2 comments/ 26785 views/ 6 favorites Learning More About My Friend Ch. 01 By: last_nice_guy "Alrighty, I'm going to head out." I said getting up from Mary's couch, rubbing my eyes from watching the tv for so long. "I'll stop by tomorrow, probably around 3." "Okay, bring your swimsuit, it's supposed to be really hot tomorrow, and I'm definitely going to be spending most of it in the pool." She wrapped her arms around me to hug me. It's always great to feel her petite body in my arms, able to lift her and carry her with ease, if I wanted. "Goodnight, sexy stuff" I said as I jokingly slapped her ass. I'm not sure when it started, but it was kind of acceptable to slap her ass as a joke, and I certainly didn't mind getting my hand on that ass in any way I could. I got in my car as I saw the light come on in her bedroom. I only knew that was her bedroom by the position of the window in the house, I had never been allowed to see it. I found this odd as we have been friends for years, but yet I was never allowed to see her room, parents home or not. I thought once we hit college that maybe it wouldn't matter as much, but still I was not allowed to see her room. The shades were tightly drawn, and I could only imagine what a beautiful sight lay behind them, as surely she was changing for bed. I had so often wondered what she looked like naked. I would steal long glances at her when she was in a bathing suit or wearing a sexy outfit, but, overall, she would dress pretty conservatively, which did nothing but drive my curiosity that much more. Mary is quite the petite cutie. She's short, can't be more than 5'2", with beautiful brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. She has a wonderfully taught stomach, evidence of her daily exercise routine, which leads to her curvy hips. But the feature of her's that fascinates me the most, is her chest. Staying with the petite frame, her chest is small, probably somewhere between an A and B cup. I have always loved women with smaller chests, something about their firm and perky nature just draws me towards them. However, oddly enough, I have never had a small chested girlfriend. Actually, I have never been with anyone below a C cup. However, Mary sees her small chest as a negative instead of a positive. I have tried in the past to suggest that she should be proud of them, and actually flaunt it a little. Repeatedly I have tried to convince her that she can actually get more attention on her chest if she simply went without a bra and wore a tight shirt. Nevertheless, her shades are drawn tight, and I'm certainly not going to get to see anything tonight. ============================== The Next Day. I've spent most of the morning trying to get some yard work done, but the summer heat and humidity is starting to get to be too much for me. I head inside, shower, and make some lunch for myself. Even just sitting in the house is uncomfortable in this weather, so I figure, I might as well head over to Mary's place two hours early, she said she'll be in the pool most of the day anyway. I change into my swimsuit and head out the door. I get to her house and ring the doorbell. I wait to see her bounce down the stairs, hopefully in her bikini. Her chest may be small, but I've definitely seen some movement out of them when she's moving around quickly. I ring the doorbell again, trying not to focus too much on my daydream since swim trunks don't hide excitement too well. Hmm, still no answer. Well I know she is here since her car is the only one in the driveway, and she couldn't have taken her parents car because they are on vacation this week. I guess she's out back at the pool, it's hard to hear the bell from back there, plus, she wasn't expecting me for a while yet. I head around the side of the house to the door in the tall wooden fence. I can hear some water splashing around; she's definitely in the pool. I see that there's a small hole, almost perfectly at my eye level, so I peak through to see if she's back there. I can see a little radio on a table next to one of the lounge chairs next to the pool which has a towel on it. I can only see about five feet of the pool from this angle, but I can see the waves in the water, she must be doing laps. She has to maintain that taught tummy somehow, I guess. Just as I go to reach over the gate door to unlatch it and head on in, I suddenly do a double take when I see something hanging on the arm of the lounge. That looks a lot like a bikini top! There's no way! I mean, she's always so proper and shy about her body, she couldn't be topless. The girl always wears a bra, even though I don't think she needs it half the time, and would love it if she went without, I think she even wears one to bed. Would she really go swimming topless? On the other hand, why shouldn't she? She's the only one home, so there isn't any fear of her parents catching her. And what woman doesn't try to avoid tan lines. Plus, the tall wooden fence and tall shrubs around her yard block the view from any neighbor. Hell, if it were my place, I'd swim naked! My internal debate is interrupted by some water splashing up from the pool onto the cement. Mary's head and arms suddenly appear out of the water, as she slows her stroke and grabs onto the edge of the pool. Her back is slightly towards me as her right hand is grasping the curved cement edge of the pool. There is nothing covering her back at all, not a string, not a tie around her neck, nothing. Mary lets go of the edge of the pool and tilts her head back into the water, as she rises up again, tracing her hands from her forehead, tight to her scalp, pressing water out as her hands move towards the back of her head, smoothing her brown hair down, appearing almost black when it is wet. Her thumbs gently catch her hair to make sure it falls over her ears, and help mold her mane into a water-locked ponytail, dropping it just over her right shoulder. I watch intently as some water drips from her hairline and flows down the back of her neck, making its own path between her tanned shoulder blades, finally touching down and reuniting with the pool water. There is something about the nude back of a fit female that I have always found exceptionally attractive. Maybe it is the movement of the back muscles as they tense and relax in any little movement she makes. Just moving one arm can cause an elaborate wave of movement as the bones shift, the muscles tense, and the skin stretches tight. Perhaps it is also the idea that the nude back implies that there is nothing covering the front of her body. The anticipation, the possibility, that, should she just turn around, her feminine form would be displayed before me. Whatever the reasons, my excitement was being strained against the fabric of my swim trunks as I peered in through the fence. Thankfully, the side of the house is also well shielded from view by the tall bushes that follow around the house, so there was no chance of anyone seeing me and calling the cops about a peeping tom with a giant erection. Mary turned her body as she now placed both hands, palms down, onto the edge of the pool, and maybe it was the excitement of what was about to be revealed to me, but everything suddenly seemed to be in slow motion. Her body dipped slightly lower into the water, part of her ponytail dipping into the water and fanning out as her arm muscles began to tighten up as she slowly lifted her body up and out of the water. The water seemed to resist letting go of her body as some of the water around her seemed to hold on to her as long as it could, creating almost a waterfall off of her skin. Her pert