to wash herself off we would have been caught. 

"How about just a peek, to stimulate your interest?". She then tugged at the elastic fabric, revealing her bare breasts for a second before covering them. "Hmm?"

I just grinned, causing her to blush. Then, as if nothing had happened, she continued with our previous conversation. 

"I am so excited about our trip to DC. Mom and Dad have been talking about it for weeks."

"I know, I am excited we're going."

"It's too bad that we can't share a room, like last time, although mom said that she'd consider it."

"Are you sure they aren't just kidding around. Letting us share a room, it seems...I don't know, like bad parenting on their part."

"Oh, I think they're serious. They trust us. I mean, I still sleep over all the time."

"But not in my room. Now we're both in sleeping bags in the living room, same as your place."

"But that's never stopped us, has it, Jimmy? Now, come on, let's check these books out and head home, I'm so wet I can hardly wait to get you alone," she said. With that we stood up, and, before leaving, she looked over both shoulders. Seeing that we were alone, she kissed me and pressed herself against me. Decided to surprise her, spinning her around so that she was pressed against a bookshelf, her ass sticking out at me. She looked over her shoulder at me as I quickly lifted her sundress, revealing her pink underwear. she nodded feebly, almost in a trance, and I pushed aside her underwear and slowly inserted two fingers into her wet vagina. 

She moaned as I penetrated her, my other hand reaching forward to rub her clitoris rapidly. We had to hurry, because any second and we would be caught. The danger seemed to send Katie over the edge, because her vagina clamped down on my fingers and she reached an intense orgasm. She leaned harder onto the books, panting.

"One more, please," she pleaded. I obliged, quickly sending her over the edge. When she finished, I pulled my fingers out of her and she straightened up to kiss me. as she did (and luckily just after she straightened her dress) the librarian appeared in our aisle, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

"The library is for research, not for you kids to fool around. Out, before I call your parents or the police."

Katie and I waited until we got into her car to start laughing. We drove away, trying to compose ourselves. It was only a few blocks later that Katie turned serious.

"I supposed you're wondering when you'll get the chance, since I teased you so bad at the library. I don't want to leave you in a state like that," Katie said. She paused, then bit her lip, before adding, "Jimmy, are we doing the right thing? Isn't all of this, I don't know, this stuff, kind of like cheating in a way?"

"Maybe, Katie," I said. She grinned nervously. I could tell she was going through one of her pangs of guilt. Katie was an exceptionally sexual creature, but she was also bound to her notions of virtue. It was true that we were stretching the definitions of virginity and sex to their limits of legality. "I guess in a way, we are. But that's not to say it isn't amazing."

"I know, and I feel excited and terrible about it. I've been thinking about it, and whether or not we've been honest with ourselves. I mean, we're basically having sex. Let's face it, right now, what I want to do more than anything else is give you a blowjob to repay you for fingering me in the library. I mean, when you say it out loud, there's nothing virtuous about it. And it's on my mind because I want to do it, and because I love you."

"Katie, I love you, you know that. I love you more than anything. If you want to stop all of this...stuff, then we'll stop. Completely, we can just kiss and hold hands and I'd be happy to be with you."

"That's just it, Jimmy, I don't want to stop. I think it's time we looked at ourselves and were honest about what we're doing. I think it's time we actually do it."

My jaw dropped. I was prepared for her to change her mind about our sexual activities, not take them to the final act. She smiled nervously, her mind only halfway on the road. I decided a little levity might help ease the tension in the car.

"Well, we can't right now, we're driving."

Katie laughed, causing the car to swerve a little. She regained control of the car and wiped tears out of her eyes as she laughed hard. "I didn't mean right now, or the next time we're alone. I just think it's time to either do it or stop what we've been doing. I mean, I've been in the pill for years, and neither of us has so much as kissed another person. It's safe. We love each other. I think it's time. But, until then," she said as she pulled into my driveway, "I believe my boyfriend needs a blowjob."

Chapter 3

The next day some of our friends joined us at my house to swim. Harry and Denny were there, as well as some girls Katie knew from choir. Since it since mixed company, my parents had to be home, but they were in the kitchen minding their own business. It seemed ironic that they trusted me when Katie and I were alone, but not when we had other people around that kept us from being a tangle of limbs. Katie wasn't there yet, and as we swam Harry and Denny quizzed me. The four girls sat on the pool chairs, sunning themselves.

"Still no action, not even second base?" Denny asked in a hushed voice. "Man, you must be going nuts. I mean, she even gets to sleep over."

"But on the couch," Harry corrected. "Still, it must be tough. I am surprised you put up with it."

"You two have no idea what you're talking about, you know that? Katie and I are happy together, and I don't need you two nosing into my relationship with my girlfriend. All you ever talked about before I started dating her was why I wasn't dating her. And now you still can't stop talking about it. Look, why don't you two nerds talk to the cute girls Katie invited?". Of course, neither one made a move, but my goal was to shut them up anyway. Whether they were going to work up the nerve or not, Katie arrived a minute later, putting any chances they had with the girls-albeit infinitesimal-on hold. Katie emerged from the kitchen doors, wearing her vintage bikini she bought when we first started dating. 

My friends stared unabashedly, and her friends looked at her in shock and envy. She was certainly built for the suit, and it's cut accentuated her body like nothing else could. She smiled at me as her friends asked her about her swimsuit, while I overheard Denny mutter "lucky bastard" in my direction. I exited the pool and walked over to her. Her friends were admiring the suit and asking where she bought it. I walked up and she paused the question and answer session to kiss me deeply. We separated and as I walked into the house to get refreshments she saw me staring at her back dimples and winked.

"Hey, Jim," my dad said as I stepped inside. "Katie looks nice today, don't you think?"

