3 comments/ 23418 views/ 16 favorites Friend Zone By: Ashson Katherine, more commonly known as Kate, was a long-time friend of mine. We'd gone to kindergarten together and went to the same schools, often in the same classes. Somehow or other we never dated. We were just friends. I'd discuss my girlfriends with her when I wanted advice and she'd do the same where her boyfriends were concerned. I patted her on the back when a boyfriend dumped her, telling her if he didn't appreciate her he wasn't good enough for her. If either of us needed a partner for an emergency we were on each other's speed dial. For all that, I was well and truly parked in the friend zone and was quite happy with that. At least, I thought I was. It had been a hot summer's day and it looked as though it was going to be a hot summer evening. Getting home from work I changed into beach gear and was about to head off when I saw Kate on her way home. She still lived only a few doors up. I stepped out onto the street and accosted her, strolling along next to her. "Hi, Kate. Little on the warm side, isn't it?" "Ha, tell me about it. I'm practically melting. I can't wait to get inside and change." "Speaking of changing, I'm heading to the beach just as soon as I'm ready, which is right now. However, being a nice bloke, I'll linger for a short while if you want to come along. We can buy dinner while we're there." "For a man, you sometimes come up with the right idea," she laughed. "Come on in and wait while I get changed." I followed her inside and was somewhat startled when Kate took off her blouse while still in the process of entering the house. By the time the door closed behind me she was already reaching around to undo her bra. "Ah, hold it a second, Kate," I said quickly. "Just what do you think you're doing?" "Getting changed for the beach," she said, looking surprised. "You just invited me along, remember?" "I can see you're getting changed," I pointed out in a dry voice. "With a man standing right here?" She looked puzzled. "What? Who?" she asked, looking around. She must have seen the satiric look on my face because she laughed. "You? But you don't count. You're my friend." "That's right. Now take off your bra and you'll see just how friendly I'll become." "What?" she said, sounding incredulous. "You've seen me get changed before." "If you stop and consider it, you will realise that I haven't seen you get changed recently. Not for several years, actually. In case you haven't noticed you're no longer a flat-chested tomboy. You've got interesting bumps and curves and a cute little patch of fur." I lowered my eyes suggestively towards her groin and continued. "Unless you shave," I said thoughtfully. "You're teasing me," she said, but didn't seem one hundred percent sure of it. "You keep telling yourself that," I said. "Go ahead and take off your bra. Then you can console yourself with the thought that I'm kidding you while you watch me find out for myself if you shave. And after I've determined that I'll explain to you the essential differences between a man and a woman, including a practical lesson on why this is so. You are old enough now. There again, maybe you've already found out why." This last was added with a quizzical expression, and from the way her face flamed I'd have to say she hadn't. The same couldn't be said for me. I hadn't exactly chosen past girlfriends because of the excellence of their morals. For a moment she looked doubtful and I grinned at her. That was probably a mistake on my part. "Oh, you," she said dismissively, just as she had hundreds of times in the past when I've pulled some sort of prank on her. She flicked open the catch of her bra, letting it drop down her arms, completely disregarding me as a potential threat. She may have had cause to change her mind a few seconds later. I caught her arm and helped the bra to fall off, at the same time pushing her arm behind her back. I also caught her other arm, pushing that behind her as well, finding one of my hands was big enough to hold both her wrists. Ignoring her startled protest I bent down and kissed one full breast, right on the little pink nipple. Then, ignoring a shocked gasp, I did the same to the other nipple. Leaned back a little to admire those pale white globes and then leaned forward again. This time I sucked on first one nipple and then the other, rubbing them with my tongue and rasping my teeth across them. Next time I leaned back both nipples were standing erect, and looking very sexy. Kate, I realised, was actually trying to speak to me. "Grey, what do you think you're doing? You can't do that. You know you can't." "Kate, I can and I just did. I warned you of consequences. You're well and truly old enough to understand the facts of life. Now hush up. I find I'm really curious about fur or no fur." Still holding her wrists behind her I used my free hand to undo the button and zip on her skirt, giving it a push to help it past a couple of generous