breasts burst out of the water, quivering with the sudden movement. Her nipples beginning to stiffen against the air, small beads of water dripping off of their tips. Her amazingly flat stomach came into view next. Absolutely astonishing that a stomach could be so attractive with the skin taught from her breasts down to the top edge of her bikini bottoms. As Mary pulled her way out of the water, she spun so that her curved bottom would land on the edge. When she hit down, her small breasts elongated towards the ground for just a moment, before like a rubber band, they bounced back up; they didn't take long to regain their shape, but watching the ripples of her breasts was breathtaking. Mary pulled her feet up below her, stood up, and took a few small steps to the edge of the lounge chair. Each step caused a small bounce to travel through her breasts as I also watched her legs tense with each step, seeing her tone muscles all the way up to her ass. She stopped and brought her hands up to fix her hair again. As her arms raised into the air, her firm breasts lifted slightly. The skin pulled her breasts tighter to her ribs, flattening them minutely. The water gleamed off of her beautiful breasts, and some droplets followed the glorious curves and then fell towards the ground. After fixing her hair, she reached her index fingers underneath the fabric of bikini bottoms in the back, and pulled the fabric out, lifting it slightly away from her skin to reposition it on her firm ass. She then brought her hands around to the front of them and once again slid her fingers underneath to stretch out the fabric. From the profile view of her, I could see just a little bit of her skin as she stretched out the bikini down and between her legs. I couldn't see much of the skin as she did this, but I definitely noted that I didn't catch sight of much of any pubic hair. It's very possible she shaves, as those bikinis can't hide much. My excitement from watching her was beginning to reach painful levels as my dick chaffed against the liner of my swim trunks. Well, I'm well hidden from sight, so I might as well fully enjoy my view. I pulled my drawstring and lowered my trunks down to my ankles; my penis springing free and happily bouncing in the open air. I swear I could break down the gate with my own personal ramming rod. My excitement also increased by the exhibitionist feel of standing exposed in someone's yard in the middle of the day. A slight breeze sent small tingles along the length of my now exposed shaft, I couldn't help but imagine it was the warm breath of Mary. But now wasn't the time to imagine another fantasy, one was actually happening just behind my private peep hole. As I moved my eye back to the right angle, I firmly grasped my thick member, and slowly started stroking. Mary had picked up her towel and was drying her back with the towel stretched behind her as she slowly pulled it from side to side. This caused her breasts to sway back and forth, the fat beneath the skin slightly shifting towards her side and then back towards her cleavage. She pulled the towel around the front of her and dabbed at her face, and then slid the towel down her chest. I watched as the tops of her breasts now peaked out above the moving towel. Her breasts pushed against her ribcage, causing them to spread out slightly, as though they were in a wonderful corset. As she moved downward, her breasts finally popped back up above the towel, too pert and firm to stay compressed. The towel crossed along her stomach that a fitness instructor would be jealous of, and she started to dry the front of her bikini bottoms. As she rubbed the material, it stretched and pulled in different directions. At some points, the material would shift to the side slightly, revealing much paler skin below, skin that the sun rarely got a chance to see. The material seemed to be playing a game with me, seeming to just give me the slightest of peaks, never pulling far enough to see her tender lips, hiding just millimeters away from the edge. However, it did answer one question for me: there was no hair covering that briefly exposed skin. I was very much enjoying this site, and I didn't seem to be the only one as I realized that she was rubbing the towel longer than it would take to dry that small piece of fabric. But perhaps there was some added moisture that was preventing it from drying completely. Mary slowly lifted her right leg and placed it onto the lounge chair, her ass now pointing towards me, as she trailed the towel around to the right side of her womanly hips. The towel continued flowing to her sensuous thighs, wrapping around her athletic calves and ending at her small feet with red nail polish glistening at their tips. As she was bending over to dry her toes, her small breasts now forming almost perfect triangles, with the apex her beautiful nipples. I saw a small bead of water run down the side of her right breast, gaining speed with each centimeter, and following the soft curve and stopping briefly on her nipple, before it plummeted down to splash on her muscular thigh. From this angle, the material of her bikini bottoms were pulled tighter against her womanhood, peering out from between her beautiful ass. I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to come up behind her, pull her bottoms down, and plunge into her warm, moist flower. This idea shot some pre-cum out onto my hand, my most primal of reactions to the idea of sex. I rubbed the pre-cum around on the head of my penis, sending shivers through me as Mary changed over to her left leg. Finished with drying herself, Mary laid the towel across the lounge chair and reached for her sun tan oil. She placed some oil in her hands, rubbing them together, as she placed her right leg back up onto the chair. She started at her foot, her slick hands curving around her ankle and calve, moving around in an intricate twisting and overlapping pattern that was absolutely hypnotic. This amazing ballet of her hands continued up her thigh, her right hand dipping low, underneath her leg, then continuing up, following the taught curve of her ass. Her fingertips sneaking underneath the bright yellow material. Her hand continued to follow the edge of her bikini and came back around the top of her leg. She lowered her right leg, placed more oil in her hand as she repeated the process on her left leg. However, this time, when her one hand was obviously following up her ass as it had before, I noticed that her other hand was making small circles in it's path along her inner thigh. As her hand came up from behind, it continued along the inside edge of the fabric, but following it down the front. Her eyes closed, and I thought I saw a slight shiver in her body. I felt my balls tightening, the excitement of this sight and the realization that Mary was on the edge of pleasuring herself in front of my eyes. My whole manhood was pulsating, getting close to its peak. I immediately clenched my muscles, holding back an explosion, as I had a feeling this was not going to get any less exciting, and I didn't want a quick release when holding it could make for one so much more spectacular. It was difficult to not let go just at that moment since every time I shut my eyes, I could see those marvelously perky exposed breasts and her hands dancing on her body. After several moments I was able to get past it, and returned to my visual delight, now that I had avoided the absolute peak. Mary had moved onto the lounge chair, her arms now shiny from the oil as her hands were up by her shoulders, applying more sun tan oil. Her hands slid across her