"She looks nice every day," I said. My mom nodded in approval, then helped me load a tray with sandwiches and drinks.

"What are you guys planning for tonight?" my mom asked. "Make sure you're not out late, we've got a plane to catch tomorrow."

"We won't, mom, don't worry."

"We never worry about you and Katie, dear," my mom said. "We are happy you two found each other. In fact, your dad and I have been talking, and we wanted to tell you that we trust you and Katie will always do the right thing. You know, when it comes to sex..."

She whispered the last line and blushed. My dad grimaced. As uncomfortable as they were, I was more so. I didn't want another sex talk from my mom and dad, especially while my girlfriend and friends were out back by the pool. My dad seemed to anticipate this, and quickly chimed in to break the awkward silence.

"Don't worry, Jim, we're not going to rehash our birds and bees talk again. What your mom and I want you to know is that we understand you're young and that you and Katie are in love, and we're fine with that. Just understand that as long as you use the proper precautions, well, I guess we're trying to say that we are okay with that."

I was blushing now. "Precautions?"

"We're not blind, Jim," my mom said kindly. "I've seen how you two look at each other. Your father and I were young once, we understand. I guess you could say the cat is out of the bag."

"Katie's parents realize it, too. There are inevitable instincts that two young people in love will have to deal with. Now, we don't want to keep you from Katie and your friends, but we want you to know that we know, and we understand."

"Okay, I am totally confused now," I said, and they laughed.

"What your mom is trying to say is that we know things will happen, physically, between you two, if they haven't already. And we know that when the time comes, you will take the appropriate precautions, like birth control. And keeping your mouth shut to your friends about it. What you think is just telling them a secret will be a school wide rumor. Understand?"

"Yes," I said, wanting to be clear. "I understand perfectly."

"Good, because I don't want to worry about you two on our trip, should anything happen, physically, that is. We want you to know we trust you, you know, do...um, to do the right thing."

"Got it, Dad. And thanks for the talk, really. It was great. Awkward, but great.". My parents laughed and looked at me with the same look I used to get as a little kid when I would get straight As on my reported card for the first few times (the novelty had long worn off). I picked up the tray and walked outside, my head swimming. Katie met me at the door, a look of concern in her face.

"You were in there a while, she said. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, but I'll have to tell you later," I said, beaming at our guests as I served them lunch.

Our friends left a few hours after lunch. I was sitting in the living room, waiting for Katie to finish her shower. My parents were heading out to do last minute errands before we left for DC. As they left, my dad looked at me appraisingly and nodded, before shutting the door behind him. A few minutes later Katie came downstairs wearing a t-shirt and a pair of very short light blue running shorts. She knew I was a fan of how she looked in them. They were tiny on her and framed her toned ass exquisitely. She bounded down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, looking at me quizzically as I set down the magazine I was reading.

"Your bathing suit was a hit, I think the guys and the girls were both interested, although for different reasons."

"I don't care what anyone else thinks, I wore it for you. I like the way you look at me."

"Well, I like to look at you, so that works out well."

"So what did your parents want this afternoon? You were in there for a while, I was wondering if maybe my bathing suit had caused a stir." Katie walked over to me and sat on my lap, kissing me. 

"I got a sex talk."

"Like the one you got in fifth grade. About erections and vaginas and babies?" she asked, grinding against me a little.

"No, nothing like that. It was awkward, though, probably even more so. They suspect we're up to something." Katie stopped her subtle grinding, but I kept talking. "And, oddly enough, they are cool with it."

"Jimmy, did I hear correctly that your parents think we are having sex?"

"They either think we are, or think we're going to. Your parents have talked with my parents about it, too."

"I can't believe they left us alone together, then," she said. She was sitting side-saddle on my lap, and had resumed her almost imperceptible grinding against my lap.

"That was the weird part. They are cool with, as long as we're careful."

"They are cool with it?" she asked.

"As long as we're careful," I repeated. My hand was on her thigh, slowly traveling closer to her running shorts. I knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath them, and as my hand traveled up her smooth thigh I could feel my own arousal press against her.

"Careful?" she whispered as my hand reached the point where her inner thigh was covered by her shorts. I brushed them gently aside, feeling her damp pubic hair.




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 02



"Birth control, I explained. And they said we should never tell our friends anything, otherwise rumors will start flying.". As I said this my hand brushed her labia, feeling how wet she was. She spread her legs wider, and I brushed two fingers against the entrance to her vagina, feeling how tight and hot it was. I pushed gently against her, entering her half an inch.

"It's a good thing I'm on the pill," she said as I penetrated her further. She sighed as I wrapped my other hand around her, feeling her round ass and grinding against her. Katie panted, moaning as I rubbed her clit and fingered her. It was exhilarating to be with her, and as I felt her vagina contract around my fingers I was overcome by how amazing she was on all levels. I was overcome with emotion and forgot about grinding my erection upward into her as she climaxed. I kept fingering her, feeling her body tense up a second time, then a third, until she was actually crying, resting her body against me. 

With her fourth orgasm she stood up, letting my fingers slide out of her. She knelt in front of me, pulling down my shorts as I lifted up slightly to help her. She pulled my shorts off all the way, then knelt between my legs and started to lick the shaft of my penis, dodging the head intentionally.

Katie kept avoiding the head of my penis, focusing on the rest because she wanted to prolong things. She was, at this point, an expert in how to make me cum, and she knew how to draw things out when she wanted to. She gripped the base tightly while finally taking me all the way into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, moaning slightly as I ran my hands through her hair. I expected her to keep going and swallow when I reached my orgasm, but she stood up, letting go of my red, throbbing penis. I had no idea what she had in mind, but a thought raced through my brain suddenly 'this could be it...