hips. Kate was wailing something about, "Grey, don't you dare," but I wasn't listening too hard. I was concentrating on easing her panties down. I pushed down first one side and then the other, coaxing them slowly down, while Kate got more and more voluble. They reached a tipping point and gravity helped them to slither down to her ankles. "My, Kate," I murmured, running my hand lightly across her smooth mons. "As bare as when I last saw it, lo, these many years ago. Your chest has certainly changed, though." To emphasise that change I ran my hand gently across her breasts, making sure to rub her nipples as I went. That was the stage when the fun and games came to a screeching halt. A car pulled into the driveway. I saw it over Kate's shoulder. She didn't. "Ah, Kate," I said softly, placing my hand over her mouth to stop her denunciation. "Kate," I repeated, putting a little bit of urgency into my voice. She glared a "what?" at me. "You parents just arrived home. Better run along and get dressed for the beach." "Do you seriously think I'm going to the beach with you now?" "Yes. Your parents would want to know why you aren't going. Better run if you don't want to be caught dressed the way you aren't." She gave me a furious glare, hastily stepped out of her skirt and panties, scooped up her clothes and bolted, while I sat down. "Grey," Kate's mother saluted me as she walked in. I raised a hand in casual greeting. "Just waiting for Kate to get changed," I said. "It's too hot so we're going down to the beach." "Good idea," said her mother. "We're going out again shortly. We've decided to go to the bingo night." With that she dismissed me from her mind and headed into the kitchen. Kate came out shortly after. She was wearing a strapless sundress with what I assumed to be a bikini under it. I could see the straps to the tie and they were the wrong type for a bra. She didn't say anything, just gave me a rather cold look but followed me out to my car. She also didn't say anything until we were almost at the beach but I could see the tension draining out of her when I didn't tease her. By the time we reached the beach she was her normal self. But she'd remember the touch of my mouth on her breasts, I was quite sure. We dumped our stuff on the beach and headed into the water. We clowned around as per usual, and although I found that I was very much aware that Kate was female I didn't try to take advantage of her. I'm quite sure she was also aware that I wasn't female. She still acted the same as always but I could sense the awareness was there and she was just a little confused. The fun time came later when we came out of the water. Kate spread out her towel to lie down and catch some sun. She went to rub on some sunscreen but I took the bottle off her. I could see she wanted to protest but didn't know how. After all, I'd rubbed cream on her hundreds of times. She lay on her tummy, apparently relaxed, while I smoothed cream over her back and on her legs. I could see her tense up when my hands were rubbing along her thighs but I was quite circumspect, not touching anything I shouldn't. She relaxed again when she found I was behaving and didn't worry when I gave her a casual slap on the bottom and told her to roll over. Once again I was circumspect. I didn't even try to slip my fingers beneath the material of her bikini. I simply slowly and carefully rubbed in the cream anywhere she might get burned. It wasn't my fault that her bikini was that small, revealing quite a lot of her feminine attributes. I didn't even get to finish. I'd barely finished creaming the swell of a breast where it rose out of her bikini and she snatched the bottle from me. "I'll finish it," she said, not looking at me. I didn't say anything. I just lay back and enjoyed the sun, leaving her wondering if she'd over-reacted. Dinner time rolled around and we left the beach. We were lazy and just dropped it at a KFC to eat. After dinner things got a little more interesting. All Kate was wearing was her bikini and the strapless sundress. She hadn't bothered to bring anything to change into. Why bother? The bikini would dry fast enough. When we were back in the car I pulled down the back of Kate's dress and pulled loose the bottom tie to her bikini top. While she was reacting to that I loosened the top tie and pulled the top off her, still leaving her covered by her dress. Her face was flaming, and she was trying to express her opinion of me. Trouble was she couldn't put the top back on without lowering her dress to do it. That she wasn't going to do. Before Kate could say the things she was bursting to say I pressed a finger to her lips. "Quiet, Kate," I said softly. "I quite fancy the idea of driving along knowing you're naked under your dress. One of us is going to take off the rest of your bikini. Which one?" "You wouldn't dare," she said slowly. I smiled and lifted my head slightly, giving her a try me look. She didn't. She wanted to but she didn't quite