entire front, her breasts bouncing quickly back to their place after her hands oh so briefly changed their shape. Her hands dipped into the top of her bikini bottoms, probably about three or five inches down. From this profile, I could see her fingernails beneath the fabric, the fabric angling down from her nails trying to touch back down to her most delicate of areas. Her hands didn't linger long though, they were continuing their smooth, nonstop motion back up her midsection, giving a slick shine to her beautifully flat stomach, drawing back up to her cleavage. Her hands started to dance across her breasts as she leaned completely back into the lounge chair. Her breasts were flowing back and forth as they were manipulated, every possible patch being thoroughly covered in oil, glistening in the midday sun. Mary's eyes were closed, her head making ever-so-small movements side to side as she continued to enjoy the slippery hands skating across her breasts. Her thumbs and index fingers came together and pinched the tips of her nipples, her face tightening, and, if I didn't know better, I could swear that when her lips parted, I could hear a small moan escape. She started to grasp more at her breasts, but the slickness of the oil would cause them to slide out of her hands, making her grasp more and more at them, her nipples often ending up being squeezed between her fingers. After a while, her right hand started to slide from her right breast, down into her cleavage, and, fingers out-stretched, slid down towards her bellybutton, briefly playing with her bellybutton ring before continuing down. I held my breath as her glossy red nails lifted the elastic edge, and her fingers started to disappear into the yellow fabric, more and more, diving down, until the top edge of the fabric was now resting on her wrist. My breath stuttered out as Mary arched her back up off of the chair, her head pushing back causing her breasts to look even more pert and desirable, if that was even possible. Her hand pleasuring her womanly folds was lifting the fabric up off of her body, and, from my angle, I could now see a small patch of pubic hair. The sun shining through the yellow fabric made her pubic hair appear as though it were blonde. The sunlight was not only illuminating her small patch of pubic pride, it was glistening across her entire body. Even in the bright midday light, she was not holding anything back as she was dipping into her honey pot. Why should she, for all she knew, she was all by herself, which was evidenced as her right hand pulled back out of her bathing suit, shiny with her own juices, and quickly pulled at the ties along the sides of the small suit. She grasped at the top of it, and arched her back, lifting her beautiful ass off of the chair, and flinging the two small yellow triangles into the air, not caring where they landed. To my utter surprise, it was not the yellow fabric that made her pubic hair appear blonde, they WERE blonde! This shy little minx was actually a natural blonde. She chose to disguise her wild side by dying her hair a more plain brown. Her golden locks were now exposed to the sunlight, reflecting sparkles of it back as they were wet with her juices. She quickly laid her body back down on the chair, and her hand once again, but with an increased pace, trailed down towards her warm folds; starting at her bellybutton, down the flat, almost concave, edge of her stomach, only to curve slightly upwards along her mons pubis, her fingernails combing through her only un-dyed hair that lay on top it. Her left hand still worked away at her tiny tits, squeezing and pulling them in all different directions. Every once in a while she would roll one of her nipples between her fingers. Although the side of her thigh now blocked my view, I could tell that her right hand was encircling her clitoris. She must have found a sweet spot because her head suddenly turned towards me and she let out a heavy moan. It was almost as if she was aiming her moan at me, as though it were my fingers bringing her such pleasure. And oh how I wish it were my hands running all along her body, seeking out all of the places that made her moan and pant and squirm. If only it were her small delicate hands that were pumping away hard on my own throbbing sex. Mary's pace seemed to steadily increase as she continued, and her head was occasionally tossing back and forth. I watched as her right hand moved lower, and I could only assume she was plunging her digits into her lovely cunt. As she did this, her left hand pinched onto one of her nipples and pulled up, away from her body. She kept pulling farther and farther away, stretching the skin of her breast to its limit before the nipple slipped from her fingers and snapped back into place. Mary let out a sound that was a mix between a quick scream and a moan. It seems Mary really enjoys a little rough nipple play, since her other hand was moving around much faster now. Her pace kept increasing as her other hand was grabbing and pulling at her breasts, almost kneading them since her fingers were once again covered in the tanning lotion and couldn't get a good enough grip on them. Her back arched and lifted off of the chair as she let out several short sexy grunts, her head moving violently from side to side, her toes curling over and almost gripping onto the lounge chair. My last girlfriend had never shown so many signs that she was having an orgasm, but it was beautiful to see Mary's display, it almost felt like she knew I was behind the fence watching her and was playing it up. Her back collapsed back down onto the chair, her breasts heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. She lifted her left hand up to her head to get some of her very convincing brunette hair out of her face, the edge of her hairline now damp with sweat. Learning More About My Friend Ch. 01 Once her hair was out of her face, she lifted her right hand, now dripping with her juices, up to her mouth, and placed her index and middle finger into her mouth. Her delicate lips wrapped around them near the knuckle, and her mouth tightened as she sucked on her fingers and slowly drew them out. This was such a sight! I could only imagine what she must taste like, that sweet and musky taste that was touching her tongue at this moment, and what those soft lips could do if it were my cock in place of her fingers. Imaging that her tongue was licking her juices off of my cock instead of her fingers sent me completely over the edge and I exploded, wave after wave onto the fence. I don't think I have ever come so hard, I swear it was going to shoot a new hole through the wood. The immense pleasure of such an intense orgasm overwhelmed me as I let out several heavy grunts with it, try as I might, I couldn't keep them completely quiet. While still trying to regain my breath, I quickly moved my eye back to the hole to see if she had heard me. Mary was simply laying there, her hands very delicately tracing up and down her chest, with a pleased, but exhausted, smile across her face. I squeezed out the last few drops from the end of my dick, and looked at my cum very very slowly creeping down the fence. I couldn't help but smile, feeling as though I had just marked my territory, and had that rush of testosterone that makes you almost want to go chop down a tree. I watched a few minutes more as Mary lay there and just delicately dance her fingers along her skin. Eventually, she sat up, turned her legs to the side, and stood up. A beautiful front few of her naked body. Her brunette shoulder length hair flowing down, the edges of it landing