Instead, she straddled me, still wearing her running shorts, and pressed up against me. The running shorts were the only thing keeping the head of my penis out of her wet vagina. She rubbed herself along the length of my erection, my penis parting her labia as she did so. I kissed her breasts through her shirt, reveling in the feeling. We were so close to actually having sex, but even this variation was amazing. I gripped her ass with both hands and pressed her harder against me, and as I did she climaxed again, panting and pressing her chest against me. She kept riding me this way, and I pushed against her one last time and erupted, flooding he narrow space between us with semen. 

We had never reached orgasm this close to her vagina before, and even with the shorts between us the thrill amplified my own orgasm. Katie came at the same time, panting and gasping as she rubbed against me, smearing semen all over us. We got up quickly, realizing that within seconds we would ruin my parents' couch, and embraced, kissing each other and laughing. 

"Well," she said, surveying the mess on her shorts and on me, "if we hurry we'll have time for a shower before we need to leave for the movies."

Chapter 4

The next day we left for Washington, DC. We were at the airport, waiting through what felt like an hour long ride through security. Our parents were in line in front of us, and I brought up the rear. Katie, like me, had opted for jeans since the airport could be cold in some places. She wore a tank top that showed a bit of her bra strap every so often. Even this slightest hint was enough to pique my interest. I was randomly selected to have my bags searched. I was escorted to a waiting area while they checked my backpack and then patted me down. When I was finished I met up with my family and Katie as they exited the scanners.

"Enjoy the pat down?" Katie whispered in my ear. "Next time I'll volunteer to check you." She kissed me on the cheek and then added "it's a good thing they didn't look in my bag."

I looked at her in surprise but she just raised her eyebrows and started to catch up with our parents. We boarded an hour and a half later, and quickly settled for the flight. Katie and I had each brought a long book to read, with the idea that we would switch when we were finished. It was a smaller plane, with two seats on each side of the aisle. My parents were in the row in front of us, and Katie's mom and dad were across the aisle from us. Katie, being shorter, took the window seat and quickly settled in with her book. 

It wasn't until the flight attendant announced that the passengers could use electronics that Katie looked up from her book and scanned her surroundings. She waited until her mom and dad put on their headphones before she stood up and edged past me. As she passed I noticed her jeans were riding a little low on her, and that her underwear was peeking out of her jeans. She always opted for cute cotton ones, not to skimpy but incredibly sexy in an innocent sort of way. She noticed me looking and smiled before stepping out into the aisle. She reached up into the overhead compartment, exposing her midriff. I watched in earnest as she retrieved her coat and then nudged past me to sit down.

"I'm cold," she explained, covering herself a little with her coat. "Mind if I sit a little closer?". She then lifted the armrest separating out seats and sat so we were touching. 

"So what is so special in your backpack?" I asked in a quiet voice. The plane noise ensured our conversation was private at almost any volume, but it still seemed prudent to keep our voices down.

"I really can't say right now, but maybe if you're good you'll find out later. By the way, did you get a good look when I was getting my jacket? I saw you staring."

"I did, thank you very much. I always like to sneak a peek at when you've got on underneath. Nice choice today, by the way. I like them."

"You do? I always thought guys like slutty underwear like thongs and French cut things. I feel like I'm still in middle school with these things on."

"No, I like them very, very much. In fact, you could only wear those all day and I'd be happy. It's hot in its own way. Although, to be fair, if you did wear only that all the time, I suspect you'd be out of them more than you would be in them."

She nestled closer to me and said "You know, Jimmy, you are a horn dog. I am a very lucky girl."

"You're one to talk, Katie. I didn't think girls were supposed to have sex on their minds as much as you have, not that I'm complaining."

"I only have it on my mind because it's with you," Katie said, her eyes locked in a dreamy gaze at me. "I mean, right now it's about all I can think about. Maybe like we did last time, in your living room. Pressing against each other until we both come...by the way, we were pretty close a few days ago, weren't we?"

"Yeah, I didn't know where things were going. I am glad where we ended up, but I mean a little shifting here and there and..." I stopped just as Katie moved even closer, leaning against me. 

"And you're fine with things as they are?" she asked. 

"Yeah, of course I am. With you, and with everything."

"Really? Because I was thinking about maybe I should start wearing makeup or doing something different with my look. You know, something more like the other girls do."

"Don't, as least not for me. I like you the way you are. I love that you don't wear makeup; you're so beautiful that you always look amazing. I love you the way you are."

"You're too sweet, Jimmy," she said. She leaned against me some more, her head resting on my shoulder. Her jacket was now laying across both of our laps, and I felt her right arm stir as she slowly moved her hand across my leg and rested it on my erect penis. I was already straining against the jeans fabric, and her hand pressed against me, making me take a sharp, inward breath.

"What did I find here?" she said. "Hmm, it seems that my best friend is excited about something, Maybe one day he'll figure out how much I like him he'll make a move. Or maybe I should make the first move? Maybe if I give him a gentle squeeze." She then began gently rubbing her hand, running along the length of my penis and also squeezing it. I was breathing very deeply and slowly. If her jacket shifted, her parents were only two feet away from me. She rubbed a little harder, all the while leaning against me. I wanted to touch her back but I couldn't move without exposing what she was up to. 

"You know, I used to get so wet when we would sit around doing homework or hanging out. I wanted you to touch me so badly. I would run upstairs when you'd leave and I'd touch myself," she said in a whisper. I realized that she was now also rubbing herself, her left hand tucked underneath her jeans. I was dangerously close to an orgasm, and with a panicked thought I realized that I would not be able to conceal the mess in my pants if I did. I was about to stop her when she climaxed. Her hand stopped moving over my hand and concentrated on herself. She squirmed a little, then, holding her breath for a long time, she slowly shuddered and finished. A second later she withdrew her left hand from her own lap and gave me one last squeeze before taking her right hand away from me."