dare. She wriggled out of the bikini bottom, furious, making sure I didn't catch a glimpse of anything. Then she sat back sulking as we drove home. When we got to her place she flung herself out of the car, flouncing up the path to the door. I followed at a more leisurely pace, catching up as she tried to unlock the door. I followed her in, slipping an arm around her waist and directing her towards the front room when she would have rather stormed off to her own room. She turned and gave me a glowering look. "What do you want?" she demanded. "And where are my parents?" apparently just noticing that they weren't there. "They've gone to a bingo night," I told her. "They won't be back for hours. I'm just here to continue from where we left off earlier." I like strapless sundresses, especially when they're held up by an elasticised top. I just tucked my fingers around the top and puled firmly down and the dress slithered all the way to the floor, leaving Kate standing there, all pink and while and naked. "I believe I'd just said hullo to these," I murmured, cupping her breasts. "Please excuse me while I continue." I bent and took a breast into my mouth, tasting it, sucking lightly on the nipple. Kate's hands grasped my hair and pulled and I lifted my head a little. Only so I could switch to the other breasts to repeat the taste test. Her hands were still entwined in my hair but she wasn't really pulling that hard. I lifted my head and regarded her breasts and her nipples, the pair of them standing proud like little soldiers. Kate was flushed and spluttering. "What do you think you're doing? Just stop it and go away." "Kate, when you teased me earlier I distinctly said that if you went on with what you were doing that I'd explain to you the essential differences between a man and a woman, including a practical lesson. This is all part of the explanation." I reached down and my hand closed over her mound. Her eyes opened wide with shock. So did her mouth, for that matter. "This is part of the practical explanation," I said, massaging lightly. "You can't do this," she said, sounding shocked. "Funny. That's what you said earlier, yet here I am, doing it." I let her go and started undoing my belt. Her eyes went wide again and she was shaking her head. I just dropped my shorts, making me as naked as her. "I just think you should see what you've got yourself into," I told her. "I also think you should feel what will be getting into you." I took her hand and closed it over my erection. She started, but didn't let go. "It's alright to look you know," I said gently. She swallowed and slowly looked down. Then she started stroking me softly, seeming fascinated with her present. Moving slowly I eased her over to the couch and got her to sit down. With her sitting next to me, still paying attention to my erection, I started paying more serious attention to her pussy. I stroked her, rubbing lightly, feeling it heating up. I didn't rush to try to slip between her lips and explore. I just kept teasing her, rubbing, scratching very lightly along her lips, feeling them subtly change under my touch. After a while I could feel her inner lips protruding, pushing out from her slit. I rubbed these, feeling moisture on them. I slipped my fingers between her inner lips, probing deeper. Kate gave a startled squeak at the first entry, her hand convulsing on my cock, which was very disconcerting. At that point she stopped stroking my cock, just holding it, seeming to be considering what I was doing to her. She was wet and she was ready. Physically, anyway. Mentally and emotionally? I guess I'd just have to find out. I released her, prying her hand off my erection for a moment, and stood up. Bending I picked up her beach towel from where she'd dropped it when I pulled her dress down. A flick of my wrist and I spread the towel on the floor. I looked and Kate, smiling, my hand indicating the towel. She looked at it and then at me, her nerves on display. "Are you going to rape me?" she asked in a very small voice. "No, Kate," I said, shaking my head. "I'm just going to go as far as you let me. Right now I just want you to lie on the towel for a while." She looked slightly worried, but she also looked aroused, her face was flushed and she was breathing harder than normal. Her arousal won over her fear and she eased herself down onto the towel. I took over at that point, easing her down so she was lying flat. I settled down next to her. What I wanted was to just drop on top of her and take her, but I could wait. My hand closed over her breast, softly holding it. I lightly rubbed her nipple, watching as she moved restlessly under my touch. It was a case of too much and not enough. The answer was simple. I tightened my hold, fondling her breast more firmly. I took possession of her other breast, fondling them both, demonstrating that I was in charge. Bending down, my mouth took over from one hand, savouring her breast. Freed, my hand wandered