several inches above the top of her deliciously pert breasts, followed by a washboard stomach that lead straight down to her secret blonde patch of pubic hair, only a small patch but more than a landing strip, before her completely shaven and glistening lips, which let out a few drops of her fluids which dripped down along her wonderfully toned legs. My dick was starting to bounce back to life from this revealing view of her, but before it could get far she took a few steps and dove back into the water like a beautiful mermaid. She was probably washing off a little, since I was due to arrive soon, even though I had already come. I pulled my trunks back up, my dick fighting me a little as it didn't want to go back in hiding. I realized I couldn't just walk in now, as much as I wanted to, I didn't want to reveal to her that I had been jacking off to her getting herself off, or even catch her there partially naked and embarrass her. What if she knew I was there the whole time, and was doing it for my viewing pleasure? Could she have an even wilder exhibitionist side than I thought? Hmm, I doubt it, but everyone's inhibitions can drop a little with some alcohol, so it might not be a bad idea to get some, it would also give me something to do while she gets herself presentable again. I headed back to my car, looking around to make sure no neighbors were looking at me, wondering why I was sneaking out from the side of the house. Fortunately no one was around. I got in my car and after several minutes called up Mary on her cell. "Hello?" "Hey! Took you a little while to answer, hope I didn't interrupt a mid-afternoon nap." I was so slick. "Nah, I was just swimming in the pool. So you when are you coming?" I already came all over your fence! "Soon, I just got in my car on the way to the store, and hey, I was thinking, with all of this heat, some frozen drinks by the pool might be good. You prefer Pina Coladas or Strawberry Daiquiris?" "Umm, how about both?" "Sure." "Oh, put pick up some more Rum, I'm almost out." "No problem. Okay, so I should be there in about twenty minutes." "Cool, just come through the side gate when you get here, I can't hear the doorbell from out back." "Alright, see ya in a few. Bye." "Bye." to be continued... -------------------------------- Thank you for reading, and please vote! Feedback is also welcome. Learning More About My Friend Ch. 02 This is a continuation of the first chapter, obviously, and I highly recommend starting with that one. However, I try to make my stories so that you can pick up at any chapter and still be able to follow it. I hope you enjoy, and please vote. * Hmm, does buying two bottles of rum make it seem like I'm hoping for an entire party instead of a chill day by the pool with some frozen drinks? Oh, there it is! Perfect! A handle of rum with a Sale sticker on it. Now just two large bottles of Pina Colada and Strawberry Daiquiri mixes and a bag of ice, and I'm all set. As I place the supplies into the back of my car, the mid-day light shimmers on the glass of the handle of rum, and I instantly flashback to earlier in the afternoon. I never would have imagined the sights I would see by heading over to Mary's earlier in the day than I had told her I would. Peaking through that hole in the fence, I never thought I'd see one of the most innocent and reserved women I know, sunning topless. As I stared at the bottle of rum, the liquid inside reminded me of Mary's juices dripping from her fingers as she had lifted them to her lips after having pleasured herself by the side of the pool. Sucking the juices from her fingers--- I have to snap back to reality before someone sees a random guy in a parking lot staring into his trunk with an erection tenting his swim suit. I get to Mary's and head to the side gate, as I had earlier today. I smile as I see a white streaked stain on the fence. I could almost feel a little extra testosterone flowing through my body at this primal male pride. I glance through the same hole in the fence, but sadly, there was no bikini top resting on the lounge chair this time. I reached over the fence and released the latch and headed towards the pool. Mary was no where in sight. "Took ya long enough!" I heard her sweet voice say from behind me. I spun around to see her bouncing out of the kitchen out onto the porch. I tried not to show my confusion as I saw that she wasn't wearing the yellow bikini anymore, but instead a hot pink one that seemed a slight bit too small. Before I could get a complete eye-full though, she had a chip with some tip in my face, "Try this!" as she fed it to me. My lips caught a little bit of her soft delicate finger as she placed the chip into my mouth. "Good?" she asked. "Mmmm, very good!" "I just made it," she said as she wiped a little of the dip from the edge of my mouth with her finger, and brought it to her own mouth and sucked it off. My dick immediately jumped at this, now familiar, sight. "Oh," she said gesturing towards my waist, "put that in here," as she turned her ass towards me. My heart stopped. It took me a second of watching her curvy ass bouncing into the kitchen to realize that she had been referring to the box from the liquor store I was holding in my arms. As I placed the box onto the counter she continued, "I wasn't sure if I made the dip too salty; I like things that are salty." It was always difficult to judge if Mary was purposely making a dirty double entendre, or was just so innocent that it passed her by. "But hey, I figure it means we just enjoy some more drinks—Holy crap!" Her eye caught the handle of rum as I took it out of the box. "And I guess that's a good thing since you bought enough liquor for an entire party!" "As a woman, I thought, you would appreciate me saving money by buying what is on sale," I joked, as I thought for a moment of pointing to the Sale sticker, but realized not to over-sell the more innocent reason. "Besides, as if it hurts to have extra rum around." "As a woman," she said with an exaggerated tone, "should I also be baking a pie right now?" "Well, you ARE already standing barefoot in the kitchen," I joked back. "Har har. Well I'm as thirsty as a dog, so we might as well get mixing. I'll grab the blender if you can grab the cups to your right." I watched as she bent over to get the blender from a lower cabinet. The hot pink material slid down as she bent over, showing the top of her crack, but the more marvelous view was between her legs. The thin material stretched and contoured to every little detail of her body. My eyes traced along from her tanned thigh, across some much paler skin that was peaking out from the suit. Hot pink was a suiting color for her little box that lay underneath. My eyes continued to trace inward, the skin delicately rounding to a curve as it then dipped into her glorious slit, only to quickly raise up and curve slowly back down towards the other thigh. My dick was throbbing, and I quickly realized that she was about to turn around and see me staring at her with a rock hard tent. I quickly reached down and repositioned myself, then, grabbing the cups, I leaned into the counter to try to hide my erection. Clearing my throat, I asked, "So what have you been up to all day?" "Oh, just relaxing by the pool, soaking up the rays." She stood back up, flipping her flowing brown hair to gently fall back behind her shoulders. "Well it shows that you haven't been swimming at all, you are bone dry." "That's why I need a drink, I'm all dried up!" saying it with a smile and handing me the blender. "Make me a drink, will ya!" "Yes Ma'am, any other orders as well?" I