"I'm sorry I can't finish for you," she said, "but the mess..."

"I know, is's okay," I said. 

"Maybe later, if we get a chance," she said. She then leaned against me again, this time her hands above the jacket, her breathing slow and steady and her hand in mine.

It took us an hour to get from the airport to our hotel. We were near the Smithsonian museums, and had endured a hot and humid Metro train to get there. A creepy older man kept staring at Katie as we rode the train, and after a sufficient number of dirty looks from me he turned away and ogled someone else. When we reached the hotel Katie and I hung back while our parents checked in. It was a nice hotel that had been remodeled many times over the years, with a large number of oil pantings adorning the walls. Our parents were at the counter for what seemed like a long time, when Katie leaned in close to whisper in my ear. 

"What about that creeper in the Metro, very gross."

"I know, tell me about it," I said. "I'm glad we live in a small city. That way the only creepy pervert is Mr. Walton."

"I know, I hate biology class with him."

We were interrupted by our parents, who had returned from the counter with expressions of satisfaction that seemed a bit extreme for successfully checking into a hotel, albeit a nice one like this. We followed them down the hallway to a bank of elevators, and it was only when we were inside and heading to the fourth floor that we understood their cause for celebration.

"Well, we didn't want to tell you ahead of time, but we reserved three rooms for the week," Katie's mom said quietly. When we both looked at her with puzzled faces she elaborated. "You've both been so trustworthy, and you're both eighteen, we decided to let you two stay in the same room."

"It's a suite, with two bedrooms," my mother added. Our dads both looked on but said nothing. I was not sure if they were on board with the idea, and I couldn't believe this was actually happening. "We want your word that you'll behave and stay in your own bedrooms. If you can agree to the terms the room is yours."

I looked at Katie, who quickly looked over all four of our parents. "Deal," she said, trying not to look too excited. We reached the elevators and stood in the back as our parents packed in with us. I reached behind Katie and squeezed her hand gently. She returned the squeeze and we separated. A few seconds later we were spilling out into the hallway with luggage wheeling behind us. Katie's dad handed us the key card and looked at me for a second before smiling and patting me on the shoulder awkwardly. 

"You two might as well get settled, and come to our room in an hour so we can head out to dinner. There's a nice place a few blocks from here," he said, then ushered us in and shut the door behind us.

It took about thirty seconds before Katie jumped into my arms, kissing me as I tried not to fall over from the force of our collision.

"What the hell just happened?" I said, catching my breath.

"Two things, I think. First, I think they have given up and realized that things are 'going to happen' between us. Second, I suspect the major factor, is that they want their own rooms to themselves. Remember our last trip, they didn't seem to complain about a little privacy. Come on, let's look around."

We threw our bags into our separate bedrooms. A small living room and sitting room separated our bedrooms. We had a balcony that overlooked a busy street. Our rooms were identical, and we separated to unpack, but within a minute or two I heard a quiet squeal and was suddenly tackled onto my bed. Katie was on top of me, and as I rolled over she fell next to me in a quiet giggle. We kissed, with our hands quickly exploring each other.

"We can't," she whispered, "we can't do anything right now. We've got to meet them in forty minutes." Still, we kissed and touched, and Katie was growing bolder, until we both sat upright, panting, our faces flush. Katie's jeans were partially unzipped and my erection was throbbing against my jeans, pulsing with excitement.

"Well, this is going to be a fun week," she said. "Do you think they'll check on us?"

"I'm not sure, we'll have to be careful. Although, come to think of it, they did just let us stay in the same suite. I can't predict what they'll do."

"This is pretty nice, isn't it," she said, reclining on the bed. "It's like we're on vacation together, alone. It's like, I don't know, it's like..."

"I know," I said, kissing her. "By the way, what were you going to show me, in your suitcase."

"Oh," she said, giggling, "I don't think I'm going to need it now. But let me show you." She darted out of my bedroom, returning a minute later with a what looked like a pen. "I brought this to keep me busy while we were in separate rooms for a week.

"Is that a pen? Were you planning on writing me notes?"

"This is no ordinary pen, Jimmy. It's a squiggle writer. You know, those pens that vibrate while you write. You got one for me for my thirteenth birthday, remember? It was a cool gift, and well, writing with it was cool, but I soon discovered it had a special capability. Pretty soon I was using it all the time to get off."

"You mean, like a vibrator?"

"That's pretty much what it is. It was pretty popular in middle school, all the girls had one as far as I knew. Of course, I could have gotten a real one by now, but I like this one because you gave it to me. I knew you had no idea what I was doing with it, but still, it was special." She took it and turned it on, sliding it down her unzipped jeans and over her underwear. She started to breathe deeper, writhing slightly on the bed. I moved closer and kissed her, my hand gently massaging her breast as she masturbated with her vibrating pen. 

"The first time I used this, I was sitting at my desk at home," she said between kisses. "I was wearing a skirt, and absentmindedly put it down there. When I realized what was happening, I started to shake all over from the intensity of it." She was panting now, and I wanted more than anything to touch her down there myself, but instead I kept kissing and feeling her as she used her pen.

"I think of you, you know, when I do it," she said, panting now. She started to buck her hips in a familiar pattern, and started to climax. She kissed me, pressing her tongue into my mouth, moaning quietly as she shuddered. She kept wiggling the pen around until her orgasm faded, then removed the pen and set it on the bed.

"That," she said, "was fun. Now you know what I do in my free time, when you aren't around. Now, come on, I don't think I'm going to need that again for the week, since I've got you here. But we're going to be late, and I need to freshen up."

