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Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 01

By: monkeyjoe3



CHAPTER 1 - FIRST MEETING

I'd known Jeremy pretty well for five or six years - we'd been to school together right up until I went off to university. He got a job in a local supermarket, and we caught up with each other from time to time when I was back home in holidays. I ran into him in the Easter break in my second year, and he seemed very enthusiastic about a girl he worked with who he was, as he put it, "sort of seeing." What I think that meant was that he was trying to get her into bed, but she was still at the going out for a drink stage. Anyway, we arranged to go for a beer or two later that week, and Jez said that Karen might come along later. 

We met up in a pub, and had a few drinks and a good chat. I probably teased Jez - he's a nice guy, not bad looking, but since he split up with his first girlfriend a couple of years ago, he'd never seemed to enjoy much luck with women. No confidence, probably. But he seemed determined that Karen would be his, and suggested that tonight would be the night - she wasn't finishing work till late, but apparently he'd arranged to meet her in a club, and all the signs were good. I wished him good luck, and we got another drink in. Another thing about Jez, though, is that he's not much of a drinker. By the time we left the pub at about ten he was slurring his words, and slightly unsteady on his feet. But we got into the club easily enough, and found a booth to crash in whilst we waited for his friend to arrive. We didn't have to wait long, and Karen smiled hello to me as she bent to kiss Jez on the cheek. I went to the bar for more drinks, and came back to find Karen sitting close together with Jez, chatting away happily. 

She seemed nice, bright and bubbly. She was quite tall, with long dark blonde hair tied loosely back, dark eyes, not too much make up. Good body too, from what I could see - she was wearing a knee length, dark skirt and a light blue shirt which I guessed was uniform from the shop. She drank her vodka quickly, and offered to get another one for us all, saying that she had some catching up to do. And catch up she did, leaving me a little the worse for wear, but Jez, who was too proud to turn a drink down, really struggling. Eventually, he seemed to slump into the corner of the booth and not join in the conversation, at which point Karen looked at me, laughed gently, and said, "oh well, d'ya fancy a dance? I'll pick him up later!" I laughed too. Jez has never been one for dancing, but I was drunk enough now to go for it, and Karen was on her feet now, pulling me towards the crowd. I followed. 

On the dancefloor, Karen grabbed my hips and we started moving together. I was a bit surprised that she was so physically close, but it felt good to be pressed up against this girl, and I was sure Jez wouldn't notice, or even care in the state he was in. I pulled her closer to me, running my hand down her back and across her arse. She smiled at me, giving me a look that said she knew perfectly well what I was doing, and was okay with it, at least for the moment. I squeezed her arse gently, and moved away, teasing her, seeing if she'd follow. She did, grabbing my hand to pull me back, and that was the signal I wanted. I bent forward and kissed her, gently, on the lips. She stopped, standing still, not sure what to do, I guess, but then I kissed her again and she responded, her hand on the back of my neck, pulling our mouths together hungrily. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was a great kiss! She broke it off, though, looking me in the eye as if to say "no, we can't do this" and making her way off the dancefloor and back to our booth. 

I followed, and as she sat down next to Jez, who looked pretty asleep to me, I squeezed in next to her, putting my hand on her thigh. She looked at me again, then back at Jez. I stretched forward, and kissed her again. She didn't resist, but she didn't really kiss me back, so I eased away, and pointedly looked at my friend. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy our dance," I said, "and don't tell me you don't want to kiss me again." I moved towards her again, and this time she joined in. I shivered slightly, the physical sensations of the kiss compounded by the fact that Jez was right next to us, and, drunk as I was, decided that I might as well go for it anyway. My hand slid under her skirt, and made it's was up her inner thigh. Karen quickly squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand, but she didn't stop the kiss, which encouraged me enough. I remember thinking, quite clearly, that I was going to fuck this girl tonight. 

I pulled away from her kiss. "Do you want to get out of here, find someplace a bit quieter?" I asked, hand still lodged between her legs. 

She glanced over at Jez. "We can't leave him like this," she said. Even in my drunk and horny state, I had to agree, but she hadn't said no! 

"Okay," I said. "Lets wake him up and walk him home, it's not far. And then you and I can carry that kiss on, what do you say?" 

She smiled, still a little unsure, but I stood up and pulled her to her feet, giving me enough room to lean over Jez and shake him awake. He looked up, groggily. "Come on, mate," I yelled at him. "Gotta take you home I think!" It took a couple of minutes, but eventually we got him to his feet and half carried him up the stairs and out onto the street. I knew he was renting a flat in the town centre, so we edged him that way, and eventually he seemed to realise where he was going. He led us up to the door, and somehow managed to find a key, open the door and stumble in. Karen and I looked at one another, and followed. Jez had walked into the front room and sat slumped on an armchair. "You gonna be alright, mate?" I asked him, and he slurred that he was. I walked back to where Karen was standing at the door. "I think he's gonna be just fine there, probably best to leave him be. What do you think?" 

She nodded. "I guess so. And I'd better be getting off home too." She turned away as I moved towards her. 

"Hey," I spoke gently. "Thought you and me could explore Jez's flat a bit, I'm sure he'd have invited you in if he was capable!" 

She laughed, and that gave me enough time to take her hand, and bend forward to kiss her, edging her backwards out of the front room and into the hall. We moved down the short hall, and I looked over her shoulder and pushed her into what I assumed was the bedroom, still kissing. We half sat and half fell onto the bed in the dark, and I quickly rolled over onto my side, easing her onto her back, and pushed my hand up her skirt. This time she relaxed her legs, allowing me to rub the tops of her thighs and her knickers. "Mmm, you feel good," I whispered. "I want you, and you want me. Want to fuck on Jez's bed?" 

She didn't answer, so I slid my finger under the edge of her knickers, feeling her pubic hairs and finally her clitoris, which I rubbed quickly, hard, hearing her gasp. I rolled between her legs, reaching up under her skirt and pulling her knickers down, quickly, before she had a chance to change her mind, and then buried my head between her thighs, my tongue lapping furiously at her cunt, wanting her to be wet. She tasted great, just slightly sweet, and it didn't take long before I knew that my saliva wasn't the only source of wetness. I reached down and unzipped my jeans, pulling my hard cock from them and pushing my trousers down to my knees. Pushing her skirt up above her waist, I slid up, kissing her lips once more, and rubbing my cock head on her wet pussy. "No, we can't," she gasped, but I was already sliding inside her tight cunt, and her hands on my arse said that we could. God she felt great. I bent my head and bit gently on her nipple through her shirt and bra, pushing hard into her with my cock. It felt so seedy, a desperate, drunken fuck, almost fully clothed, with my friend's possible girlfriend, whilst he was passed out drunk. Jesus I wanted to come, and soon. 

I think she realised that too. "You can't cum in me, I'm not on the pill," she gasped. Fuck, I really wanted to do that! 

"Well I'm gonna have to cum all over you instead then," I kissed her, and started pulling her shirt up. She struggled free a little, allowing her shirt to ride up over her tits, and then I got the idea that I wanted to cum in her face, so I pulled my cock out of her, and sat up on her stomach, pointing myself at her and slowly wanking, up and down, up and down. I eased up on my thighs, one finger trailing behind my back to rub her clit, wanting her to cum too. She was close as well, her thighs trembling around my hand whilst she never took her eyes off my cock, which was closer and closer to her face now. 

"Oh, god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she gasped, as I intensified the pace of my rubbing, bucking and fighting against it and finally crying out once, twice, "oohhh...!" 

I pushed my cock right against her face, and felt the spunk bubbling in my balls. Up and down, and then the first eruption hit her on the chin. She opened her mouth for the second, and the third was higher up, on her forehead. Even in the darkened room, I found it hugely erotic to see my cum all over her face, her hair. She wiped it away, and I bent down to kiss her, my cock still dripping onto her stomach and, I guess, her clothes. I didn't care, I wanted this to be just a fuck. She was a nice girl, I'm sure, but to me at that moment she was just some slut I wanted to fuck. And it felt great. I moved off her, and stood by the side of the bed in the darkness, doing up the buttons of my jeans. Karen hadn't moved, and I smiled at the fantastically erotic silhouette before me. If I'd been a true gentleman I would have offered to walk her home, but that just didn't feel right after what we'd just done, so I bent over her, kissed her cum covered face, and whispered "see you" before walking casually out the bedroom door. I had a quick glance in at Jez, snoring in the armchair, and left the flat, closing the door quietly behind me.

CHAPTER 2 - THE FOLLOWING DAY

Sunday was usually a lazy day for me when I was staying at my parents. I would be catching the bus back to Bristol around five that evening, so I generally just chilled out with my family, getting over the inevitable Saturday night hangover. I lay in bed until around ten thirty, thinking about the night before. I felt guilty, I guess. I'd not only betrayed my friend, but I'd taken advantage of a drunken girl, perhaps a little forcefully. Sure, she'd enjoyed it too, I was convinced of that, but I thought I'd probably never get the chance to apologise to her, to explain that I'm not usually like that. God knows what Jez would think as well. What had Karen done last night? Gone home? I should have walked her back, made sure she was safe. From who? Me, mainly! I got up and showered. What's done is done, I thought, can't change it now. I ate some breakfast, more cheerful now.

I was surprised, then, when the doorbell went at about midday, and my mum shouted that it was someone for me. I wandered downstairs, and found Karen standing on the doorstep. "Hi," was all I managed to say.

She was dressed in a knee length denim skirt, walking boots, and a light jacket, and had a large dog on the end of a lead. "Hi," she said, smiling. "Jez told me where you live."

"Okay," I replied. "Are you okay? Is he okay?"

She laughed at my confusion. "Both fine," she said. "I stayed at his last night. He's in his bed now, sleeping it off. I went home to take the dog for a walk. Want to come?"

"Er, yeah, okay," I said. "Give me two minutes." I left her on the doorstep and ran upstairs to find some shoes, shouted at my mum that I'd be out for a short while, and came back to find Karen and the dog waiting outside the house. I followed them down the road for a minute or two, walking in a slightly uncomfortable silence. "So, did you tell Jez about last night? I mean, us, last night?" I asked, finally.

"No," she said. "I don't think he'd understand. I told him that you got him home last night, and that I thought that I should stay to make sure he was okay. And that you left your jacket at his and I'd drop it round to you. He was cool with that, I think he just needs some more sleep now. Can't have been comfortable for him on that armchair all night!"

"And are you okay?" I continued. "I mean, about last night...."

She stopped, and looked me in the eyes, trying to read me. "Yeah," she said, carefully. "Its weird, because you treated me like shit, virtually raped me, but yeah. I don't think I've ever cum as hard as that." I raised my eyebrows, stunned into silence. "No, really," she continued, "I just found it so exciting, so dangerous. Why else do you think I'm here?"

We walked on, my mind racing. I hadn't thought it through. "Well, I don't know. I thought maybe you were going to scream at me, that you'd hate me. I was going to apologise if I saw you again."

She laughed. "God, don't apologise! See, I like Jez, like him a lot, he's a really good guy. But I'm not sure he attracts me, not sexually. I think I just get turned on by the danger, I like taking risks. I can't ever imagine Jez making me cum like that, he's just too, I don't know, normal for me."

It was my turn to laugh. "Cool, you had me worried there for a bit! I'm not always like that, though, I don't know what came over me. I guess I was drunk, and there was this gorgeous girl who I'd had a nice kiss with earlier, and, you know. Maybe you're right, taking a risk is a big turn on!" We'd reached a path that I knew led down to a big field, ideal for dog walkers. "Hey, let's go down here," I said, ideas beginning to form in my head.

Karen looked at me again, head slightly to one side, and followed me down the narrow path. It soon led into a large field, trees to two sides and houses backing onto the rest. Karen let the dog off the lead, and it was soon busy sniffing around the trees. "So, how into risks are you?" I turned to Karen.

"Well I don't know really," she smiled. "I only just discovered last night what fun it can be!"

"So how about testing yourself a little bit more?" I moved towards her.

"Ooh," she laughed, "what do you have in mind?"