jokingly responded. She turned her back to the counter, placed her hands on it, and hopped up onto it as she replied, "As if you don't like being ordered around by a woman." Her breasts did a magnificent dance as she landed, stretching and bouncing for just a few moments before their perky nature won over and they returned to their wonderful shape. The shape was clearly visible because the top actually didn't cover her entire breasts and most of the curves were outside of the two little pink triangles. She reached up and readjusted the fabric, since it had shifted from jumping up onto the counter. I kept my head facing the blender, but my eyes were locked onto those glorious tiny globes. "What is that?" she said, lifting up my left t-shirt sleeve. "Damn boy, I'm going to start calling you Casper!" "I know, I could win the award for Best Farmer's Tan. But it hasn't been too terribly warm this summer until this week. It is suddenly like a broken thermostat with the heat, all or nothing, and now we're baking!" "There has been plenty of SUN." She was startled when I started the blender, but after a short moment, I thought I saw a small smirk appear on her lips. She continued when I turned off the blender, "The problem you have is always wearing a T-shirt outside." As she said this, her hands slipped under my shirt, just her thumbs staying outside as her hands moved upwards, gathering the fabric along the way. Her hands grazed my skin with the delicate touch that lies between a stroke and a tickle. When she got the shirt to the top of my chest I lifted my arms above my head and she slid the shirt off the rest of the way and tossed it onto a kitchen chair. "You're just trying to get me naked," I joked as I poured the Pina Colada into her glass. "I'm trying to make sure people don't confuse you with a certain little friendly ghost. Plus, I need to even up the score; I'm half naked, so you might as well be." "That is not exactly what I would call half naked. Not that I'm complaining!" She traced her index finger down my chest, with a sultry change of her voice she asked, "Do you expect me to just hang out completely naked?" Her index finger stopped at the top of my bathing suit, she gave a mischievous smile, and then quickly hooked her index finger into my suit, pulling it away from my body. Just then she dropped an ice cube that had been hidden in her hand into my suit, letting the fabric snap back hard against my skin. "GAH!" I bent over from the sudden cold against my member, she laughed out loud as she grabbed her Pina Colada, did a little spin to show her playful smile and then headed outside with a proud bounce in her step. "You know I'll get you back!" I called out. "Oh stop your bitching, bring out the rest of the mix and get some freakin' sun!" After fishing out the ice cube, a little grateful since it helped to bring down my erection, I grabbed up the pitcher and my cup and headed outside. Mary was already oiling herself up, her legs already glistening. When I came outside, she looked up and pouted her lips as she mocked, "Oh I'm so sowwy; I done hurt Mister Winky. You're always telling me I should use my looks to my advantage." "First of all, if you are going to name my penis, it has to be something a little better than 'Mister Winky'. And secondly, you're not supposed to use your looks to trick me." "How am I supposed to learn what works and what doesn't? You don't want to be my guinea pig?" "Not if that's the result." I had to admit, she did a good job of distracting me with that dirty little trick. "Okay, I'll play nice. Or maybe just use you as my slave: I need a refill. Pour!" I topped off her cup as I sat down in the lounge chair next to hers. As I laid back and put my legs up she threw her bottle of tanning oil at me, "Here! Oil up that white sheet you call a chest." "You can't do it for me to make up for that little ice incident?" I asked, hoping she would. "Oh, look at that," picking up her cup, "there's a drink in my hand now. Sorry, guess you have to do it yourself." She smiled as she drank. We continued drinking and talking by the pool for quite a while. Much of the time I kept stealing looks at her beautiful body laying in the lounge chair next to mine. Her thighs were well toned from her regular visits to the gym, but well proportioned to her womanly hips. Her hips looked slightly wider today, but that was just the illusion of the small bikini bottoms to she had on. I swear, there couldn't have been more than a quarter of an inch from the top edge to the beginning of her neatly trimmed bush, which was rather discernable now with how thin the fabric was. Only earlier in that day, while peaking through the fence, did I discover her little hidden secret hidden beneath that thin fabric: she was secretly a blonde. If only I could get a close up view of that golden treasure. Above her little hidden secret was her taut and toned stomach that any hot young female celebrity would be jealous of. This is where the effort of her repeated workouts really shined. She wasn't to the point of having a six pack, but you could just make out the outer edges of her stomach muscles, and it was perfectly flat from her bellybutton down to underneath her bikini. Speaking of things that are flat, it was often how she referred to her chest. This was far from the truth. She was somewhere between an A and a B cup, but more importantly, perfectly shaped and pert. Even now, as she lay almost completely horizontal, her breasts only flatten out and spread to her sides in the smallest degree. They were topped by the two small pink triangles of her bikini. The thin fabric jutted upwards slightly at her nipples. Her nipples were probably not erect, but the fabric still gave way to them. "Oh man, we're empty." Mary's voice startled me slightly, I guess when we stopped talking for several minutes, I had spaced out starring at her body. "You wanna make the daiquiris now, to switch things up a bit?" "I guess you're too weak to do it?" "Wellll, a blender is almost like a power tool; and I've always thought men were better at handling their tools." "Personally, I've always preferred the way a woman handles a tool." I retorted. We both laughed. "I'll tell ya what," I said. "I'll make you a deal: if you oil up my back when I come back out, I'll go make the drinks." "That sounds fair. It is about time we turn over anyway." I came back outside as Mary was adjusting her top. I was hoping she'd slip and give me a little peak, but no such luck. "Now remember," I said, "you don't get a sip until you fulfill your part of the deal." "Yeah, yeah, lay down!" she ordered. "Yes ma'am! I have no problem following THAT order from a woman." "Behave," she said with a playful slap on my ass. Then she squirted some oil into her hands, and started at my ankles, rubbing it into my skin, and working her way up my legs. Her delicate hands were crisscrossing each other in such an intricate pattern as she would work up one leg, and switch to the other, moving farther and farther up my legs. She worked her way up to the middle of my thighs, even though they were well covered by my swimsuit. As her hands would retreat to go to the other leg, her nails would lightly scrape along my inner thigh sending shocks through my body. Every time it would cause me to inhale sharply, which I was trying to keep inaudible, but there is no way that she couldn't see my back muscles tense and then relax each time. Had she turned me over, it would be more than evident that I was enjoying it. She did this a couple more times, and then I felt one of her knees on the lounge chair right by my hips. Then