By the time we got back from dinner, it was getting late and we had an early day of monument sightseeing the next morning. It was awkward, to say the least, to say goodbye to our parents and then head into our own room. When the door shut behind us Katie clicked the lock, making it official. We were on our own. For some reason, I was nervous. Here was my girlfriend, my best friend for twelve years, who I had known as intimately as anyone could know a person, and yet I was scared.

"Nervous?" she said. I nodded, and she laughed nervously. 

"Maybe it would be best if we actually got ready for bed, you know, keep the normal routine. We could even watch a movie on the couch," I said. She agreed, and we both went to our bedrooms to get our stuff. It seemed odd to change separately, since I had seen Katie naked countless times, but it was also exciting. I was already brushing my teeth when she came into the bathroom with her toothbrush and toothpaste. She was wearing flannel pajama pants and a white tank top, her usual bedtime getup. When we had sleepovers at each others house, one of us would invariably sneak to visit the other, and I'd usually finger her and she'd give me a blowjob. It had always worked well and seemed to be the quickest methods, in case we were caught. 

She stepped up to the sink next to me and we brushed in silence. When I finished, there was a knock at the door. I left the bathroom and opened it to find our dads, who stepped in to say goodnight. I noticed as they did they also surreptitiously checked that each bedroom had a set of luggage and that Katie and I were indeed dressed appropriately. Satisfied with their inspection, they bade us goodnight and left.

"I wonder if they actually think we're going behave ourselves, or if this is some formality, the last vestiges of parenting us?" Katie wondered aloud as she emerged from the bathroom to find me on the couch. On her way to the couch she stopped by the front door and locked the extra lock. "Just in case, you know, the hotel is robbed or something."

She sat down next to me and I turned on the TV. We had set up one of our iPhones to play through the TV, and Katie called up one of our favorites.

"You know, I am still completely blown away by this," she said. "I never would have imagined our parents would actually let us stay together like this. I wonder if we'll be able to spend the night in each other's rooms when we get back."

"I don't know, maybe this is a 'vacation only' rule," I said, as Katie sank into the couch and cuddled up against me. We watched the movie for a little while, until Katie's hand slowly started moving up my leg, toward my twitching erection.

"Poor Jimmy. You had to sit there on the plane while I fingered myself, and then with the squiggle pen. You must be so pent up."

"No more than I was for years," I said as she gently gripped the shaft through my pajamas. I reached behind her as she leaned forward, cupping her ass in my hands.

"What do you suppose we could do?" she asked, slowly freeing my erection from my pajamas until it stood up in salute to her. I slipped my hand into her pants, feeling her bare ass. She smiled, looking up at me with her bright eyes, and then engulfed my penis in her mouth. She moaned quietly as she leaned forward, bobbing up and down as she sucked me into her mouth. I was able to slowly stroke her labia from behind, and she stuck her ass out a little bit, giving me better access. 

Katie continued to suck my penis, her speed picking up a little. I felt her wet labia and finally pushed two fingers slowly inside her. With difficulty, I was able to slowly alternate between penetrating her and rubbing her clit. She moaned, sucking me harder, now wrapping a hand around the shaft of my penis and gripping it as she took me into her mouth. After the entire day of arousal, I was close to orgasm, and tried to concentrate on her to prolong the pleasure. She paused, looking at me and sighing before I felt her vagina contract and her orgasm take over.




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 02



"Ohhhh," she hissed, gripping my penis and sighing hard as she climaxed. My swollen penis pressed against her cheek as she lost herself in her orgasm, her body shuddering with pleasure. When she finished, she pulled my hand away and continued to suck my penis, this time increasing the intensity and speed, until I thrust my hips upward and started to ejaculate. After an innumerable number of blowjobs, Katie knew my movements and could anticipate my orgasms. She took me deep into her mouth, letting me flood her with semen. She waited until I was finished, then swallowed. She sat up, grinning, and cuddled against me as we both readjusted our pajamas.

"My poor boyfriend, pent up all day. I promise not to let you go so long in the future."

When the movie ended it was late, and Katie and I shut off the TV and stretched groggily. We walked together to the bedrooms, then paused.

"Your place or mine?" she asked. "I mean, they aren't really going to check on us in the middle of the night, and we have to unlock the door anyway, so..." she said, then trailed off, looking at me expectantly. I took her hand, and led her to what was officially my room. I shut off the lights, but even in the dim light of the streetlights and moon I could see Katie was peeling off her tank top, pajama pants, and underwear. She slipped, completely naked, into my bed. I followed her lead, and seconds later found her under the sheets, both of us naked.

"I like this," she said, nestling close to me, our bodies touching. "I could definitely do this forever." I didn't say anything, and she stirred a little. "Sorry," she added.

"For what?" I asked. We were holding each other close and I was too preoccupied with the naked woman in my arms to register what she was sorry for.

"I didn't mean to pressure you, with the forever thing. I wasn't trying to imply..."

"Katie, you don't have to apologize. I like the idea of forever, where you're concerned. Really."

"Oh, Jimmy, you are amazing. And, I see, interested," she added, as she felt my penis pressing against her stomach, pulsing and erect.

"I am always interested," I said, "and I meant what I said about forever. I love you, Katie." 

She kissed me, pressing her body against mine. My hands wrapped around her and held her close, finally reaching her ass and cupping it in both hands, gently squeezing it. We kissed and her hands found my chest, then arms, gripping me tightly. Katie rolled, hoisting herself onto me, so that she was straddling me. Our naked bodies were joined as she sat, her labia parted over the shaft of my penis. A slight change in angle and I would enter her, but she stayed upright, gliding her wet labia over the shaft of my throbbing penis."

"Not yet, Jimmy, but I think you'll like what I have planned," she whispered gleefully, indicating I would not be entering her tonight. She slid along my shaft, rubbing her wet labia all over my penis, lubricating it. I held her ass tightly and pressed up against her as she ground against me, our genitals touching and smashed together. Katie climaxed, rubbing herself against me and panting hard. I was close, but Katie had a second orgasm as soon as the first ended, and as she pressed against me and rubbed I climaxed, too, shooting semen between us. 