"Perhaps a little bit of exhibitionism," I grinned, unzipping her jacket. She was wearing a button up shirt underneath it, and without looking at her face I quickly undid them, and pushed the jacket and shirt aside to reveal her bra covered tits. "How does that feel?" I asked. "We're in the middle of a field, lots of houses overlooking us. Might be some more people walking dogs about. What do you think?"

Our eyes met again. She had a kind of faraway glaze to hers, and she didn't speak. I stepped forward again, and grasped her tits, fondling them roughly through her bra. Her nipples were big and erect, and she gasped as I pinched them, her neck bent backwards as she gazed into the sky. I kissed her exposed neck, hard, and, feeling her arm snaked round my back, I knew that she wanted whatever I had in mind for her.

I didn't know what that was myself yet, although my cock had sprung to attention at the thought of some more action. I reached down to her thighs, pulling her skirt up and rubbing between her legs. "Take your knickers off," I ordered, releasing her from my hold. She looked at me, silently reaching under her skirt to wriggle them down, and, stepping out of them, handed them to me with a look that asked what next?

I stuffed her knickers into my pocket, and led her towards a large tree, standing on its own near the edge of the field. She stood with her back to the tree, and I reached forward and pulled her jacket and shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. Kneeling before her, I pushed her skirt up and looked at her pussy, covered in fine dark hair. "I'm going to make you cum, and I don't care who sees us," I whispered, easing a finger between her legs and resting it onto her cunt lips. She groaned, and I slid my finger across her lips, her legs sliding apart as if by magic. She was wet already, god I had touched a nerve with this girl! I didn't wait for any more encouragement, quickly pushing my head between her legs and licking the top of her thighs on my way towards her clitoris, which I could see pointing out at me. Her legs shook as I licked it, gently at first, then more insistently, then sucking on it as first one finger then two eased into her soaking cunt. Her hips thrust forward, and I really thought she was going to collapse onto me, but she held on to the tree behind her and slightly adjusted her feet as I continued to finger fuck her and lick her out.

Her cunt tasted sweet, and her juices ran freely down my chin as I lapped happily at her. Karen began to make a deep growling noise and her hands grasped my head, pulling me into her more. She was close to cumming now, I was sure of it, but I wanted to play a bit more. Leaving my fingers in her, I eased my head back to look at her. "Take your bra off," I ordered. She looked at me, pleading, desperate for me to go back to licking her, but did as she was told and reached behind her to unclip her bra. It fell forward and off, and I got a first true glimpse of her tits. They were small, but nicely shaped, and her nipples were fantastic, big and dark, and very hard. "Touch them for me." I smiled. "If somebody's watching from the houses over there we want to give them a proper show, don't we?"

She smiled back at me, weakly, and ran her hands up her stomach to her tits. I rolled my thumb over her clitoris to encourage her, feeling her knees buckle slightly as I touched her swollen and sensitive button, and watched as she grasped her tits, squeezing the nipples between her fingers. She groaned, eyes closed, and I thought she'd done enough to deserve to cum now. Quickly I pushed my lips back to her cunt, and sucked hard on her engorged clitoris. Her hips thrust forward again as she fucked my face, faster now, and then she was crying out, pulling away from me, gasping, almost weeping with the release.

I leant back to look at her. This time her legs did give way, and she slid to the ground, head bowed as the last traces of her orgasm filtered through her body. I put a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look into her eyes once more. "Baby, baby, what do you think of taking risks now?" She smiled, almost shyly, back at me. I looked around. I couldn't see anyone in the houses, but another dog had just come into the field, so I guessed there would be a person with it soon, but I needed to get off too now. "One more risk," I said, and got to my feet.

With one more glance around, I quickly undid my jeans and pulled my thick cock from my boxer shorts. "Your turn to make me cum," I said, and held my cock in front of her face. "Suck me off, my little risk taker."

She reached out and gripped my cock in her hand, and opened her mouth, tongue flicking out to lick a big drop of pre-cum from the oozing tip. I was past teasing now though, and I ran my hand down the back of her head, encouraging her to take me into her mouth, just a couple of inches. Her tongue licked around the head, and then she pulled her head back, popping my cock out of her mouth. I looked down, my cock glistening with her saliva, and she gripped me in her hand once more. Maybe she didn't like to give blow jobs? Anyway, at least she was going to wank me off, I thought, as she slid her hand up and down the shaft. I groaned as the tempo increased, it wasn't going to take me long to cum. And then she leant forward, licking my balls and up the shaft of my cock, and I felt the spunk rushing from my balls as I was cumming, cumming, cumming. She continued to rub me as my cum splashed onto her face and chest, covering her chin and tits, causing my legs to shake now. Slowly, she decreased the pace, milking the last drop of cum from me, and sticking out her tongue to taste it.


Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 01



"Mmm, that was good, that felt so good," I said. "I'm going to have to come for a walk with you more often."

She stood up in front of me. "There's some more people over there," she whispered. "Quick, give me my clothes!"

My cock had shrunk just enough to push it back into my jeans now, and I looked over my shoulder as I did my trousers up. A middle-aged couple were walking towards the middle of the field with a small black dog, which was running around with Karen's dog. I don't think they'd seen us, but they must have been wondering where the other dog's owners were. Karen had edged behind the tree, having picked up her shirt and jacket, but her bra was still lying discarded on the grass. I picked it up and put it in my pocket along with her knickers, and looked around the tree to where she was trying to button up her shirt. I smiled as I noticed the wet cum stains soak through it, and handed her her jacket. "Come on," I said, "better get the dog back."

We looked at each other, and laughed. "If anyone sees me they're going to know exactly what I've been up to," she said, smiling. I had to agree, her hair was dishevelled, there were grass stains on her knees, and cum stains on her top. I reached forward and wiped some of my cum from her chin, and she put her arm around me as we walked out into the open. "Come here, Sam," she called to the dog, which came bounding over to her. "It's alright boy, we haven't forgotten about you," she said. "It's just that this naughty man has been taking my clothes off and fucking me out in the open where anyone might see!"

I laughed at her as she threw a stick for the dog to chase. "I don't think you're wholly innocent, you know. You didn't seem to mind too much!"

"No," she agreed. "It does turn me on, you know. Well, you turn me on, I guess. I'm not really a slut or anything, I don't usually sleep with guys I've just met. I've only ever had sex with three other men, really. I guess my wild side hasn't been discovered before. So thank you!" She reached over and kissed my cheek.

"Hey, I've got to be getting back," I said. "Perhaps we should do it again sometime, I'd love to explore your wild side a bit more!" She grinned. "I know," I continued. "I'm going to keep your underwear as collateral, you can come and visit me if you want them back!"

She knew I was at university in Bristol, and that I was going back there this evening. "Okay, deal," she said. "Give me your phone number and we'll arrange it. I'll have to ask Jez for a weekend off or something. Don't think I'll tell him what it's for though!"

We walked back towards my house in a silence that was a lot more comfortable than the one we'd walked away from my house in.

CHAPTER 3 - ARRANGEMENTS

I sat in silence on the bus back to Bristol, thinking. Would Karen ring me? How did I feel about this girl? I'd loved the sexual chemistry between us, the almost primal urge to fuck that we seemed to have, but I was old fashioned enough to realise there was more to life than sex, and I didn't know anything about her apart from that I seemed to have turned her into an exhibitionist slut. I smiled at the memory, though, and reached to feel her bra and knickers in my pocket. Somehow I knew she'd call.

She did, on the Tuesday night.

My housemate was out, and I was in my room sketching out an essay when the phone rang. I wandered downstairs, and picked it up. "Er, hello," she said, "is Joe there please?"

I recognised her voice straight away. "Hello Karen," I replied. "I knew you'd call. How are you?"

She laughed. "Good thank you. Although when I got home and looked in the mirror on Sunday I thought perhaps I shouldn't have walked through town."

"Why?" I asked, although I knew the reason.

"Because there was a big drop of cum in my hair and all over my shirt, you bastard!" she said quietly. "You might have told me!"

"Yeah, I know," I said. "But I bet it turned you on when you realised, didn't it? And I bet it turned you on just to pick up the phone and dial my number tonight as well."

"Well, yeah, it did."

She was talking very quietly all of a sudden. "Where are you?" I asked. "Who else is around?"

"My mum and dad are in the next room, so I can't talk too long. Or," she giggled, "too dirty!"

I laughed with her. "But I thought you liked taking risks now? How about if I tell you what I was thinking about on the bus home and see how much you want to touch yourself? I'm getting quite aroused at the thought of you with your hands in your knickers and your parents really close. What about you?"

"Oh, don't," she said, voice wavering slightly. "I want to, I want to, I need to cum. You said I should come and see you to get my underwear back. What about this weekend? I want you to make me cum again!"

I smiled. She was even keener than I'd thought. "Okay," I said, "sounds great, come down. When? Friday night? Saturday? There's a good bus straight to the town centre, I could meet you there if you fancy?"

"Friday night," she said. "I can get off work at five, and catch the bus that gets in at 9.15. Please meet me though, I don't know my way around Bristol."

"Okay, that's cool." A plan was forming in my head. "There's a pub right next door to the bus station, I'll be in there. And another thing..."

"What?" she said, curiously.

"You've got to wear something revealing. And no underwear. Okay? Because if I'm going to make you cum as much as you want I'm going to want to fantasise about you. I'm going to want to think about you wanting to touch yourself, and about other people wanting to touch you. I'm going to love it when you tell me about all the people who stared at you on the bus. And you're going to love it too. Trust me, okay?"

She was breathing heavily down the phone now. I think if I had kept this up I might have got her to cum over the phone, but I didn't want to get my cock out in the hall when my housemate was due back, so I thought I'd cut this off. "See you on Friday night, then. Have a fun few days in the meantime, eh?" I put the phone down. Treat her mean to keep her keen, I thought as I went back to my room to tend to my hard on.

CHAPTER 4 - FRIDAY NIGHT

I was at the bus station before nine on Friday night, and went into the pub to check it out. I hadn't been in there for ages, but it was just as I'd remembered - a truly seedy place, full of old drunks, a slightly menacing atmosphere. Perfect. I slipped outside and watched as buses arrived from various parts of the country.

Karen stepped off the bus at around twenty past nine, and stood still, looking around to get her bearings. I smiled to myself from my hidden vantage point. She'd followed my instructions as far as I could tell, wearing a really short black skirt and what I hoped were stockings, together with a low-cut top in shocking pink, topped off with a black jacket. Her hair was tied back into two schoolgirl ponytails, completing the sluttish look. The bus driver handed her a small rucksack, and she smiled cheekily at him as his eyes lustfully travelled up and down her body. She looked around again, and walked slowly towards the pub entrance as I noted several pairs of eyes following her.

I wondered how long I should wait as Karen pushed the door open and disappeared into the smoky pub. In the end I gave her about three minutes, long enough for her to walk around to see if I was there and think about what she would do when she realised I wasn't. I walked quickly to the entrance to find her.

She was standing at the bar, ordering a drink. I had to admire her - I don't think many women would have stayed in there on their own dressed like that. I glanced around the room, seeing eyes glued to her arse, tightly clad in her black mini skirt, and as she bent slightly forward so that the barman could hear her, I walked over and put my hand firmly on her arse, a finger slipping under the hem of her skirt to tickle the bare skin underneath. She gasped, and turned round, eyes fiery. I took a step back, smiling. "Hello, Karen," I said. "Sorry I'm a bit late. What are you having?"

She looked at me, partly annoyed and partly relieved. "Double vodka," she smiled. "You're paying." The barman brought her drink, and as I reached into my pocket for some cash she quickly picked it up and downed it. She was halfway to the door by the time I'd got my change, and outside by the time I caught up with her.

"Karen, I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean..."

She cut me off. "Its ok, it was just a bit weird, that's all. They must have thought I was a prostitute!"

I had to laugh. "Yeah, you do look kind of slutty. Well done! I'll reward you well later!"

She stopped walking. "You'd better, you bastard," she smiled. "Or otherwise I'll have to go back there and find someone who will!"