the other knee settled against my other side, and I felt her relax the weight of her body to sit on top of my ass. She grabbed the bottle of oil again, but it slipped from her hands and hit me square in the middle of my back, and she burst into laughter. "Owww." I mildly complained. "Hahaha, ha, sorrrrrry! Ha ha, the bottle is pretty slippery and I guess the drinks are starting to hit me a little." She responded between her laughing. "I promise I won't drop it again." She started to rub the oil into my shoulders, as I tried to relax my body again. Her hands moved up to the back of my neck and began to massage it. Squeezing into the muscles, and then releasing and spreading out her pressure across the entire area. She slowly started working down to my shoulders, massaging them the same way. Every nerve below her glorious touch was aglow with pleasure. As she spread down my arms, then back up to continue working down my back, I was more and more relaxed with her sensuous dance. When her hands would make long strokes up or down my back, I could feel her body slide up or down against my ass. The thought that her sex was grinding against my body did nothing but increase my excitement. She kept working her way down my back with different movements of her hands. When her hands grazed one particular spot on my lower back which made me jump a bit. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yeah, that's just a really sensitive area on me." I answered. "By sensitive, you wouldn't happen to mean," she lightly scraped her nails on the spot, "ticklish!" "Ah! Ha! No, don't!" I pleaded, but it did nothing but encourage her. I started to laugh uncontrollably as she went to town tickling me. "NO! NO! ST-STOP! I swear, AH!, I will buck you off me, AhHHA, right into the P-P-Pool!" She clamped her legs to my side. "Yeah right, I've got you pinned buddy!" She continued to torture me, laughing at my involuntary convulsions, and being under her control. Her legs were like a vice on my hips, there was no way she was going to be thrown off. It felt like there was no end to her torturing me, minutes felt like hours. "AH HA HA! Pl-pleas-please stop! Oh my god! Ahhh!" I continued to beg. "Alright, alright, big man." She said still giggling, but stopping the tickling. "I knew you couldn't handle me." "Oh man. You are cruel." I said as she got off of me and I sat up. She poured both of us a drink, handed me mine first. "Here, take a drink, I know I can really take the breath out of some men." She said as she grabbed her own cup and sat down on her lounge chair, facing me. She adjusted her top a bit. "I promise I won't do it anymore.....unless I want something out of you." She said with a devilish smile, and then took a swig of her drink. "Whoa! You made this batch a little strong." "Yeah, the bottle was a little awkward and I slipped a little while pouring it in." "Oh well. Cheers" she held her glass up and we touched them together. We both sat facing each other for a bit, regaining our breath from me being tickled and her laughing her ass off at it. As she adjusted her top again, she said under her breath, "Damn this thing." "What's the matter?" I asked. "I didn't realize I was running out of clean bathing suits, and when I opened my drawer, the only one I had left was this one. This thing doesn't really fit; it is from when I was like thirteen!" The truth was, she had a perfectly fine bathing suit this morning, until she soaked it through with her juices, and had to change for my arrival. "Well, now you can't say you have the tits of a thirteen year old anymore if you can't fit in a bikini you've had since then." I replied. "Ha. I guess so. Well, that is definitely a good sign that they've grown since then!" She said while cupping and lifting her breasts, showing off the size. When she let go of them, the very edge of her right areola was peaking out from the side. Looking down and seeing it, she tried again to adjust it so it was comfortable and concealing. "Ya know, if it is really bothering you, you could always take it off. I certainly wouldn't mind," I said, as I hid behind my cup, taking another sip. For the briefest moment, a smile flashed across her face, but then her face turned serious as she said, "You're right. Better without the tan lines anyway, right?" In slow motion, she brought one of her hands to the tied bow in the middle of her back, and slowly started pulling at it. My jaw dropped. Was she really just going to go topless in front of me?? Was it as simple as just asking?? I saw the lower string of the top begin to loosen as it was sliding out of its knot, and just as it became slack, her other arm came across to cover up. She lifted the top over her head with her free hand and hung it on the edge of her lounge chair. She smiled with her devilish smile as she released the back of the lounge chair so it was completely flat and then lay down on her stomach, not removing her arm until she was completely flat on the chair. "You can stare all you want, but I'm pretty sure you can't see through a chair and a towel!" After a pause, she said, "Instead of just staring at me, you might as well make yourself useful and oil me up now." At that, I realized that my mouth was hanging open and quickly shut it. Snapping to my senses, I took a large gulp of my drink, and set it down on the table and picked up the bottle of oil. I sat on the side of her chair, down by her feet and squirted some oil into my hands, and started to rub it into her ankles. I worked up to her calves, enjoying her soft and smooth skin. Her skin felt like the smoothest silk beneath my fingers as I worked the oil in. When I got to the bottom of her thighs, she spread her legs a little more. I could just make out her hot-pink covered lips below her tight ass. I tried my best to mimic the intricate pattern on her thighs that she had used on me earlier. I started to get a bit nervous as my hands moved further up her thighs towards her sex. How close is acceptable? As my nervousness rose, so did my excitement at touching her inner thigh, one of the most intimate and sensitive parts of the body. I moved my hands within just a couple of inches, and then slid up her buttocks keeping the same distance away from the material of the pink triangle partially covering her ass. I massaged her cheeks a bit and then headed back down, but a little closer to the edge of the material this time. As I reached her inner thighs, I traced down them with my nails as she had done to me. I saw her back raise up a bit as she quickly inhaled, but then let it out slowly and relaxed back onto the lounge chair. I moved my way back up as I had done before, but once again, a bit closer to the edge. When I would go up to her buttocks, I would make my returning circle wider and wider. Soon, I was letting my fingers slip underneath the top string of the bikini bottoms and circling outward to the sides of her hips until my fingers would hit the chair itself. When I would curve around, I could feel her lifting up very slightly off of the chair, seeming to want me to reach more around. Learning More About My Friend Ch. 02 I got to the point where my fingers were mere millimeters from her sex. She showed no signs of stopping me and I could feel the heat rising up from within her. I changed my pattern and slid my fingers along the inside of her thighs, working their way up closer and closer to her swollen lips hidden only by a thin piece of fabric. As my hands got closer and closer, I raised my body off of her chair. When my fingers were just a hair's width away from touching her most intimate of areas, I