She continued to grind against me for a third orgasm, finally collapsing against me, panting. She was giggling, too, giddy with delight. Finally, she climbed off of me, her labia and my penis covered in sticky semen. She curled up next to me, spooning into me and pressing against me. I held her close, exhausted, until we both fell asleep.

Chapter 5

We woke the next day, our bodies stuck together. It was a painful separation, as my penis was glued to her lower back, but we separated quickly and winced through the pain. She sat up, her pert breasts heaving, eyeing me as I got up.

"We need to get ready for breakfast, it's six-thirty," she said. "Too bad, I'd like some more time with you."

"Maybe we'll have time later, if you're good," I said. She laughed and winked. I left the room and ruffled her bed sheets, just in case. When I returned, Katie was in the shower. I stepped into the bathroom, peering into the shower to watch her for a second.

"Do you think you can take a shower with me and keep our hands off each other? I don't want to be late and blow our newfound freedom on day one."

"Of course we can't," I said, "you shower first, that way if they stop in I'm waiting innocently for you to finish."

"Good idea. It's too bad, though," she said. "Maybe I'll need to take a shower tonight, when I won't need to meet up with anyone on time."

It turns out our caution was warranted. Our moms checked in on us in twenty minutes to find me in my room reading while Katie showered. Twenty minutes after that we were dressed and in the hotel lobby, setting out on foot to find breakfast and start the day. As usual, my dad was a fanatical planner, and had scheduled a day of visits. Katie and I wandered around on our own for the most part, giving us the chance to sneak kisses here and there, but nothing more than that. 

It wasn't until dinner that we even had time to sit next to each other, but even then we were surrounded by parents. Katie had chosen a knit top and a short, ruffled skirt that accentuated her athletic legs. As we sat at the table, she put her hand on my knee a few times and I ran my hand up her leg. At one point she spread her legs a little, letting me touch her inner thighs, but I couldn't do anything more obvious than that right in front of my parents.

We finished dinner exhausted, content with the day and ready to hit the Smithsonian for the next three days. My parents stopped in on us as we brushed our teeth again, and as soon as they were gone Katie clicked shut the lock and bounced into my arms.

"My Mickey Mouse watch tells me we are way overdue to fool around. I mean, we barely got a chance to even kiss," she said, her tongue in my mouth a second later. She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to her room. It seemed odd to even call it that, but we had decided to rotate beds to given them both the look of being used. We collapsed on the bed together, a tangle of limbs, as I hastily took off my t-shirt. She lay on the bed, wiggling out of her pajamas, but then stopped suddenly, pulling them back up.

"What is it?" I asked. She looked at me for a few seconds, not saying anything.

"Come here," she said, getting off of the bed and leading me to a chair. "Take off your clothes and sit," she said gently. I did as she asked, and she smiled. "I do love the way you look at me, Jimmy." She then twirled slowly once, giving me a good look. She grinned, then slowly pulled her pajama pants down. She kicked them off, then unceremoniously pulled off her t-shirt. She then turned around, sticking her ass out and swaying it a little as she unhooked her bra. I was so aroused I wanted to reach out and pull her close to me, but I resisted, waiting for her. She then took off her bra and turned to me, straddling my lap. 

She pressed herself against me, so that only her underwear (Hello Kitty this time) separated us, and gasped as I leaned forward and kissed her breast, gently flicking her small nipples with my tongue. She writhed a little on my lap, and I reached between us and worked my fingers under her waistband. She was slowly grinding against me, and each time she pulled away I worked my hand closer until I was stroking her labia. Katie was panting now, starting to build up to an orgasm, and as I put my free hand on her ass and pressed her nipple between my lips, she climaxed, grinding hard against my hand.

"Oh, god," she said quietly, her body shaking. Katie paused, breathing heavily as her orgasm subsided. She got up off of me, but motioned for me to stay still. She pulled her underwear down, revealing her soft, damp pubic hair, then removed them completely. She straddled me again, and I expected that she would grinding against my shaft, but she lifted herself up, reaching down and gently grabbing my penis, guiding it along her labia downward until it stopped at the entrance of her vagina.

"I'm ready," she panted, looking at me with a determined gaze. We exchanged a look, then she slowly started to sink her body weight onto me. I had penetrated her with one or two fingers for a while, so I knew she wasn't going to feel a great deal of pain or bleed, but still she went slowly. At first she was so tight from her orgasm that the head of my penis barely entered her. She was very wet, though, and she sighed and sank even more, until the head was all the way in.

"You okay, Katie?" I whispered as she stopped moving.

"Uh huh, just being careful," she said. "Is this okay?"

I nodded, and she smiled, sinking a little lower. She raised herself up, until the head of my penis threatened to pop out of her, and then she lowered herself again, this time letting me in further than before. She repeated this motion again, until she sank completely onto me. I was completely inside her, her warmth enveloping me.

As Katie slid down to accept me completely inside her she climaxed again. The tightness of her vagina gripped me so I couldn't move, and I waited until she relaxed before I started moving my hips upward slowly. She responded, raising and lowering herself while grinding backward and forward. We moved slowly, my hand gently massaging her breast. The only sound was our shallow breathing, and the sound of our bodies pressing together gently. 

Katie reached another orgasm and the tightness was too much for me. I thrust upward, raising her up a little, and climaxed. She gasped as I filled her with my semen, my whole body tensed up and my penis pulsing with release. I held her close to me as our mutual orgasm subsided, whereupon we started kissing, grinding our bodies as I stayed inside her. I felt myself stirring inside her, growing again, lubricated by our mutual lust. She responded, feeling me grow inside her, grinding her body against me.