I moved closer to her, edging her away from the road and into a shop doorway. "Yeah, you'd probably like that wouldn't you? I bet it turned you on to be stared at by all those dirty old men. I bet if I put my hand up your skirt I'd find you're all wet with anticipation, aren't you?"

She moaned as my hand slid up her legs, to the top of her stockings. Her thighs parted, and I shoved a finger roughly against her bare pussy. She was wet, I was delighted to find, very wet. I worked another finger around to her clitoris, feeling her legs tremble against me. "Joe, no," she said, but her body was giving her away as I finger fucked her in the street. "Oh god, no, yes!" she gasped, squeezing her legs together and trapping my hand as she came, hard, fast.

I eased back away from her, withdrawing my hand, covered in her juices. "I think you needed that," I joked, as she turned away from my gaze. I reached over to hold her. Was she crying? "Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Mmm, yeah, I guess," she said quietly. "I, well, I don't know what came over me, I just, I just, had to cum. If you hadn't turned up I might have been talking to someone in the pub, and that's not like me. I must have been more frustrated than I thought this week."

"Come on," I said. "Hope that helped for a little bit. I have plans for tonight. We're going for a drink with a couple of my friends, and then I'm going to take you home and really ease your frustrations."

She looked at me again with a mixture of disappointment and anguish. "I can't go into another pub dressed like this!" she said. "Especially not to meet your friends! Can't we just go to yours?"

"No," I said, "they're expecting us. And we'll find a nice quiet corner by the pool table, so don't worry. It'll be fine, you'll love it." I hoped she would, anyway, I thought as we walked off up the road.

It was only a few minutes walk to the pub, up a couple of quiet streets, across a park and we were there. "Come on," I said, pausing by the door as she looked at me uncertainly, "come and meet a couple of people, have a few drinks, and then I'll take you home." She smiled weakly at me, and followed me into the pub.

My housemate, Mark, and one of our other friends, Nick, had taken over the pool table in the corner, as they often did on Friday nights. I glanced back as Karen followed me over to them across the pub, which didn't seem to be particularly busy. Mark was taking a shot at pool, and Nick waved a greeting. I introduced Karen, noting that although my friends were being polite they weren't being particularly subtle about their glances. Still, I thought, Karen seemed to like the attention. She'd accepted that I wasn't going to take her home and fuck her straight away, and was making the most of it. I left her with Mark and Nick and went to the bar.

When I got back with the drinks, Karen was sitting on a short stall at the back of the pool table, talking to Nick. I sat down next to her, noticing how erect her nipples were. It was interesting to see how my mates reacted with her, and how she reacted with them. She was shy to start with, and they led the conversation, but gradually she loosened up and Mark and Nick got quieter. Karen, I decided, loved to be the centre of attention, even though she needed either alcohol or dangerous sex to create that buzz. She wasn't great at pool, though - we played a few games and despite trying to let her pot a few balls she couldn't seem to get it at all. Finally I sighed as she missed another easy shot, and stood behind her. "Do you want me to show you?" I asked, sarcastically but laughing.

"Come on then!" she glared at me, daring me. I stood closer behind her, reaching my arms round her and pinning her to the table. Holding my hands over hers, I gripped the pool cue, and bent forward, causing her to bend over the table under me. "Ooh," she squealed, excitedly, "this is more fun than pool!"

I laughed, but carried on with showing her how to line up a shot, aware that she was grinding her arse against my hard cock, and aware that Nick and Mark could see what she was doing. "You need to line it up, like this," I said, shoving my erection firmly into the curve of her arse. "Then you squeeze the thick end and slowly push it forward, like this. And you should be sure of getting it in the hole!" I rolled the white ball slowly forward, nudging a red ball into the pocket. "Your shot again," I said, easing up from Karen. She stayed lying flat against the table, and I couldn't resist reaching down and under her skirt, giving her a quick rub to make sure she was still wet and juicy. She was, and I smiled as I watched my friend's faces, shocked that I was fingering her in public, shocked that she was not only letting me, but enjoying it thoroughly.

"I think I'm bored of this game, though," she said, finally standing up. Looking at me pleadingly, she asked if I could take her home, and I thought she probably deserved to go by now. I quickly gathered our jackets and we left the others in the pub, walking out giggling.

"You are terrible!" she admonished me as I led her towards my house, which was only a couple of minutes walk away.

"Me?" I laughed. "You were the one flashing everyone in the pub, not me! I couldn't help it if I accidentally touched you a couple of times! And hey, it's not as if you seemed to mind..."

"No," she conceded. "God, I'm turning into such a slut, aren't I? Well, what I mean is, you're turning me into such a slut. And I love it!" She turned to me and, standing on tiptoes, kissed me hard on the lips. I couldn't help myself, and reached down to her arse, squeezing it and pulling her skirt up higher, exposing her bare backside to the street. "Mmm," she groaned, "now can we go inside and do that? Its not that I mind, it's just a bit cold!"

I laughed again, and we turned to walk the few extra yards. My student house wasn't much - two decent sized bedrooms upstairs for Mark and me, a small living room and a nice kitchen downstairs, with a bathroom that you had to go through the kitchen to reach. I let us in, and turned to offer Karen a drink.

She was way ahead of me. My slut was standing there, pulling up her skirt at the front to reveal her lack of underwear and the fine brown hairs barely hiding her pussy. "Is this what you wanted to see?" She danced away as I reached to grab her, laughing as I chased her up the stairs. She guessed correctly which bedroom was mine, and threw herself on the bed on her back. I was seconds after her, and fell on top of her, smothering her slightly as we wrestled. My leg pushed in between hers and she groaned as my thigh rubbed her clit.

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to see," I said softly. "But not all - I want to see you naked, totally. Hope you don't mind performing a little striptease for me?"

She wriggled away from me a little. "No, that sounds fun!" she giggled, and I eased away to allow her to free herself. She stood up, and went to close the curtains.

"Ah, no," I stopped her. "I think we should leave those open. I quite like the idea of you wandering around naked in my room, and I'm sure Mark would appreciate it when he gets back from the pub. Come on Karen, perform for me!"

I was really starting to get into this, and despite her pout, I think Karen was too, because she walked slowly away from the window, and when she got to the middle of the room, lifted the back of her skirt so that anyone walking past and looking up would have seen her naked arse. I didn't think many people would be walking past and looking up, but the thought of it was thrilling, and I reached down to adjust my throbbing erection, noticing Karen's smirk as she saw what I was doing.

She slowly raised her hands above her head, stretching her body so that her top rode up just enough to expose her smooth stomach, and then eased her hands down her sides and over her hips. Kicking off her shoes, she spun around, pushing her arse out towards me as if daring me to grab her. Sorely tempted as I was, I resisted the urge, and instead watched as her top slowly rose, exposing her back. Karen turned round to face me, top just covering her nipples, and looked at me questioningly. "Higher, higher!" I smiled and she quickly pulled the garment up and over her head, leaving her top gloriously bare. "Mmm, that is a sight for sore eyes," I grinned, as she danced slowly round the room, facing the window all the time.

Her circle of the room complete, Karen stood at the edge of the bed, and raised one foot to rest on it, which gave me a great view up her skirt. She slowly rolled her stocking down her slender leg, and encouraged me to pull it off her foot, and then swapped legs to repeat the move. My lust was starting to become uncontrollable now I knew she had only the short black skirt on, and I quickly unzipped my jeans and tore them, my socks and t-shirt off, my hard cock very visible through my boxer shorts. Karen moved over to the window again, and stood in front of it, nipples almost pressing against the glass, wiggling her arse towards me. I could take it no longer, I had to fuck her.

I walked over towards her, stopping to pull a condom from my bedside table drawer. Putting one hand on her arse under her skirt, I slid my boxer shorts off with the other, and tore open the condom wrapper. "Right, you've asked for it!" I grinned at her, slipping the condom on and rolling it down over my throbbing cock. Pushing her skirt above her waist, I slid in between her legs and quickly located her wet hole with my fingers, feeling her gasp as I roughly slid them over her clitoris. "Mmm, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you in front of the window," I said softly.

"Oh god, yes, yes," Karen moaned as I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock, rubbing it against her slippery slit and finally easing it into her, an inch at a time. When I was totally inside her, I stood on my toes to emphasise the point, pushing her against the window and eliciting a growl of approval from her. Her cunt felt fantastic, tight and hot, and it was a wonderfully erotic sight to see her before me. I slid a hand round her stomach and down to her clit, feeling my cock inside her as I rubbed. I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, before I did, and I knew I wouldn't last too long the first time so I had to be quick. Her arse shoved against me as my fingers slipped against her soaking pussy, and she shuddered as the first waves of orgasm hit her. "Fuck, fuck," she gasped, and I intensified my rubbing, standing still behind her, twitching my cock and feeling her cunt muscles milk it as the sensation became to much and she was there, cumming, cumming, cumming.

I let her calm down for a few seconds, cock still holding still in her. "Oh yes, oh yes!" she sighed contentedly, craning her neck to almost face me. I slid my cock out and then in just gently, reminding her that there was more to come, and heard her growl again. "Oh that feels good!"

"You bet," I groaned, starting to pump my cock in and out of her, my knees bending slightly as I gripped onto the window sill with one hand and continued trying to rub her clitoris with the other. I gradually increased the pace, thrusting hard against her, my thighs slapping on her arse as I fucked her harder. I was close now, close to cumming, and I told her. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum in you baby, oh yes, right...about...now!" and with a groan I pushed my cock as far into her as I could and let loose a great burst of spunk, trembling with pleasure as her cunt milked me.




Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 01



Slowly I eased away from her, sliding my cock in and out of her a couple more times, making sure the condom was still in place. My hand slid up her front and found her nipple, cold from being pressed onto the window pane, as we both stood a little straighter. "Mmm, that was good, Karen, that was good," I said, easing my shrinking cock from her pussy and turning her to face me. "And there's more to come, I'm sure!"

Her eyes were shining with delight and desire as we kissed. I reached round her, holding her tight to my body, and turned her round, gradually edging her towards my bed and eventually sitting her down on it. I pushed her gently backwards so that she lay flat, and knelt in between her legs, savouring the aroma of her arousal mixed with our sweat. Easing the spent condom off my now only semi-hard penis, I bent and kissed her stomach, feeling her shiver as my lips traced down through her fine pubic hair, teasing the tops of her thighs, before I wriggled the tip of my tongue against her clitoris, exposed and wet. She moaned, half sitting up and trying to pull me closer to her, but I gently pushed her back down - this was going to be done at my pace. My tongue slowly traced around her cunt, tasting her cum, lapping at her hot hole, pushing my nose to her clitoris and then easing my tongue into her.

Karen's breathing was steadily increasing in pace, and the sight of her tits rhythmically rising and falling drew a smile to my lips as my tongue rolled around her clit. I love the taste of a woman's pussy, and love the delight Karen was feeling now. Her breath was now more of a gasp than before, and I could feel her legs trembling around my ears as her orgasm approached. "Oh yes, oh yes," she panted, as I tongued her harder and harder, hand on her stomach to prevent her wriggling too much. And then suddenly she was cumming, my face covered in her wonderful juices and my head squeezed hard between her legs as she pulled her sensitive clit away from my probing tongue, squealing in ecstasy.

I peered up at her. "Was that okay, babe?"

She pulled me up so I lay on top of her, my cock nestling between her thighs, and stretched her head to kiss me. "Oh yes, that was more than okay!" she said, and groaned as my penis, revived by its close proximity to her pussy, twitched against her clitoris. "But no more, not just yet anyway! I have to go to the toilet."

That didn't seem unreasonable to me, and I rolled off her. She sat up, eyeing my erection, and bent over to kiss me again. "Back in a minute," she said, and jumped off the bed. I expected her to grab the gown that was hanging from a hook on the door, and was about to tell her to go naked, but she was learning what I was thinking now, and looked at me, shrugged, and stepped out into the landing. I lay back on the bed, hearing her footsteps as she went downstairs. Looking at my watch, I saw it was 11.25, which meant the pub had to be shut and Mark and Nick would be back at any minute. I smiled to myself, wondering if they'd catch Karen walking through the house naked, and whether she'd mind if they did.