swept my hands upwards along her ass, and grazed over her suit, onto her lower back, as I settled my knees down either side of her, and rested my body just below her ass. My erection lay softly on top of the valley of her ass. Applying some more oil to my hands, I ran them up and down the center of her back. When I would reach her neck, I would massage it for a few moments and then trace back down the center of her back again. When my hands came down to the bottom of her back, I would circle them out a bit. Each time, my hands would slightly push the string of her suit lower, and then moved up her back again, but a little farther out. By the time I reached her sides, her suit was almost halfway down her ass. It was as far down as I could get it without her lifting up off of the chair. My hands were around enough of her sides that my fingers grazed the sides of her breasts, and my dick jumped. It actually lightly slapped down on her cheeks. I paused for half a second, thinking she would immediately put a stop to this, but she showed no sign of resistance at all. I slid my hands down along her sides again, and did a very slight circle outwards and ran my hands back up her sides, farther outward. Each time, my fingers touched more and more of her breasts. As I got closer to being stopped by the chair itself, she started to arch her back a little, slightly lifting her body up when I would get back up towards her breasts. As she did, her hips would slide a little forward, which would cause my member to rub in between her cheeks. I started to move my hips each time to thrust a little along her ass. I got to the point where my hands were almost around the front of her, but she wouldn't lift her breasts completely off of the chair for my hands to be completely on them, but I was able to follow as much as I could below her breasts. This was as far as this was going to go for now. I repeated this a few more times, and then relaxed back with my hands on the side of her hips and kept them there for a while. After a minute or two, she let out a small moan, and said "Thank you." "The pleasure was mine." I replied. I reached over and grabbed my drink from the table, my mouth was very dry. The crushed ice in the cup had melted from the mid-afternoon sun. After I finished my cup, I stood up and let my free hand graze across her ass. I poured more from the pitcher into both of our cups. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her staring at the very evident tent in my suit; I had made no effort to hide it, and I saw her smile. I lay down on my stomach, adjusting myself slightly to be more comfortable, and I put my head down staring at Mary. She smiled, and reached for her drink. She made sure she lifted her body up just enough so that her nipple was still just barely concealed against the towel. However, it was amazing to watch her breast morph from having been spread out under her weight, to regain its firm, and just about perfect shape. After a few sips, she rested her head on her crossed arms and she closed her eyes. In this position, her breasts remained more at their regular shape. This sight was much better than the one I had been privy to earlier in the day since now I was so close up. I could see so much detail; I could see the incredibly small bumps and valleys that make up her skin. The afternoon sun reflecting off of the oil on her soft skin. I could not take my eyes off of the beauty of her skin, and now I knew how that delicate skin felt under my fingers. It was like a drug that I just wanted more and more of, but for now I was content to soak it all in. I'm not quite sure how long it had been, but at least fifteen minutes must have passed. Mary opened her eyes, and smiled at me while I was staring at her amazing body. In a soft voice she said, "Hey, why don't you go and make a fresh batch of daiquiris." "Sure," I said. I slowly got up, dumped what was left in our cups into the pitcher, and then brought the pitcher back into the kitchen. When I turned off the blender, I heard a splash in the pool. I brought the pitcher outside and saw Mary pop her head out of the water by the edge of the pool closest to the kitchen. She pulled her wet hair back, and said, "I was getting too hot in the sun, I thought I'd take a dip. You should put the pitcher down on the table and come join me." "Sounds good," I replied. I walked the pitcher over to the table, and I looked over to see Mary's bikini top still hanging on the side of her chair. I set the pitcher down, and ran and dove into the pool. When I came up to the surface, I was splashed with water in the back of my head. I turned around and immediately got another gush of water to the face, and heard Mary's cheerful giggle as she continued her assault. It was war. We were splashing back and forth like mad. Sure, it was juvenile, but so what, it was also fun. "Okay, okay," Mary laughed, "I surrender." "Damn right, ya do!" "Okay Mister Macho, how about a race?" Mary suggested. As the water cleared a little from the splashing, I could see the pink dots of her nipples under the water, obscured by the refraction of the water. "Alright. To the other edge of the pool?" I asked. "Sure, from this edge." Mary placed her hand closest me onto the edge of the pool, I mirrored her stance. Staring right at me, she counted off: "On my count: one.......two....." Just then she lifted her body up so that her breasts were above the water. Water streamed down across those firm beauties, some of the streams converging at her nipples as they cascaded back into the pool. And then, all of a sudden she was gone. It took me a moment to realize that she had said "Three!" and was already off across the pool. I shook my head and started swimming after her, but she had too much of a lead and clearly beat me to the other side. She had a giant smile across her face, "Hey there, slow poke!" "That was a cheap move." I said. "I'm just taking heed of your advice and using what I have to my advantage." She replied with smugness. "I guess I can't fault you for that. They are an excellent distraction and they are a much nicer reward than just winning a race." "How about a rematch? Maybe you'll be a little less distracted this time." She said as she purposefully bounced up and down, just to the point where her nipples would pop above the water for an instant before being consumed once again by her own waves. "I'll definitely win this time!" "We'll see." There was that devilish smile again. "To the edge of the shallow end! Ready?" I nodded. "One....two....three!" I burst through the water, hoping, that maybe if I won this one, I could earn some other type of reward from her. I was definitely in the lead this time. As I was just getting into the shallow part of the pool, I suddenly felt my bathing suit slid down, I stopped kicking, and my suit was pulled completely off of me. I stood up in the water, and after clearing the water away from my eyes, I swung around and saw Mary standing by the side edge with my trunks out in front of her. "Looks like you lost in two different ways." Mary said, swinging the suit back and forth. She was standing in the shallowest part, so her breasts were completely out of the water, and only my own trunks stopped me from seeing them. I started to walk towards her, and she was staring down into the water, trying to see what she could through the wavy water. Just as I got close to her she said, "What? Do you want these?" as she pulled the trunks in one hand behind her head, out of my reach. Thinking I could gain the advantage, and an added perk, I said, "Yes," and grabbed onto her breasts. They