elsewhere, settling on her mound, rubbing it firmly. Her legs drifted further apart, giving me easier access. I took it, though not in the way she expected. I knelt between her legs and for a moment she almost panicked, fearing what I was about to do. Then she gave a cry of shock, her hands clutching at me as I dipped my head down to her sensitive mound. My tongue worked a wicked magic upon her, dipping into the honey pot, driving her wild. I worked slowly, letting her get used to me, or as used as you could be to a situation like this. Then my tongue flicked across her clit. "Stop!" she shrieked, her whole body bucking under me. I raised my head and looked at her. "A little clarification, please," I suggested. "Do you mean stop completely or just stop teasing? If you mean stop completely I am going to be most disappointed. If you mean stop teasing, I hope you're aware of what the next step will be." To emphasise the point I moved her hand back onto my erection, where she clutched it as though it was a long lost friend. "If I say stop, you're going to just stop?" she asked, sounding vaguely appalled. I nodded. "But if I just say stop teasing you're going to, ah, going to. . ." I nodded again. "You're a rotten bastard," she said bitterly, "and I've never liked you." Taking that as assent for me to continue I settled myself more firmly between her thighs, extracting my erection from her clutches at the same time. Moving slowly I brushed the head of my erection along her lips, letting her feel it. She lifted her head, looking down the length of herself, wanting to see what I was doing. I changed the direction I was brushing against her. Now my cock was brushing her lips from side to side, dragging them apart as I moved, only to let them close and reopen when I dragged back again. I pressed a little harder as I dragged across them. Her lips stretched apart a little more and I pushed down, letting them close around me. All of a sudden I remembered an incident that had happened when Kate was about thirteen. I'd been riding my bike, doing tricks as boys will, including riding up a small ramp for a jump. I'd practised that in secret until I had it right. Kate, as girls will, scornfully dismissed my acrobatic bicycle skills. Anything I could do she could do, and probably better. I'd stepped aside, gesturing her welcome to have a go. I knew damn well she'd stuff up on the first jump. She did, bouncing right out of the seat and coming down hard on the bar, screaming and falling off the bike. She had blood staining her shorts and I nearly panicked. Only nearly. I promptly yelled for help and both our mothers popped up. She was led away crying while I faced parental wrath, hastily explaining that I didn't do anything. She'd had an accident and I hadn't been anywhere near her when it happened. Fortunately, Kate had backed me up, and I didn't get into any trouble. What I hadn't understood was my mother's comment to Kate's mother. "Could have been worse," she said. "He could have caused her to do that when she's older." Kate's mother had just snorted and raised her eyebrows expressively. All of a sudden light dawned. "Kate," I said, pushing in a little deeper, watching her tense up a little. "Do you remember a bike accident when you were thirteen and trying to imitate me with a jump?" She looked confused, wondering why I was harking back to ancient history. "Well, it seems that I was really the first," I said, pushing deeper and finding myself plunging smoothly into her. "That's when I popped your cherry." I was now pushing in firmly, finding Kate's passage yielding quite happily. With a minimum of fuss I drove deep into her, finally taking her. I held myself deep in her, studying her. Her look went from confused, to understanding. The first time nervousness faded and she was now considering with interest what was happening. "Well, I'd like to say that that was painless, but I do remember landing on that bar, and painless it was not. I must say, though, it's taken you a long time between popping my cherry and finally driving home." "These things happen," I said with a shrug. "I will try to speed things up now." Not that I was in a great hurry to speed things up. The first time only happens once, after all, so you'd best enjoy it while you can. I started moving slowly upon her, gently mocking her impatience. Kate was just a tiny bit frustrated, knowing I could be doing more, but also knowing that if she tried to push me I'd slow down even further. At times, perversity ruled our relationship. A little at a time I picked up the pace, feeling my cock sliding along her virgin passage, sending ripples of excitement into her. I wasn't doing too bad on the excitement myself, the drag of her flesh against my cock a work of art in its own right. It didn't take Kate long to respond to me, pushing up to meet me almost from the start. Friend Zone It was funny at the start. She was trying to move faster than me, which led to some confusion, with me