She was back only a couple of minutes later though. Karen walked over to me and threw her leg over mine, straddling my body, and bent to kiss me. At that moment I heard voices outside and a key in the front door. Damn! She sat upright, cocking her head to hear what was going on. "Only the guys," I said. "Just think, if they'd have been a tiny bit earlier they'd have seen your glorious naked body coming out of the toilet!"

She smirked at me. "Yeah, well I guess they would have seen nearly everything in the pub earlier anyway, so what's the difference?"

I laughed. "You don't mind, anyway. It turns you on, I felt how wet you were. I bet you like the thought of them seeing your body. Maybe you should go downstairs again, see what they say?"

I didn't expect her to agree, but she shrugged again. "Okay, I could do with a drink anyway. I'll go and get some water." And she slowly swung her leg off over me, giving me another fantastic view of her pussy, and wriggled her arse at me as she left the room again, leaving the door wide open.

I lay on my back on the bed, amazed, listening to her footsteps on the stairs again. I didn't know whether my housemate and our friend had gone into the lounge or the kitchen, but she wasn't making any effort to be quiet, so I thought they were bound to see her even if they were in the lounge. I heard a cupboard door crash shut, and the tap go on as she filled her glass, and then movement from the lounge.

"Oh, er, hi," I heard Karen say. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come back. I was just, you know, getting a glass of water."

I smiled to myself as I pictured her standing there, holding the glass out to emphasis the innocence of her errand. It was Mark who'd joined her in the kitchen, I heard his voice next. "Er, yeah, sure, help yourself, make yourself at home. As I think you know!" Again I laughed as I imagined his eyes travelling up and down her body.

"Great, thanks Mark," she said. "What are you up to now then?" This was great, she wasn't making any effort to just run back upstairs, she was actually trying to have a conversation with him.

"Er, just a couple more beers and messing about on a video game, I think," he replied.

"Oh cool," she said, "let me see what you're playing."

"Er, yeah, I think it's a racing game," Mark said, as I shook my head in disbelief at her new attitude. I heard them cross the hall at the bottom of the stairs and enter the lounge, and wondered what sort of look Nick would have on his face when he saw Karen's state of undress. The conversation was muffled, though, and I strained to hear what was happening, to no avail. I thought about wandering downstairs too, but my cock was throbbing hard again and I wasn't sure my friends wanted to see that!

I didn't have too long to wait, though, as Karen's voice came back into focus as she left the lounge. "Well have a good night, guys, see you." She walked quickly up the stairs back into the bedroom and straight over to the bed. "That," she said, "was fucking amazing, such a turn on!" And before I could even get a word in, she stepped over me, straddling me, and eased herself down so my cock was rubbing on her wet pussy lips. "God I need you inside me again!"

"Yeah, that'd be so good," I replied, holding her hips as she gyrated on top of me. "I'd better get a condom."

"No," she said, and before I could say anything else, she slid her hand between us, lifted her hips just slightly, and slid my cock into her willing cunt hole, coming back down on it with a sigh of pleasure. "Just don't cum in me."

I wasn't going to argue, her cunt felt fantastic. She was riding me hard now, and fingering her clit at the same time, wanting to get off, and quickly. Noisily too, I thought, maybe she wanted the guys downstairs to hear, her moans were definitely louder than I'd heard before. And her words, too. "Fuck, yes, fuck, that's so good, I love your cock in me," she called out, sinking down on me hard, with a great groan, as her fingers worked hard on her clit and she came, falling forward, her hair brushing my chest, cunt muscles squeezing me hard.

"I'm so close too," I warned her, and she quickly slid off me, her hand moving from her own pleasure to mine, gripping my cock firmly and rubbing up and down.

"Cum on me, Joe," she said, "cum on my tits."

She wriggled round to lie next to me, and I rolled over, my turn to straddle her now. She kept her grip on my cock, and rubbed it over her fantastically hard nipples, smearing them with juices from her cunt and my precum. I looked into her eyes, ablaze with passion, and threw my head back with a great groan as the spunk bubbled in my balls and I unleashed a torrent over her chest, one spurt, two, three, four. Karen looked up, pleased with herself, licking at a globule of cum that had fallen on her cheek, as I slumped a little.

"Oh yeah, that felt good," she smiled. "Bet you wish you'd got all my clothes off that first night now, don't you?" The memory of me straddling her almost fully clothed and cumming in her face the first night we'd met brought a smile to my lips again.

"Yeah," I said. "I wish I hadn't just left you there after, as well. Hope you're not going to just walk off after tonight, because I'm sure we can have plenty more fun tomorrow!"

I was tired now, and so was she. I got up, turned the light off and drew the curtains - no more exposure tonight. Karen slid under the covers, and I cuddled up to her back, sliding my hand down over her cum covered tits to rest comfortably on her hip as we dozed off. This was already a great fucking weekend, and it was only Friday night! 



Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 02



CHAPTER 5 - SATURDAY MORNING

I woke up on Saturday morning still half in a dream. I was naked, my cock nestling against the arse of a sexy naked girl, my hand on her hip. She'd discovered a hitherto unexplored exhibitionist streak since we met, and I was having a great deal of fun encouraging her to play it out, fucking her outdoors, getting her to wear revealing clothes and no underwear, showing her body off and touching her in public, and ensuring she walked around my house naked, talking to my friends. As I woke up a little more, it dawned on me that it wasn't just a dream, and my cock throbbed in anticipation as I ran my hand down Karen's side.

So what should I plan for my exhibitionist slut today, I thought, opening my eyes wide for the first time and realising that the sun was streaming in through the thin curtains. That made me smile for a start - it would be much easier to get her into revealing outfits if it was warm and dry. I made up my mind that we should go out and explore the city a bit, do some of the things that a new couple should be doing together, although I had to admit I'd seen Karen as more of a fuck toy than a girlfriend. Perhaps we could combine doing some of the things a couple would do with some of the things fuck buddies would do, I thought, smiling.

I certainly knew what I wanted first, though. Without waking Karen, I reached over to my bedside drawer and pulled out a condom from the packet. Tearing it open, I slid it on over my throbbing cock, and leant over to kiss Karen's shoulder. She didn't respond, and her heavy breathing told me she was still sleeping. Well I was going to wake her up in the best possible way! I ran my hand gently down her arm, enjoying the touch of her warm skin. Easing my way down the bed, I gently turned her onto her back, stopping still when I heard her breathing change, but continuing when it settled into a rhythm again. I ran my fingertips lightly over her stomach, making sure she was still warm and covered by the duvet, and bent to kiss her just below her belly button. She stirred, just slightly, but that was okay, I wanted her to wake up eventually. I edged further down the bed.

My fingertip traces were now around Karen's hips, and getting lower. Her thighs were next, and I almost felt her tingle as my hand moved from the outer to the inner leg. She shifted her knee a fraction, allowing me more access, and I grazed my fingers over her thin pubic hair before brushing my lips across it. Her legs were further apart now, they'd moved almost imperceptibly, and I took advantage by sliding my knee in between her ankles, kneeling up enough so that by bending my neck I could kiss her stomach again. She murmured in appreciation as, for the first time, I kissed and stroked her together, lips on her stomach, fingers on her legs.

I wanted to change those around, though, and slid my body a little further down, running my fingertips up her legs and across her pussy lips to her stomach, whilst my mouth made the reverse journey, slowly, slowly. I ended up kneeling between her legs, gently nuzzling her thighs further apart whilst resting a reassuring hand on her stomach. She groaned a little louder now, and I thought perhaps I'd better move a little quicker. My cock was throbbing impatiently, after all.

I gently ran my tongue up her inner thigh, until my nose was touching her clitoris. Her pussy felt hot with my breath, and I slowly stuck my tongue out, touching her hole. She must have been awake by now, but her groan was quiet, not breaking the spell, and I gently continued to probe her cunt and clitoris with my tongue. She tasted sweet, her juices starting to really flow and mix with my saliva as my tongue grew bolder, and licked her harder. I could feel her stomach muscles clenching under my touch, and knew for sure she was awake when her hand weakly gripped mine, and she let out a low moan of pleasure. I reached down and gripped my cock, making sure the condom was still firmly in place, and started to work harder on her clit with my mouth, feeling her legs start to tremble as her wake-up orgasm neared, and finally having to hold her down as she bucked and thrashed, covering my face with her delicious cum, gasping for her breath.

I looked up at her from between her legs, grinning. "Morning," I said, sliding up on top of her and reaching down to rub the tip of my cock on her sensitive cunt lips.

"No, no more, not yet," she said, trying to get her breath.

"Yes, more," I insisted, easing my hardness into her tight hole and hearing her pleasurable moan as my reward. "I'm gonna fuck you till you cum again, and I think you're going to like it!" I thrust myself into her the whole way, and she almost growled. Bending forward, I kissed her nipple, softly at first and then taking it into my mouth and roughly sucking it, her hands on my head telling me she was fine with what I was doing. I snaked a finger between our writhing bodies, down to her clitoris, and started a firm circular motion around it, flicking the hard little button back and forth. It wasn't going to take her long to cum again, I thought, and I wasn't wrong, her body thrashing wildly underneath me as she shuddered all over, legs squeezing around my arse, arms wildly slapping on my sides. I groaned, thrust as deep as I could into her, and allowed my balls to explode, releasing what felt like a huge amount of spunk into the condom.

Karen looked at me in alarm. I smiled inside - she didn't know I'd put a condom on. Wondering briefly to myself when her period was due, whether she was safe anyway, I looked at her as I pulled my throbbing cock from her. "It's ok, precautions taken," I said, peeling the condom off and holding it up to show her. She smiled, as I threw the crumpled condom on the floor and slid down the bed again.

"No, really, no more this time," she said. "That's a hell of a way to wake up, but I really need to go to the loo!"

I laughed, and slid up on top of her again, cock brushing the top of her thighs, which were closer together now. "Okay," I said. "Don't want to make you wet yourself!" I rolled away from her and allowed her to slip out from under the covers, make her way across the room and trot downstairs. She hadn't even thought about putting any clothing on this time.

Karen was back in a couple of minutes, smiling again. "So what's the plan for today then?" she asked, her naked body gently caressing mine. "Sounds like we have the house to ourselves!"

That was probably true, it was around ten o'clock, and Mark, my housemate, would be out by now, probably up at the university studying. Staying in bed with Karen all day was a pretty appealing thought, but then so was going out and getting her to show off her body. I plumped for the latter. "It looks like a nice day," I said, "so I think we should go and see some of the sights of Bristol. And I'm hoping you're going to be one of them! Fancy showing off again today?"

"Ooh, you are awful," she smiled. "But that sounds like fun. I think I may have just the dress! But first, I need a shower. And I'm sure you don't want me walking round the house with any clothes on, but can I at least borrow a towel?"

I had to laugh. "Of course," I said, and jumped up out of bed. Grabbing a towel I threw it over to her, and added, as she caught it, "but I'm first in the queue - come and join me if you want!" I walked out the room before she could react, and went downstairs to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and went to the loo whilst it warmed up, and then eased myself under the hot spray. My student house wasn't in great shape, but it did have a great shower, a big cubicle, plenty of power. I'd never fucked anyone in it, but I'd often thought about it. Was Karen about to come and share with me?

She was. I'd just finished washing my hair and soaping my body when I saw the bathroom door open and Karen come into the room. She tossed her towel onto the loo seat, and opened the cubicle door. "Hello," she said, "room for one more?"

"I think so," I smiled. "You might have to squeeze up close to me though."

"Well I guess I can live with that," she smiled, her arms snaking around my neck as she pulled our bodies closer and kissed my lips. "Mmm, that's nice," she added, as I turned her so that her back was under the warm shower spray. I rubbed her back gently as she threw her head back and got her hair wet, and then allowed her to fall backwards just enough that I could bend and lick her nipple, which was taut and erect, water rolling down her chest. She groaned gently. "I thought you were going to let me have a shower!"

"Well yes," I said, "I was. But then I thought that I'd only want to get you all hot and sweaty again the minute you were out the shower, so really I'm just saving you the bother of washing again!"