felt wonderful in my hands, soft yet firm. I felt her nipples stiffen a little more against my palms. I, myself, started to stiffen up as well. "Nice try," she said. "But I'm not going to—oooo" I gently rubbed her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. "Not—not going to drop these." "I'll just take them back then." I said, as I pushed up against her body, my one hand reaching up for the suit, the other wrapping around her back. I stayed low, insuring that my dick slid between her thighs. I /struggled/ to get a hold of my suit, causing our nipples to rub against each other, as well as our bodies rubbing together below the water. "I can't seem to REACH them." I said as I grinded my sex against hers. She threw my suit behind her, and it made a hard slap against the ground. "Hmm, I guess I'll just have to improvise." I said, as I reached down, and pulled at the two ties on the sides of her bikini bottoms. The bows released and I took hold of the fabric and pulled it out from behind her. As our bodies touched, without anything between them, Mary went in hard for a kiss. I've never had such a passionate, yet lust-filled, kiss in my entire life. Our tongues played off of each other. It felt like our tongues were two electric wires, sparks arcing between them whenever they just barely touched. I lowered my hands and grabbed onto Mary's ass, and she jumped up and wrapped her strong legs around me, her arms around my neck. She pulled out of the kiss, biting my lip between her teeth as she pulled away. She looked hard into my eyes. Her pupils were fully dilated, staring deep into my eyes. My heart raced faster as she gazed at me. Our breathing was deep, and began to match up. We were granting each other access to share in the deepest connection two people can share. No words needed to be said, we both completely understood. I felt her slowly raise her body up, and position herself so that I was pressed just against her entrance. Muscles all over my body started to twitch very slightly, but I didn't break her stare. She settled her weight down, and I slowly entered into her. We matched our eyes until the edge of my crown slid past her folds, and her head went back as we moaned in unison. She kept sliding down onto me. I thought it might be painful for her because I could not believe how tight she was. She only stopped when I was fully inside of her. Our pelvises pressed against one another, slick from the water and tanning oil. I'm sure she could feel me throbbing inside of her, and she gasped when my dick convulsed, releasing some precum into her. She raised herself up slowly, and then slid back down again with a long moan. Her face clearly showed the pleasure, and her moans were the most erotic sounds I had ever heard. She started to ride me faster, my hands on her ass helping to raise her up and down along my manhood. The water started to swirl and splash a little around us. She locked her hands together behind my neck, and hung off of me. Her amazing breasts were bouncing more and more, her nipples fully erect and a deeper shade of red. I rested her back a bit against the smooth edge of the pool and lower my head down to take one of her breasts into my mouth. I dance my tongue across her nipple as she continues her moans. With her weight partially supported by the edge of the pool, I reach one of my hands around to the front of her. My fingers trace down her stomach, and through her short, wispy, golden curls. My fingertips find her little button. To my surprise, the moment that they touch, she screams out and I feel her muscles grip my dick as an orgasm courses through her body. Her screams go silent even though her mouth is wide open as the pleasure overwhelms her body. The pleasure is almost too much for me as her muscles convulse. I stop from thrusting for a moment and hold on tight, trying not to climax yet. She can't stop from squirming, which doesn't help me since my dick has become overwhelmingly sensitive, and every slight movement threatens to send me over the edge. My body convulses, but it is a shallower feeling than usual. I'm having an orgasm, but I'm not ejaculating. It feels like there are ripples coming up from my testicles, surging into the head of my penis, and then bouncing back, to then course through my entire body. The feeling is absolutely incredible and I scream out from the all-consuming pleasure. Amazingly, this actually increases both my sensitivity and my lust. I start to ram into Mary with full force as my fingers move her clit in circles. I move my head up to her neck and begin to lightly bite all over. I feel like I cannot get enough of her. She locks her fingers in my hair and aggressively pulls my head up to hers and we lock our lips once again. As I change up my pattern on her clit, her moans vibrate into my mouth. I break away from her lips, and trail down her neck, to her breasts. Her breasts taste of a mixture of the chlorine and her sweat. I trace my tongue around her areola which is just barely raised from the rest of her breast. When I get to the bottom, I quickly flick my tongue up so it just hits across her nipple, while at the same time, quickly ramming into her. She lets out a sharp, but pleasured, yelp. I take her nipple gently in between my teeth and flick at the nipple with the tip of my tongue. I do the same to her other nipple. She pulls herself up, her nipple sliding out from between my teeth, slightly stretching but then snapping her breast back into place. She launches herself at my lips. It is a crazy combination of kissing and biting on my lower lip. Then she moves down along my neck and somehow instantly finds my sweet spot there. I swear my dick somehow got even larger at that moment. I was in pure ecstasy as the sensual shockwaves were shooting down from my neck, and up from my groin. I was moaning with every breath as she tongued and lightly bit at my neck while I was plunging into her sweet, tight, pussy. I knew there was no way I could last, as I was being overloaded with so much pleasure. She moved her mouth next to my ear, her heavy breathing blasting warm air across it, every other breath accompanied by a small moan. She breathily whispered, "I want you to cum inside me. I want you to fill me." To drive home her point, she lightly bit my earlobe and pulled away, her teeth dragging across the sensitive skin. She started to use her legs more to pull hard against me with each thrust, quickening her pace even more. Her moans were increasing, and she once again attacked my sweet spot on my neck with her mouth. I couldn't hold out any more, and with a loud groan, I exploded into her. At the same time, her mouth came off of my neck and she let out a small scream, I felt her pussy clamp down on me, and her hips started to shake. With each thrust, I shot more into her, and she dug her nails into my back as we climaxed together. Loud moans are emphasized with each thrust as our climaxes peak and we begin to slow as the energy drains from our bodies. As the last few drops shoot out, we could feel little shivers coursing through each other, little aftershocks rocking our bodies. We just held each other tight for a few minutes as we tried to regain our breath and come down from the high. Her legs still wrapped around me, I carried her the few feet and up the steps of the pool. I gently laid her down on the cool grass and lay down next to her. We smiled that fantastic giddy smile at each other while I ran my hand ever-so-gently along her side and her hip. It wasn't long before we both feel asleep on the soft grass, under the late afternoon sun. To be continued...