I sat up, holding her ass as we ground against each other. I was completely erect now, fucking her with greater intensity than before. I kissed her, and our tongues intertwined. Katie pressed herself closer to me and climaxed yet another time. She was still incredibly tight, especially when she reached an orgasm, but I was able to continue the rhythm. When she finished she stopped me and sat up, finally climbing off of me. A thick trail of semen spilled out of her, and she stepped over to the bed and laid down. I followed, and she spread her legs wide as I knelt between them, guiding my penis back into her. I slid into her slowly, grinding against her with each thrust, until Katie came again and I followed immediately, our two orgasms once again blending into one. I was blind with pleasure, covered in sweat and delirious. When I finished I lay next to her, both of us clinging to each other in the darkness until we fell asleep.

Chapter 6

The alarm clock woke us up the next morning. I stirred, watching as Katie sat up in bed, her nude form silhouetted against the morning sun. She stretched, her breasts heaving with her slow breath, her firm body casting shadows on the bed.

"Good morning," I said groggily, patting her on her thigh, the closest part of her to me. 

"It is," she said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Well, what did you think? Was it what you thought it was going to be like?"

"Better. Better than anything. I was surprised at first, but it felt so natural, too," I said. She leaned over and kissed me, laying down next to me on the bed. We had little time to get ready, and she looked at her watch for a second before frowning.

"What is it, Katie?"

"One day, we aren't going to have to rush out of each others' bedrooms in the morning. One day we'll be able to stay like this, and see how the morning develops."

"I can already guess how the morning would develop," I said, sliding my hand down her back. She shivered, torn between what we had to do and what we wanted to do. She reached down and started to stroke my already stiff penis, shuddering in delight as I reciprocated and ran my fingers up and down her wet labia.

"You know what I love about you?" I said, now slowly inserting two fingers inside of her, rubbing her clit with my thumb. "Your sense of adventure."

"You know what I love about you?" Katie asked, stroking me faster, already building up to her first orgasm. "The way you touch me, the...ahhhhh." She trailed off, climaxing. She stopped stroking me to enjoy her orgasm, but when she finished she gently pulled my fingers out of her. 

"We don't have much time," she said. "Otherwise I'd let you keep doing what you were doing. Now, come on," and with that she moved closer and took me into her mouth, sucking me and sliding her hand up and down my shaft. It only took a few strokes to bring me close, and I ran my hands through her hair and she took me in as far as she could as I climaxed, exploding in her mouth. She caught it all, swallowing it and then sitting up, looking refreshed.

"Well, that should hold us over for an hour or so," she said, laughing. 

We spent the majority of the day at the Air and Space Museum. Our parents wanted to see the Natural History Museum, and after a few hours with us they made plans to leave us there for a few more hours and explore on their own. When we were finally alone we stopped holding hands and instead walked around with our arms around each others' waist. It was difficult to move this way, but more fun. Katie was wearing another short skirt, this time occasionally flashing me a little as she bent over the adjust the strap on her sandals.

"So, can you believe that all of these years our pent up attraction is finally out in the open? I mean, I've wanted you for years, and now that I have you, I can't get enough of you." She kissed me on the lips, and we started to move in close before we remembered we were in the Smithsonian, and likely to get kicked out for too much contact.

"I still can't believe I almost let you slip by," I said, holding her close as we looked over some exhibits. 

"Why, were you afraid I'd go out with someone else, or did you have your eye on some other girl?"

"Of course I didn't Katie. You are way smarter, and cooler than any other girl I know. Add to that you have a perfect body, and, well I guess I always liked you, you know, but I was too scared to act upon it. I mean, what if I had asked you, like a year or two ago, on a date?"

"You might have earned yourself a blowjob sooner, Jimmy. I'm just saying! Don't give me that shocked look. I think you like my adventurous side."

"I do. You're like some kind of nerd nymphomaniac. Truly one of a kind."

"Thank you," she said, grinning and blushing at the same time. "It's all your fault."

"That, and the squiggle writer," I added.

"Speaking of which," she said, rummaging through her purse. "Guess what I brought with me? I'm saving it for later. I was thinking maybe it might come in handy. After all, it's been hours since you last touched me down there."

"Well, there is a show about planetary probes in the Einstein theater in thirty minutes. If you can behave yourself that long, maybe we could check it out."

And exactly twenty-five minutes later Katie and I were walking into the dimly lit theater along with the rest of the crowd. She looked at me with a devilish grin.

"And how exactly does my boyfriend plan to touch me in this packed theater? I mean, you've successfully attempted it back home, but that theater is a little bit easier to pull off."

"Ah, you'll have to trust me, and also let me sit down first."

"Not very chivalrous of you," she teased. But a few seconds later we were at our seats. She sat down second, and jumped in her seat. She grinned as she realized she was sitting on my hand. Katie readjusted her skirt, and sat back down on my open hand, positioning herself. It was an awkward angle, but she writhed slowly on my hand, letting me penetrate her a little after I shifted her underwear to the side. 

"Nice idea, I can't believe we've never tried this before," she whisper, leaning over to kiss me once. She moved slowly, barely rocking back and forth, riding my fingers. She got progressively wetter, until my fingers were soaked. It took her a while to climax, but when she did she sank onto my fingers all the way, her vagina pulsing on them, as she controlled her breathing and let her shoulders and neck relax. When she finished, her vagina twitched, and she started again. She reached orgasm only a few minutes later, again sighing slowly. She leaned over to kiss me again, just as the lights came on. 

Katie rose slowly, her legs a little unsteady, and tried to adjust her underwear and skirt. I wiped my fingers on the inside of my jacket, and followed her out of the theater. When we left, she pulled me close and reached up to kiss me, her tongue flitting into my mouth.