"Mmm, very considerate of you," Karen laughed. "Now pass me that shampoo!"

I laughed, and did as she asked, before dropping to my knees in front of her. Pushing her gently backwards, until she was under the spray, I ran my hands down her front, over her hips and down her legs, and bent forward to kiss her stomach, just above the fine line of fair pubic hairs. Karen was trying her best to ignore me, and was massaging shampoo into her hair, but I was confident she wouldn't be able to for much longer. I slid my hand between her legs, edging them apart slightly, and kissed her a little lower down. Sliding my fingers up and my mouth down so that they met on her clitoris, I licked, hard and suddenly. She groaned, and instantly her legs were further apart, allowing me to bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking with relish as her juices joined with the water flowing from the shower. God she tasted good! I chanced a glance up, and saw that her eyes were closed, the shower spray washing shampoo suds across her chest, which was thrust forward as she leant against the wall of the cubicle. Her knees were slightly bent, pushing her pussy forward. I couldn't think of a more erotic pose, she looked so sexually charged. I smiled to myself as I went back to sucking her clit.

It wasn't long before I felt her legs shaking around my head, and her hands on my wet hair pulling me as close to her cunt as I could go and still breathe. "Yes, yes," she was gasping, and suddenly she was cumming, cumming, and then collapsing besides me, the shower beating down on us. "Oh jesus, that felt amazing!" she said as she fell against me.

I laughed. "And there's more where that came from!" I said, kissing her. I was just in the process of trying to get her to stand up so I could fuck her when the doorbell rang. "Shit, I bet that's the landlord," I said. "He usually calls round on Saturday mornings to collect the rent. He'll let himself in if I don't answer."

Karen laughed too. "Well you'd better go and see him then," she said, wriggling free from my grasp. "And I'd better stay here and finish my shower!"

Grumbling, I slid out of the cubicle and grabbed the towel, rubbing most of the water off quickly and wrapping it around me as the doorbell sounded a second time. "Hi, Gianni," I said, opening the door. "Sorry, I was just in the shower, come on in."

"Ah, no, I'm sorry," said Gianni. "I was just coming to collect the rent, if it's a bad time?..."

"No, no, just let me run upstairs to write you a cheque," I said. He smiled, and sat down in the kitchen as I jumped upstairs, my erection subsiding under the towel. I quickly threw on an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt and found my chequebook, and was just writing out the cheque when I heard voices from downstairs. I walked to my door, and listened carefully.

It was Gianni's voice first. "No, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't realise..."

"No worries," Karen's voice came back. I had a sudden thought - I'd grabbed the only towel when I'd gone out to open the door. Was she standing there talking to him naked? "I'm Karen," she continued. "I'm, er, a friend of Joe's. Pleased to meet you." 

"Er, yes, you too," he replied, and I had a mental image of him shaking her hand and not knowing whether he should be staring or not. He's a nice guy, as landlords go, but he's in his forties, married, kids - I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking! I stepped back onto the stairs, debating to myself who I was rescuing by my return.

"Hi, Gianni, sorry about that, here's the cheque. Mark's is on the table," I said, noticing at once that Karen was, of course, totally, gloriously, bare. I didn't comment – I wanted my landlord to think it was normal to have a naked girl wandering around the kitchen on a Saturday morning. He took the cheque from me, and I smiled inwardly as I noticed his eyes drifting back to Karen's body. She was leaning back against the fridge, which pushed both her chest and groin forward provocatively. Who wouldn't have looked?

Gianni signed both Mark's and my rent book, glancing at me awkwardly. "Great, er, thanks," he stammered. "I'll see you next week, then." He couldn't get out of the door fast enough, leaving Karen laughing hysterically as he went.

"God, that was great!" she exclaimed. "The look on his face when I came out of the bathroom!"

"You are terrible," I said, laughing. "You could have given the poor guy a heart attack. You are so naughty. And naughty girls deserve to be spanked!" I skipped over to her, laughing, and kicked a chair out from under the table to sit on. Grabbing her, I pulled her down over my lap, and gave her bare arse a short, sharp slap, not hard but enough to tingle.

"Ooh," she mock screamed, "I have been naughty, haven't I?"

"Yes," I said, slapping her again, feeling my cock harden and remembering that I hadn't had time to fuck her in the shower. "And I'll have to punish you. But I will kiss you better later." I slipped my hand between her legs. The wetness definitely wasn't just because she hadn't dried off from the shower. She gasped as my finger wriggled on her clitoris. "I think you like this sort of punishment, don't you?" I whispered in her ear.

I pulled her upright again, and edged her over to the sink, where she stood looking out of the window. I held myself against her back, hands reaching round to caress her tits, loving the feel of her hard nipples. Quickly, I pushed my shorts down and kicked them off, rubbing my cock on her arse until she pushed back to allow it between her legs. I thrust forward lustfully, and suddenly, gloriously, I slid inside her wet cunt. We both groaned - I think she'd been looking forward to a fucking in the shower as much as I'd been. This wasn't going to take long for me, I could tell, and I reached round to rub her clitoris, pushing her forward so she was bending over the sink, her tits almost in the washing up bowl. My thighs slapped on her arse as I thrust back and forward, trying to retain a rhythm, but suddenly she was cumming, my hand now as wet as my cock with her juices, and I was cumming too, pulling out just in time and squirting my spunk on her arse and back, collapsing away from her back onto the chair, both of us breathing heavily.

She reached behind her, rubbing my cum into her skin, and turned around to look at me. "Well if that was my punishment, I'm going to be naughty all the time," she laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I'm going to have to get back in the shower now, you've got me all sticky!"

I laughed. "Sorry about that, I didn't have much choice."

She smirked, and bent over to kiss me. "Do me a favour and get me another towel?" she asked, as she slipped into the bathroom again.

I sat on the chair, and took a deep breath. Finally, I picked my shorts up from the floor and slipped them on again, went upstairs, grabbed another towel from the cupboard and brought it down. Karen was just getting out of the shower, and I threw the towel to her before going back to the kitchen and putting the kettle on and making some toast. Dry, with the towel wrapped around her, Karen sat down at the table with me for some breakfast.

We talked about what we were going to do for the day, and decided in the end on a gentle sightseeing walk through town up to one of the big parks. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to clear up the kitchen whilst Karen dried her hair, and was just finished when I heard her come downstairs. "How do I look?" she asked, performing a quick pirouette.

She looked fantastic. She was wearing a knee length dress, bright orange with occasional small white flowers dotted over it, and some trainers. And nothing else. The firm shape of her tits was clearly visible through the thin material of the dress, and you could make out the dark circles around her nipples. I suppose she could have been wearing knickers, but I somehow knew she wasn't. "You look great," I told her. "There might be a change of plan - I'm going to have to ravish you again!"

"Uh uh," she smiled. "You're taking me out to see the sights. And besides, this needs a rest!" And she lifted up the front of the dress to prove that she really wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

I groaned. "God you are such a tease! But I think we should have a fun day. Come on then." We strolled out into the sunshine, and made our way towards the town centre.

CHAPTER 6 - SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Karen probably wasn't the best looking girl I've ever been out with, but I'd certainly never seen as many admiring glances directed at someone as I did as we walked slowly through the town. I couldn't help but laugh - men on their own stared hard, men with their wives or girlfriends stared and then quickly glanced away, women with a guy mostly looked scornful, and women on their own were a mixed bunch, a few looking disgusted and a few making no secret of their admiration for Karen's daring outfit. I love people watching, and watching people watch us was even better!

I'd decided that we should go through the shopping centre, which is the least interesting bit of Bristol, towards the docks and cathedral, and then walk up the hill to the smartest part of town, where there was a huge park we could have some lunch in. Karen was clearly enjoying the attention, smiling when she was wolf-whistled, holding my hand sometimes, very aware that her nipples were clearly visible, erect as they were. We stopped on the green outside the cathedral, and she stood on her toes and put her arms round my neck, pulling herself towards me to give me a long, lingering kiss. "Are you having fun?" I asked, smiling.

"Mmm, yeah," she grinned. "I think I've made some people's day. And of course, it makes me unbelievably turned on."

"Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrows. "So is that anything I can help you with?"

"Maybe," she replied. "Are you going to lay me down and fuck me right here?"

"Ooh, I wish," I groaned. "But if we get arrested I won't be able to fuck you later, and I intend to do that lots later. So maybe we should put off instant gratification for a while. But I do happen to know a quiet park a few minutes walk away...."

She laughed. "I know, you told me, but it sounds like more than a few minutes walk. Maybe we should get a bus?"

It was at least half an hour walk, mostly uphill, but I'd thought it would give me enough time for my cock to recover from the morning's activities. Judging by the pressure in my jeans, though, it was already fully recovered. I led Karen to the bus stop, from where it was only a ten minute trip.

She sat by the window, gazing out as the bus slowly made its way up the hill. I leant over her shoulder. "So just how turned on are you?" I whispered, sliding my hand under her arse cheek. I saw her bite her bottom lip gently in the reflection from the window, and she shifted position enough that her arse lifted from the bus seat. I quickly pushed my hand under her dress, and she sat back down on it, just allowing me enough room to wriggle my finger against what I soon found out was a very wet pussy. Her thighs squeezed against my hand as my finger slid into her cunt, just up to the second knuckle. "Mmm," I nuzzled her neck, "you weren't joking, were you? I'm almost tempted to stay on the bus and make you cum, but we should get out here." She looked almost disappointed for a second, but allowed me to remove my hand. I stood up, and made my way to the door, Karen following, and we got off the bus.




Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 02



"You are such a tease," she scolded as we crossed the path and walked across the open expanse of green field.

"I know, but I'm only getting my own back," I laughed. "And I didn't hear you complaining! Come on, we have to walk over this bit to those trees, and then there's plenty of secluded areas where we can stop teasing each other." We hurried on.

The trouble with it being such a nice day, though, was that there were a lot more people about than normal, and there were a lot less secluded areas. We walked for several minutes through the trees, but it was just too busy, even for two people who were feeling daring, to get naked. I was beginning to think that I should just take her home when I realised that we'd been walking almost by accident towards the Clifton Suspension Bridge, a fantastic bit of engineering across the Avon gorge. It was always busy with sightseers, as there were great views over the city from the bridge, but my mind was working out a way around that. I steered Karen slightly to the right, telling her where we were going.

As I'd thought, there were plenty of people about, but as ever when I was there I was thrilled by the sights. Karen, who'd never been there before, thought it was pretty cool as well, and we walked to the far end of the bridge, where there was a stone seat built into the supports, from where we could look straight down about one hundred metres to the muddy river bed, and across to the city. She stood on the seat, peering gingerly over the edge, and I squeezed behind her. For once, I wasn't interested in the view. The stone walls of the bridge were high enough that only the most inquisitive passers by would see that my right hand had slid up Karen's dress once more. My erection pressed into the small of her back as my fingers found her wet hole again, and my left hand managed to raise the front of her dress so that her bare stomach would be pressed against the cold stone. She gasped as I pinched her nipple and rubbed her slippery clitoris. "So what do you think of the view?" I asked in my most conversational voice.

"I don't care," she said. "Just keep doing that and make me cum!"

It was what I wanted to do all along, and I redoubled my efforts, sometimes dipping my fingertip into her dripping cunt but mainly concentrating on holding her body still against the stone and flicking my fingertips against her clit. It got more difficult as her arse started thrusting against my hard cock because all I could think about was unzipping myself and sliding into her, but I didn't think we'd get away with that. I was just about aware that there were several people pretty close to us, but I was confident that as far as they were concerned I was just holding her tightly to me. I hoped she didn't shout too loudly when she came, though, and I knew that moment was nearly here. She was gasping under her breath, trying to feel as much of me as possible on her clit, my hand soaking under her dress, and then her lips pursed and she made what was almost a whistling sound, holding her body rigid as the wave of orgasm hit her, before letting out a long sigh and relaxing, letting my hand slip from underneath her.

I brought it up to her face and lent over her shoulder, inhaling deeply. "God I just love the smell of a girls cum on my fingers," I said quietly, "and I don't think there's ever been more cum on them."

Karen was still trying to get her breath back. "No," she whispered, "I don't think I've ever cum so hard. I wasn't noisy, was I?"

I looked around, but nobody seemed too interested in us. "Don't think so," I said. "But do you want to go back home, where you can be as noisy as you like? I'm not sure we'd get away with much more up here!"

She laughed at me. "Aahh, are you feeling left out? Well I'm sure I can do something about that!" We both jumped off the bench, and walked slowly back across the bridge.

Halfway across the park, Karen said that she was hungry, and we decided to find somewhere for a quick bite to eat. She spotted a burger bar, and we headed over to order. Karen went to the toilet and I sat waiting for her, before we tucked in. She finished first, and leant over the table, whispering to me. "So, I was wondering if you needed to go to the toilet before we left?"

I quickly worked out what she meant. "Yes, but maybe I'll need you to show me where it is." We both put our drinks down, and with a quick look over her shoulder, she led the way down the stairs, with me closely following. The restaurant wasn't particularly busy, and there didn't seem to be anyone else near the toilets, so Karen took my hand and marched me into the ladies room. I dived into a cubicle, and she followed, closing and locking the door and standing there giggling as I turned to face her. Slowly now, she reached behind her and undid the zip of her dress, allowing the straps to fall from her shoulders and the dress to inch down, exposing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She stepped out of it, naked apart from her shoes, and hung the dress on the hook. "Now," she said, "about your feeling left out earlier..."

She stepped towards me, running her hand across the bulge in my jeans. "Take them off," she whispered. I kicked off my shoes, and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them and my boxer shorts down and stepping out of them. Karen tugged my t-shirt up and over my head as I stood up, and, both naked now, we embraced, running our hands over each others backs, kissing. Karen pushed me gently backwards, until I had to sit down on the toilet seat, and she stood in front of me. I leant forward, taking one of her delicious nipples between my lips, and sliding my hand between her legs, but she backed slightly away, and bent over in front of me, gripping my cock in her hand before kissing my lips once more. "I wasn't the one left out before," she said quietly, and suddenly squatted down in front of me, a wicked grin on her lips. Giving my stiff cock a quick rub, she eased her lips over the head, making me groan with pleasure, before she eased off again. My hands found the back of her head, encouraging her to suck me - she'd never done it to me before and I wondered if this was to be the first blow job she'd given. She licked along the length of my cock, and around the head, leaving me now wondering whether I'd died and gone to heaven, and then finally opened her mouth to take the first couple of inches in. The hot sensation on my sensitive cock was fantastic, and I squirmed on the seat in delight, subconsciously pushing my cock up further into her mouth. We made brief eye contact as she looked up, I think she was checking I was enjoying this, and when she'd confirmed to herself that she wasn't doing anything wrong, she continued sucking. Gradually she got braver, taking more of me into her mouth each time she moved her head forward, encouraged by my gentle groans of pleasure.

I needed to cum, and soon. I bent forward, and whispered, "you're gonna make me cum in a second," wondering if she'd try and swallow it, and at that moment we heard the toilet door open and what sounded like two people come in.

Karen took her mouth off my cock, and looked up at me, wondering whether to continue. I was almost at the point of no return, though, and a couple of girls chatting outside wasn't going to stop me now, so I quickly pushed her head down again, over my cock head, and held her head as I encouraged her to carry on. She gagged slightly, but I didn't care, I was cumming, hard, thick ropes of spunk blasting into her mouth. She must have swallowed the first spurt, and then she backed away, the second spurt hitting her on the chin and the third on her chest. She never once let go of my cock with her hand, despite almost slipping and banging the side of the cubicle.

"Are you okay?" I heard one of the girls outside ask, hearing the noise.

Karen was half squatting, half kneeling on the floor, covered in cum. "Yeah, I'm great thanks," she called, smirking at me as I sat back on the toilet seat, my cock leaking cum as it shrank a little.

"Cool." We heard the sound of the two girls leave the toilets, and Karen struggled upright. I pulled her up so that she sat astride me, and kissed her.

"That," I said, "felt fantastic. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you exactly when I was gonna cum, but I think those two might have broken the door down!"

She laughed. "It's okay. I just didn't really know what to expect, I've never done that before."

"Really? Well you're a natural! But hey, it can never hurt to practise more, right?"

She punched me gently on the arm, and slid off my lap. "Better get dressed, I suppose," she said and picked the dress up. She wiped some of my cum off her chest, and slipped the dress on again. "Do me up?"

I stood, and zipped the dress up as she turned with her back to me. I quickly slipped on my boxers and jeans, and was putting my shoes on when she unlocked the door and left the cubicle. I grabbed my t-shirt and ran out of the toilets, glancing to where she was washing her face, and went to the men's toilet next door. We met again outside the restaurant, grinning. She cleaned her face and neck, but there was a small cum stain on her dress. Ah well, I thought, something to remind her of her first blow job! "So are you going to take me for a drink?" Karen asked.

We went to a pub on the other side of the park, and sat in the garden enjoying the afternoon sunshine. I asked Karen if she was enjoying her weekend away. "Well yes, of course," she smiled. "I've never had so much sex, its great. And to think I'm supposed to be ill!"

"Ill?" I enquired.

"Yep, I usually work on weekends, I called in sick yesterday," she laughed. "Well, I couldn't really tell Jez where I was going, could I?"

"So is he your boss at work then?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Do you think he'd be jealous if he knew what we'd been up to?"

I thought about it. "Probably, yeah," I said. "I mean, before you turned up the night we met he was going on about how much he liked you."

"So do you feel bad, then? Stealing your friend's girl?"

"Well a little bit, I guess," I replied. "It's not really the done thing, is it? But I suppose we both got a bit drunk and carried away, and he was unconscious as I recall. And it didn't really look like you fancied him either."

"He's a really nice guy," she smiled. "And the reason I went to the club that night was so that he could ask me out, I thought he'd been building up to it for ages. And I'd have said yes if he had."

That surprised me a bit. I'd thought that anything between them was just in his head, and she wasn't interested. "So why did you go for me?" I asked.

She laughed. "Well the alcohol obviously had something to do with it! But I suppose it was the danger, the unknown. I mean, I really like Jez, he's a great guy, really, but he's, I don't know, just a really straight guy. I couldn't ever see me and him having a weekend like this, if you know what I mean. I can't imagine him making me cum as much as you do!"

"So are you going to say anything to him next week?" I asked.

"I don't know," she glanced at me ruefully. "I mean, I don't think I'm going to be down here all the time, am I? I've got work, you've got college. And besides, I don't think you're here for anything more than the sex, are you?"

That laid it on the line for me! "Well you're a great girl..." I began, not really sure where my sentence was going.

She cut me off. "Its okay, I think you're great too, but I don't love you any more than you don't love me! I don't think we're ever going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, do you?"

I shrugged. It was usually me saying this sort of thing! "Well probably not, I guess." I laughed, turning the attention back to her. "So, if I'm just your fuck buddy, do you think Jez is boyfriend material?"

"Maybe," she said. "Perhaps I need to find out when I get back. So what can you tell me about him then?"

"Well, like you say, he's a nice guy. We used to go to school together. He's pretty shy, I guess, which is probably why he hasn't asked you out already. But then you know all that anyway."

"Does he have any skeletons in the closet though? Old girlfriends?"

"He used to go out with a girl called Melanie," I remembered. "She was a friend of the girl I was seeing at college, we used to hang around together. Don't know when that all finished though."

"That's terrible!" she laughed. "You're supposed to be friends, but you don't know everything about his girlfriends? What do guys talk about when they got out for a drink with each other?" I shrugged, and she continued. "So at least I know he's not totally alien to the concept of a woman! I was beginning to wonder!"

Jez and I had, in truth, been educated sexually by Melanie and her friend Paula. We were both shy virgins when we met them, but soon blossomed, and quite regularly told each other of our exploits, which included having sex in the same room as the other couple on a few occasions. Once he'd got over his initial shyness, I thought Jez could probably give her just as good a time as I could, and I told her so. "But you'll never know if you don't try!" I concluded.

"Perhaps I'll just have to ask him then," she said, looking thoughtful. "But in the meantime, it's your round, I think!"

CHAPTER 7 - SATURDAY EVENING

We had a couple more drinks, and then decided to head back to my house. Whether it was lots of fresh air and alcohol, or just lots of sex, it seemed we were both tired when we got there, and I suggested we crash out and watch one of Mark's extensive collection of movies, which Karen seemed happy to do. I sat on the sofa, and she curled up next to me. We watched 'Pulp Fiction', one of my favourite movies, and one which Karen said she was a big fan of as well. To be honest, neither of us were particularly concentrating on it - I was thinking over the days fun and wondering whether the mood had changed, and Karen seemed a bit withdrawn. But she perked up a bit when the film ended - perhaps she was just a bit weary - and jumped up to have a look through Mark's box of videos.

"Ha!" she laughed, and turned to face me clutching a tape. "What's this?" I knew straight away, just by the glint in her eye, that she'd stumbled across one of our porn tapes. Mark had half a dozen, which we'd occasionally watched bits of together. They weren't great quality, but were entertaining once in a while. This one looked to be called simply 'Porn 2', my flatmate clearly not having much inspiration when he was naming it! "Let's watch it!" Karen said, bending over to swap the tapes around.

It started with a couple of guys in a smart garden, doing some sort of manual labour. Then it cut to a big car driving towards the house, and a clearly rich lady getting out of the car. And as if no further explanation was needed, the next shot was of all three of them disrobing in the garden, and quickly getting down to the business of fucking. "Ooh, this is great," Karen said excitedly. "I've never seen a porn film before!"

"I don't think there's much of a story to follow," I laughed.

"No, but I can't believe you've kept this tape because the story is good," she came back with. "So, do you watch these often?" I smiled, and she shifted towards me on the sofa. "And do you wish I had tits as big as hers?"

"Your tits are fantastic," I said, admiring them as she knelt on all fours across me, swinging her hips and shoulders to allow me to see them swaying slightly through her thin dress. I reached out to cup one in my hand, massaging it gently as we watched the woman on the screen start sucking one of the guy's cocks.

"Do you wish my cock was as big as his?" I smiled.

"Well I think yours is just perfect," she said, stroking my groin through my jeans, and feeling the object of her affection growing bigger. "I wonder if her technique is better than mine?" She stopped stroking me, and concentrated on the film, where the woman was kneeling down, sucking off one of the guys whilst the other lay head up between her legs, licking her shaven pussy. "And I definitely haven't seen anyone shaved down there!" she said, surprised.

I laughed. "You're quite getting into this, I reckon."

"Maybe," she said, "always good to see new things, I'm sure you said that the other day!"

We laughed together, the sexual tension completely back between us. Then the front door opened, and Mark was back. Instinctively she moved back away from me.

"Oh, hi," called Mark, "how's it going?"

"Good cheers," I replied. "What about you?"

Mark wandered from the hallway into the room. "Yeah, alright," he said. "What are you doing home on a Saturday night? Oh, yeah, right, I see! Sorry to interrupt!"

Karen had regained her composure. "You're not interrupting," she said. "Come on in and enjoy the film!" I looked at her, surprised. On the screen the guy who was licking the woman out had changed position and was sliding his cock into her from behind. Mark stood uncertainly in the doorway, before I made up his mind for him by nodding slightly, telling him it was okay. He walked in and sat down on the armchair, positioned opposite the sofa.

"So what do you think, guys? Good film?" Karen asked, sitting back in the corner of the sofa, one leg stretched out and resting on my lap, the other on the floor. Her dress had ridden up slightly, and I was pretty sure that if Mark looked closely he'd be getting a good view of her pussy.

"Well it's entertaining in its own charming way," Mark said, slightly nervously, as we watched the guy on the screen take his big cock out of the woman's cunt and rub it lustfully over her puckered anus.

"Ooh," Karen shivered slightly, leaning forward as she watched him ease his cock into her tight hole. "I've never seen that before!" Her hand slid between her legs, and she pushed her dress higher. "So does it turn you on, watching?" she asked.