"I wish I could do the same for you, sweetheart, it's just that you'd make too much of a mess. I promise I'll make it up to you when we get back to our room."

"You never have to make it up to me, although I will take you up on your offer. I love getting you off, it's fun."

"And you, Jimmy, are amazing."

By the time our parents bade us goodnight that evening, I was so aroused that my penis was swollen and was an angry red hue when I finally stripped off my pajamas. Katie was taking off her clothes, eyeing me with a familiar hunger. 

"It's our last night together, at least for a while," she said. "I don't want to go home. I hate being apart."

"I know, but maybe we'll have a new window of freedom open to us. I mean, I can't imagine they've expected us to keep our hands off of each other in this hotel room."

"True, Jimmy. And speaking of which, my poor boyfriend needs some relief, I think. It's too bad you make such a mess every time you come," she said as she crawled across the bed to where I was standing. She touched my penis lightly and a huge stream of pre-ejeculate leaked out. She took my penis in her hand and stroked it. "Think of all of the fun we could have at the library if you didn't."

She then took me into her mouth, sucking me with wild abandon, her hand running along the shaft as she took me into her mouth. A whole day of seeing her in that short skirt, combined with being aroused since I fingered her in the theater, had it's effect. She took me into her mouth one last time and I ejaculated what seemed like an impossibly large amount of semen in her mouth. Most of it came out of her mouth, hanging like thick ropes off of her chin. When I finished she sat up, the think globs of semen dripping off onto her breasts.

"Well, I think I need a shower, care to join me?"

I followed Katie as we raced to the shower. I watched as she set the water temperature, then stepped in. I followed, watching as she lathered up with soap. The soap formed thick streams down her body.

"I didn't think it was possible, Katie, but you're even hotter when you shower."

"Well, come over her and kiss me, then," she said. I obliged, pulling her close as the water rained down on us. She started to grinding against my leg. Katie was so adept at doing this by now that she quickly brought on her first orgasm. She cried out softly as she ground against me, our wet bodies sliding against each other. I cupped her ass and held her close as she kept grinding against me, coming two more times in rapid succession. I finally picked her up gently, and she wrapped her legs around me. We rested with her back to the wall as I slowly penetrated her. She was tight from her recent orgasms but slowly yielded as I pushed into her gently.

"I love you so much," she said as I began fucking her slowly. It was awkward to support her weight and also not fall or drop her, but soon we established a rhythm that worked. Our tongues were intertwined and as I felt her vagina contract more she stopped kissing me to moan softly, coming again. I kept fucking her, the warmth of her body and the water making me feel weightless. She came again, and this time I did too, ejaculating what little semen I had left inside her. When we both finished, I set her down gently, kissing her. We finished our shower, and within minutes we were in bed, in each others arms, asleep.




My Best Friend Katie Pt. 02



Chapter 7

I woke to find Katie awake and looking at me. Her eyes were sparkling, and her freckles seemed to glow in the sunlight. She lay on her stomach, her round ass sticking up a little and commanding my attention. She was more beautiful than any girl I had ever seen, and here she was, naked in our bed. I never wanted anything to change.

"What is it?" she asked, noting the change in my expression.

"Hmm? Oh, just thinking. About how perfect this is, about how perfect you are. I was just thinking about us. And the future."

"What about it?" she said, kissing me. My penis was already stirring to life, and she took notice, taking it in her hand while she kissed me, pressing herself against me. I couldn't answer her immediately, because she was kissing me and had plastered her lips against mine. When she broke free she sat up, staddling me, and sinking down onto my penis with a slow, fluid movement.

"So," she said, as she slowly rode me, "what were you thinking about?"

"Do you want to talk about it right now?" I said, somewhat distracted by her riding my penis. She stopped, sinking onto me all the way, but slowly ground against me.

"Well, since you seem incapable of multitasking, I'll sit here and wait," she said, laughing quietly. I paused, feeling her around me, before speaking.

"Well, I can't imagine our lives being any better than they are now. I love you so much. You're my best friend, and I can't imagine life without you."

"Why, you're too sweet, Jimmy," she said, rising up one and sinking back down onto me. I paused, shuddering with pleasure. She made her vagina contract once, giving me a voluntary squeeze. "But you really should say what's on your mind, I don't know how much longer I can wait."

"Well," I said, amused by her impatience, "I was thinking about how we're going to be going to college together next year. And I'd like to share an apartment or house."

"I thought we already agreed on that," she said, slowly starting to ride me.

"Katie..." I said, losing focus of what I was going to say. She sighed, and stopped riding. She grinned, and I continued. "I just want to be with you forever."

She looked at me, her head cocked to the right as if she was solving a puzzle. "What exactly do you mean?" she said quietly.

"I mean, that I want to be with you forever, and all that it means. I'm not proposing or anything, I don't think that would fly with our parents. But I will, when we're a little older. If you can handle that, and all that it means, then I'll be the happiest guy alive."

"Well," she said, leaning forward to kiss me. Her face was an inch from mine as she broke away from my lips. "I'm the happiest girl on the planet, and it's because of you. So, I think I'm going to say 'yes,' and everything that that means."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really, really," she said, pressing her body close to me. She started to ride me again, pressing her lips against mine and grinding against me. She came, and she panted hard and sat up, riding me hard, her breasts bouncing. I gripped her thighs as she came again, and this time I came with her, climaxing inside her as she collapsed onto me. We stayed that way for a long time, my penis finally softening and slipping out of her.

"It sucks that we have to go home today," she said.

"It doesn't matter, because I have you," I said, kissing her.

"And you always will, Jimmy. You always will." And Katie cuddled up against me, our bodies sticky from sweat. "Come on, we've got a little time. Let's slip into the shower one last time before we go home."