I wasn't sure whether she meant watching the film or watching her, but I answered for both possible questions. "Yes!" I had to adjust my erection, very aware that there were two guys and one girl in the room, watching two guys and one girl on the screen. How far was Karen going to take this? Mark nodded too, and I saw him shift in his seat to sort out his own swelling. He couldn't make up his mind where to look, perhaps thinking that he shouldn't be staring at Karen, but she made it easier for him.

"Getting a bit hot in here, don't you think?" she said rhetorically, and reached behind her to unzip her dress. The straps fell off her shoulders, and she pulled the top of the dress forward to reveal her breasts, before standing up, wiggling her hips to allow the dress to fall to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it to one side. Naked, she sat back on the sofa, one leg draped over my lap and one on the floor, giving both Mark and me an unobstructed view of her pussy. I heard Mark take a sharp intake of breath, and saw Karen run her hands over her tits and stomach, teasing, teasing. I slid my hand up her leg, but she stopped it before I could reach her pussy. "Doesn't it make you want to touch yourself?" she asked, innocently.

I paused for a moment. Mark and I had seen each other naked, in the showers after we'd played squash, but no other man had ever seen my erection. Karen reached down and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, causing my penis to jump uncomfortably in its confined space. That made up my mind for me, and I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them and my boxer shorts to the floor, kicking them off. I grasped my cock, and rubbed it up and down a couple of times, before turning to Karen, who was grinning in triumph.

On the screen, the woman was getting roughly fucked in the arse and mouth now, and Karen's eyes were glued to it, perhaps aware that any eye contact might break the spell in the room. Without looking at him, she said quietly, "what about you, Mark?"




Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 02



He was looking at her a lot more than the screen now, and was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, er..." he started, unsure of where this was going.

"Come on, I know you want to," she encouraged. He glanced at me, and again I gave a slight nod. Satisfied that it was okay, he undid his trousers and allowed his penis to escape. It lay against his stomach, not as free as mine as he hadn't taken his trousers off, but Karen seemed happy. "Mmm, bet that feels better," she whispered, showing him her fingers, which were slightly wet now after she'd been touching herself.

Still with one hand on my cock, I slid one hand over to her, and this time she didn't stop me as I tickled up her thigh and finally ran my finger over her clitoris. She slid closer to me, almost on her back now, and let me concentrate on her clit whilst she toyed with her nipples, half watching the screen, half watching Mark, who had pushed his trousers further down and was gently rubbing what looked like a nice sized cock. She felt gloriously wet, a wholly sexual being. On the screen, the scene was obviously moving towards a climax, with the woman writhing around more, and the guys with slightly pained expressions as if they were struggling to hold back. Karen suddenly pulled herself upright, and leant towards me, pulling my t-shirt up. I helped her get it over my head, and off, and she threw her arms around my neck, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

I wasn't sure what to expect next, but she turned her back to me, and backed up, throwing a leg over mine so that she was straddling me, her back to my chest. My cock rubbed on her arse, and she reached between her legs to grip it, pulling it forward and rubbing it on her cunt lips, using her thigh muscles to rock gently up and down. I reached round with one hand and rubbed her nipple, able to see the television screen one side of her, and Mark the other side, and groaning as she eased my cock into her willing hole. God that felt amazing!

Karen kept her hand between her legs, half I think to touch her clit and half to make sure my cock didn't fall out of her as she rocked back and forward. On the screen, the guy fucking the woman in the arse pulled his cock out, and rubbed along its length three or four times before jetting a huge stream of spunk over her arse and lower back, throwing his head back as he did so. I felt Karen's pussy spasm around my cock, she wasn't far away from cumming too. "Oh god," she groaned, as the other guy backed his cock from the woman's mouth and started wanking it on her face, her tongue darting out occasionally to lick the tip. I felt Karen's arse muscles contracting as she played with her clitoris, and looked over to see Mark, his trousers and underwear around his knees now, pumping his cock up and down, a slightly faraway expression on his face as he looked at my cock sliding in and out of Karen's pussy.

The guy in the film was cumming now, into the woman's open mouth and over her face, four or five huge spurts of warm semen. She licked her lips as the cum rained onto her face, and then it was Karen's turn, as she gasped and held herself still, apart from the fingers on her clit. I could feel her stomach muscles contracting, her thigh muscles taut, her cunt squeezing my cock, and I was close, so close too. "God I'm gonna cum too," I warned her, expecting her to slip off me and allow me to spurt over her arse, but instead she jammed herself back down onto my cock, almost growling, daring me to pull out.

I couldn't. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum," I cried, and let go, thrusting up into her cunt as far as I could and feeling my cock spasm as the spunk bubbled through my balls and up into her cervix. Jesus, that wasn't part of the plan, but damn it felt good!

She wasn't finished yet, though. "Mark, come over here," she said softly, and I could feel their eyes locked together, hypnotising him. He stood up, and shuffled awkwardly over towards us, his jeans around his knees. Karen reached forward, and gripped his cock in her hand, making him take a step further, and began slowly wanking him up and down. I reached around her and took the place of her hand on her clitoris, my finger snaking down to roll around my cock, still embedded in her cunt, cum leaking out around it and wetting my balls. She gasped, and I felt her muscles contacting up and down - yes, she was cumming again, I thought, or maybe she hadn't stopped! Mark's breath was coming in short pants now, and then he groaned, loudly, and shot his load all over Karen's tits, one spurt, two, three, four. He stepped back half a pace, unsteadily, and Karen let go of his cock, bringing her hand up to her mouth and licking a few drops of his cum from it. Mark almost fell back into his seat, spent, and Karen eased herself up and off my cock, falling onto her back on the sofa with a giant groan.

I looked at her in amazement, as she lay there, chest heaving up and down, spunk covering her tits and oozing from her cunt, cheeks flushed red. Only the weekend before I'd needed to get her totally drunk in order to take advantage of her, and here she was, totally in charge of me and my housemate! "Jesus, boys, that was great!" she said. "What happened to the video?"

The screen was blank. Mark and I looked at it, and each other, laughing - none of us had realised when the film had finished. Karen, in the meantime, sat up. "Excuse me a moment," she said. "Must go to the toilet." She trailed her arm across my chest as she left the room.

Mark breathed out heavily. "Christ, mate, she's a one, eh?" he said, pulling on his boxer shorts.

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. You cool?"

"Yeah," he said, "that was, well, kinda mad, but in a good way. Maybe I'll just leave you to the rest of the night though, eh?"

"Alright, mate, see ya," I said, and he left the room to go upstairs, giving me a wink as he did so.

Karen strolled back in a couple of minutes later. "Hey, I'm sorry about that, don't know what came over me," she said. "Well, Mark did, I guess, but you know what I mean!"

"No, don't be daft," I said, "that was great. Shouldn't have cum in you, but..."

She interrupted. "No, I guess not, but I just didn't want to move, and I loved feeling you cum, it just made me cum more and more." She sat down next to me, and bent to kiss me. "Hope that wasn't too weird with Mark?"

"No," I said, "I've never done anything like that before, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't, but I'm sure we'll be cool about it. First for you too?"

She nodded. "It was that film," she said. "Got me thinking about all the things I've never done before!" I laughed, and she yawned. "But it's worn me out. Fancy taking me to bed? To sleep, this time!"

We picked up our clothes from the floor, and walked upstairs. I got into bed and she wriggled her back up to my front. Within a couple of minutes we were both sleeping soundly.

CHAPTER 8 - SUNDAY MORNING

I woke up at around eight o'clock on Sunday morning, stretched and yawned. Karen was sleeping still, lying on her back, one arm resting over the duvet, which was pushed down just enough to give me a tantalising glimpse of her breast. I smiled as the weekend's events so far raced through my brain, and, trying not to disturb her, got up to go to the toilet. I was sure that Mark would still be in, and I would normally have thrown a robe on to go downstairs, but after the night before I decided there was little point, and walked downstairs naked, my morning hard on leading the way.

I came out of the toilet to find Karen, also naked, in the kitchen, having put the kettle on. "Morning," she smiled. "My turn in the loo now, are you going to finish making tea?"

"Well that's not the first thing on my mind," I grinned, stepping towards her and stroking her chest. 

She slid away from me, though. "Ooh, you are insatiable!" she laughed. "But you'll have to give me a minute or two."

I shrugged. "See you upstairs in a bit, then." She went into the bathroom, and I poured hot water onto the tea, before taking a couple of mugs upstairs and jumping under the covers again - the morning was a lot colder than the previous day.

Karen wasn't long, and she climbed into bed next to me, shivering slightly. "This walking around naked is all very well," she said, "but its bloody freezing in your bathroom!" I hugged her to warm us both up, and we sat in bed drinking tea. "Look at us," she laughed, "we're like an old married couple!"

I put down my empty mug. "Not sure about that. Do you think old married couples do this?" I rolled towards her, taking her mug out of her hand and placing it on the floor, before pinning her to the bed, her arms above her head, and jamming my thigh in between hers. She gasped as I licked all the way up from her belly button to her neck, and then kissed her lightly on the lips before easing my head down to concentrate my tongue on her tits.

"Oh that's nice!" she whispered, as I started to ease my way further down the bed, fingertips brushing her nipples as I kissed her stomach and her legs opened wider to allow me to shuffle in between them. Her pussy tasted fantastic, sweet as honey, with just a hint that I'd cum in her last night. "You know what I said last night?" she said, just when I was wondering whether I should make her cum like this or whether I should fuck her now.

"What?" I grunted, getting back to my tongue workout.

"About trying new things, like on the video," she said, her voice almost muffled for me by her thighs around my ears. "Well, have you ever tried, well, anal?"

I looked up from between her legs. I had, a couple of times with an old girlfriend. I'd enjoyed it more than her, I think - looking back she wasn't as relaxed or as lubricated as she'd needed to be, and I'd probably rushed it a little. I'd vowed not to do so if the opportunity came up again! "I wouldn't say I'm an expert," I said. "But I'm always willing to practise!"

"I just loved that on the tape last night," she said, grinding her pussy into my hand to remind me that I'd stopped licking her. I bent my back and rolled my tongue around her clit again, as she continued. "I was dreaming about it, and it just felt so naughty, so dirty. Do you want to fuck me, Joe, do you want to fuck me in the arse?"

"Yeah, I'd love to, you dirty girl," I smiled up at her again. "But I'm gonna make you cum like this first, just to get you nice and relaxed!" Her clit, pink and swollen, quivered in front of my face as I gently lapped at it, before sucking it totally into my mouth and sliding two fingers into her juicy cunt. She groaned, head back on the pillows, back slightly arched, and I slid my thumb down from on top of her thigh to graze just below her pussy, transferring plenty of her wetness and my saliva onto it before placing it on her puckered arsehole. She tensed slightly, then relaxed again, as I gently moved my thumb around her dark entrance. "Does that feel good?" I managed to mumble through my mouthful of pussy.

"Yeah," she groaned, and I pushed my thumb inside her tight hole, up to the knuckle. Again, she tensed slightly, but my mouth on her clit took her mind off any pain, and I pushed my thumb further into her without complaint. I could feel my fingers moving in her cunt with my thumb, held still in her arse, something I'd never felt before. Karen was gasping a little, breathing heavily and squeezing her hand on my head, pulling at my hair, loving the attention I was giving her, almost ready to cum. I slowly started to rotate my thumb, and that pushed her over the edge, her hand thumping up and down on the bed beside her as she cried out. "Oh, yes, yes, oh I'm cumming, so hard...don't stop, yes....yes!"

I didn't want to stop, but I did want to fuck her. I eased my face up from between her legs, and gently pulled my fingers and thumb from inside her. "Roll over," I instructed, and she did so with a naughty glint in her eyes, kneeling with her arse in the air in front of me. Also kneeling, I bent to lick her, slowly, from her clitoris along to her puckered arse, hearing her groan again as my reward. Holding my palm flat against her pussy, I gently licked around her arsehole, before poking my tongue just inside it, causing her to shudder. I didn't think I had anything suitable to use as a lubricant, so I needed her as relaxed as possible, and I think I was pretty close to achieving that. Looking up, I edged my way forward, and with my hand on her arse, rubbed my hard cock up and down over her dripping pussy. She groaned, and I pushed inside her cunt, wetting my cock for what was to come. Oh, she felt fantastic, pushing herself up against me, hard.

I've always enjoyed the sight of my cock sliding in and out of a woman, and this was no exception - I thrust in and out, a little harder now. I might have carried on fucking her pussy, too, but she called me back from my own little world. "Come on," she said, "I want to feel you in my arse."

Slowly, I backed out of her, and rested the tip of my cock on her tightest hole. She almost growled, and, holding onto my shaft, I pushed forward, just enough so that the tip disappear. Karen let out a low moan, and I quickly asked if she was okay. "Mmm, yeah," she said, "it hurt, but it was a good hurt!"

Smiling to myself, I pushed forward just a little more, a tiny bit at a time, which wasn't easy with her arse muscles tensing and contracting constantly. Somehow, gradually, she'd taken all of my cock into her arse, and was lying there, impaled and gasping. It felt fantastic, so tight, so dirty. When I felt her hand reach down between her legs and start fondling my balls I nearly exploded there and then. "Oh yeah," I groaned. "If that feels as good to you as it does to me..."

"Yeah, it feels so good!" She raised her hips just slightly, causing my cock to slip out of her an inch or two, and instinctively I pushed it back, a little harder. "Ooohhh," Karen cried, "Jesus that's good!" Encouraged, I started to slowly ease myself back and forth, a couple of inches at a time, then three or four, getting her arse used to this new sensation. It was an amazing sight as I looked down on her back, and an amazing feeling as I felt her fingers rubbing her clitoris and brushing my cock. "Fuck, that's amazing, I'm so close to cumming!" she cried.

"I'm close too, you look fucking amazing like this!" I told her.

"Yeah, cum in me, lets cum together!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Now, now!"

I thrust as far into her as I could, hard, and felt my balls churning as my spunk bubbled through them, spurting up into her arse. Karen, gasping, was almost falling over as she bucked against me, her arse muscles clenching furiously as her cum flowed from her pussy. It was hard, fast and frantic, both of us trying to stay in some sort of rhythm but both needing to concentrate too much on our own orgasm to worry too much about the other. Finally she collapsed, face forward on the bed, and I lay still above her, propping myself up on my elbow so I didn't crush her. "Hey, you okay?" I asked, gently.

She tried to turn her head to look at me, but couldn't because of the way our bodies were positioned. I eased back off her, withdrawing my sticky cock from her arse with an audible plop, and we turned to face one another. Karen embraced me, her arms around my neck, kissing my lips. Her eyes were shining brightly - were there tears? I kissed her back, and we eased apart. "You okay?" I repeated.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That was weird, pretty painful actually. But I came so hard. Don't know if I'll be able to walk or sit down for a bit..." She laughed as she tailed off. "What about you?"

"I'm great!" I smiled. "I love being with such a, I don't know, sexual person, I guess. You being turned on turns me on, and it's kinda cool to do something that feels naughty, eh? As you know after yesterday!"

She smiled again. "Yeah, the danger thing again, pretty hot for me!"

I ran my hand over her back and across her bottom, feeling my sticky spunk leaking from her arse and trickling down onto the sheet. "Mmm, you're always hot for me!"

She slapped my hand gently. "Not more, not yet anyway. You couldn't, I bet!" I looked down at my penis, shrunken now, covered in spunk, and shrugged, ruefully. Karen laughed. "I think it's my turn to be first in the shower," she said, and jumped up from the bed, grabbed a towel and walked quickly from the bedroom before I could react.

I lay back in my bed, breathing out hard. What a way to start a Sunday! I couldn't remember when Karen's coach to take her home was, but I hoped it wasn't for a couple of hours yet. Maybe I should go and join her in the shower? I sat up in bed, and, making my mind up, grabbed my own towel and padded downstairs.

I heard the shower going, and tried the bathroom door, which wasn't locked. Throwing my towel on the floor, I saw her silhouetted behind the screen, back to me as the shower beat down on her head. I opened the door and slipped in behind her, running my fingertips down her back. She didn't jump at all, she must have sensed me in the room. "Wondered how long you'd be," she smirked, turning to embrace me again.

"Well I'm getting longer!" I grinned, nodding to where my cock was growing between her legs.

She chuckled. "Well I'm clean now, but maybe you need a wash!" She reached for a bar of soap, and ran it over my chest, before resting her hand next to my now fully erect penis, and stretching up on her toes to kiss my lips. She then dropped to her knees in front of me as I thanked whatever sort of god I could think of that the landlord had installed a decent shower. Karen was running the bar of soap over my wet body, and following it a few seconds later with her mouth. My cock was bumping on her chin, and I was willing her to suck me, but she was teasing, gently soaping it first, as I congratulated myself on my powers of recovery. She had that kind of effect on me! "Well I think you're clean now," she smiled up at me. "Want to get dirty again?"

She held out her hand for me to help her to her feet, and crushed her body against mine, kissing me hard, and raised her leg up to my hip. I could see where she was going, and bent my knees slightly to let my cock slip down her stomach and in between her legs, nestling up against her pussy. She groaned, and pulled her arms tighter around my neck, trying to pull herself up onto me. I helped her by grabbing her arse in both hands, picking her feet off the floor and pushing her back against the wall. My cock bounced around, nearly but not quite finding its target a couple of times, before finally it hit home, easing slowly into her slippery cunt. I stood still, breathing hard, getting us both used to this position. She bent her neck, and we kissed. "Fuck me," she said, simply.

The only way I could really get any sort of movement was by bending my knees slightly, then straitening them again. She didn't feel particularly heavy, especially with the wall supporting her back, but I wasn't sure quite how long I could keep this up. I thought I'd better make it a quickie!

Karen was obviously of the same mind. Her expression, the squeezing motion of her cunt around my cock, and her words all encouraged me to thrust as hard and fast as I could. "Yeah, fuck me, that feels good," she cried out. "Fill me up, cum in me!"

"Mmm, are you sure?" I gasped, feeling my cock thicken even more at the prospect.

"Yeah, I want to feel you cum in me again," she groaned. "And do it soon, I'm gonna cum...now!" And she did, making it even harder for me to hang on to her slippery, wet body. My cock twitched hard, too, and I was cumming, splashing my spunk into her, causing another groan and spasm of her body, only a couple of spurts this time. Trembling, I had to pull out of her and let her drop to the floor, where she sat in front of me, legs splayed, water spraying over her face and delightful tits, the picture of sexual satisfaction. I slid down the side of the shower to join her.




Karen, My Friend's Girl Pt. 02



"That was fantastic! I've been wanting to have sex in this shower ever since we got it, and I thought it was going to be yesterday before the bloody landlord interrupted us!" She laughed, and I continued. "So, er, are you okay? I mean, I shouldn't have cum in you last night, and then now?"

"It's okay," she said. "At least, I hope so! My period's due in a few days. Anyway, it wasn't your fault last night, I just couldn't bear to not have you in me right at that moment!"

I shrugged. "Well it felt fantastic, you know that? And I know you've got to go back today, but I want you to know that I've never had such a great weekend."

"Mmm," she smiled, "me too. I've felt totally, sexually, alive for the first time. I know we're not really couple material, but it's been great, really great." She bent forward, and we kissed, gently.

I stood up. "Come on, I'm starving. Must be time for some breakfast." Slightly reluctantly, we turned the shower off, and dried ourselves. Like the previous afternoon, the spell had been broken, and we went upstairs to put some clothes on with very few words between us, and sat by the kitchen table eating toast and drinking tea in quiet contemplation. "So, what time coach are you getting?" I asked.

"Well they're every hour," she said, "so I guess anytime. Do you fancy walking me back to the bus station?"

"No problem, of course," I said, and she went upstairs to gather the few things she'd brought with her. When she'd got dressed, I'd noticed that she hadn't put any knickers on under her knee length skirt, although she did wear a bra today. I pulled open a drawer, and held up to her the underwear I'd taken on our second meeting, exactly a week ago. "I guess I should return this, as you've been such a good girl this weekend!" I smiled. "Well, such a bad girl, really..."

She looked at me, fondly. "No, you keep them. Don't know if I'll ever bother with them again!" The mischievous smile was back, and I groaned.

"Ooh, I almost feel sorry for any guy sitting next to you on the bus home, you saucy minx!"

She laughed, and the walk into town was friendly, relaxed. Two friends. I knew it was over between us, but what a ride.

EPILOGUE

I didn't expect to hear from Karen after that. But when Jez rang me at my parents house soon after the university term had finished and I'd gone back for the summer, it all came flooding back. He asked if I fancied going for a couple of beers, and I agreed.

Jez looked great. "Hey, mate, nice to see you," he greeted me when I walked into the pub. "What are you drinking? Not too much, I hope!"

I sat down as he brought the pints over. "So how's it going with you then?" I asked.

"It's just great," he replied, grinning. "The last time I saw you I was really depressed after, you know? When we went to that club, and I seem to have got really pissed - for which I apologise, by the way - and blown it with Karen?"

"Yeah," I said cautiously, wondering what he was building up to.

"Well, firstly thanks for looking after me, and her, that night," he said.

"Hey, no need to thank me," I said. Did he know about me and Karen?

"That week was really weird, I just felt rubbish. I was sure she liked me, but I was also sure I'd blown my chance by making such a fool of myself. And then just when I was building up to ask her out, she was ill at the weekend, and I didn't even see her!" I smiled grimly, feigning sorrow for him, but actually remembering how Karen had spent her 'sick' weekend. "But she rang me up on that Sunday afternoon - I didn't even know she had my number," he continued. "And she confessed that she hadn't been ill at all." I raised my eyebrows, thinking he was about to tell me that he knew all about it, that he hated me for what I'd done. He didn't. "She said she'd just been thinking about me, about us, all weekend, and wondered if I'd like to go out with her! Crazy, eh?"

I laughed, a bit more confident of myself. Perhaps she hadn't told him everything? "Women, eh? You can't anticipate what they're like," I said.

"Well," he continued. "She came round to mine, and I thought we'd go out for a drink or something. But it was weird, she just seemed to want to drag me to bed! Fantastic, eh? Never happened to me before, not even with Mel, and you know what she was like!" I laughed again, remembering some of the exploits Jez and his ex, and me and my ex, had got up to around three years before. "And, to cut a long story short, she's living with me now."

He smiled, as I did. "Well that's great, mate, sounds like you were right about her all along."

Jez leant over the table, and said in a quiet voice: "And that's not all. We're expecting a baby!"

"Blimey," I said, taken aback. "Congratulations! I mean, that's great, isn't it? Is that what you want?"

"I know it's a bit soon," he said, "but yeah, it's exactly what I want. Its what I've always wanted, its why Mel and I split up, really, you know, she didn't want kids, at least not for ages. But I've got everything now, a woman who loves me, and who I love, and the chance of a family."

"Well good for you," I said, genuinely pleased that he seemed so happy. "So, how far gone is she? How long did it take you to decide?"

He laughed. "That's the weird thing, we didn't really talk about it before, we just seemed to know that it was what we both wanted. It must have happened that first night we were together, I just assumed she was on the pill, you know?"

I sat upright in my seat suddenly. Fuck! That was the same weekend she'd spent at mine! Could that mean I was the father? The conversation went on, but I wasn't really concentrating. We did only have a couple of beers, because Jez wanted to get back home, and that night I lay in bed, thinking hard.

But in the morning it was crystal clear to me. Jez was the father. He loved Karen, and would love the baby, and I'd love neither. I'd treated him badly when I'd first met Karen, and although he didn't know about that, the guilt was still there. I'd never come between them again.

They asked me to be the godfather when Claire was born, but I just couldn't. I told them that it wasn't something I could do because I didn't believe in god, and they were very understanding. I don't see them very often these days, but I suppose in some way I'm happy to have played some part in bringing them together. My friend looks very happy with both his girls now.