almost popping free a couple of times, which led to some mutual consternation. "Damn it, Kate," I grumbled. "Let me lead the dance. Just stay with me. I, at least, know what I'm doing." She settled down, managing to time her pushes to coincide with my own, and I led her into the dance, picking up speed a little more until we had a fine galop going. Then we danced, our bodies moving as one, each of us exciting and arousing the other. Committed to what we were doing, we could let our lust and our passions run, seeking our ultimate pleasure. Kate was gasping and calling on me to do more, more. She was riding high, but something was missing, and she knew it. It was up to me to supply it and she wasn't backward about telling me so. Again, that perversity in our relationship came out, and I worked hard at holding her on the edge. It was damn hard work, too. Holding Kate on the edge meant also holding myself on the edge, and that's never easy. She was almost sobbing before I relented and started driving in to finish the job. (The hell I relented. I simply gave up before I lost my mind.) A few thrusts, fast and hard, really driving home, and Kate was screaming and yielding and climaxing, clinging to me in desperation as her orgasm just tore through her. I was quite relieved, as I climaxed at the same time, thoroughly spraying inside her. We lay back side by side, both of us breathing heavily. "I think, Kate, that, as a friend, it behoves me to let you know when you are making a wrong move and to gently correct you. Taking your top off in front of me was what I considered a wrong move and correction has been applied." "I see. Does this mean that if I make the mistake of taking off my top in front of you again you will feel the need to correct me again?" "Most definitely. One should always do their best for their friends." "I see. Am I allowed to point out when you make a mistake and suggest corrective action?" "Naturally," I said. "It is a two-way privilege." "Then I'd like to point out that you were wrong about how long my parents would be at bingo. I just heard their car drive up." Fucking hell! It was easy for Kate. She just grabbed her dress and the towel and bolted for her room. I, thinking fast, grabbed my own clothes and dived into the bathroom and dressed, waiting in there until I heard Kate call out to her parents. I sauntered out to join them, brushing back my newly wet hair. Friend Zone Ch. 02 It's quite odd at times, watching the latest generation matching up. My daughter and her friends are all around the twenty mark, give or take a year or two, and starting to look around on a serious basis for a likely mate. My attitude with some of the pairings was of the order, 'They've got to be kidding. He/she is a total dork. What can he/she possibly see in him/her?' I saw one highly intelligent young woman seeming quite happy to become engaged to a guy who I thought had the intellectual capabilities of a flea, and a rather dull flea at that. But they seemed happy with each other so who am I to judge? At the other end are those who get friend-zoned. Kath is one of those. She's a bright vivacious young woman. She likes playing sport, keeps herself in good condition, and is widely popular with both sexes. As a friend. No-one seemed to be looking at her as a potential partner. Even a couple of girls who I strongly suspected to be of the lesbian persuasion only ever seemed to treat Kath as a friend. To men and women alike she was a pal and a friend, apparently not lover material. She did date, but as far as I could tell there was never anything serious about it. Mind you, I'm not infallible. Only nearly so. I suppose she could have raging hormones and be seducing all the boys, but doing it extremely discretely, but I doubted it. The girl was a bit of a puzzle. My daughter came up to me the other day, just as she was going out. "Dad, Kath is coming around to borrow my green witch's costume. She's got to take a bunch of nieces trick or treating tonight and need's a decent costume but doesn't want to buy one for just one occasion. We're the same size so I said she could try it on and borrow it if it looked OK." With that she flitted, leaving me to consider exactly what did women mean when they say they're the same size? Much as I love my daughter, I'd still give the points to Kath where busts are concerned. Still, not my problem. I went on doing the things I'd had planned and halfway through the afternoon Kath knocked and I let her in. "The costume is lying on Dianne's bed," I told her, and she smiled, thanked me, and headed off to Dianne's room to try it out. She came out about ten minutes later, looking for me and just a trifle embarrassed. "Um, could you give me a hand, please, Mr B.?" she asked. She was clutching the top of the costume to her and half turning away so I could see she wasn't quite zipped up. "I can't quite do the zip up by myself. If you would. . .?" I had no problem with that and pulled the zip up the last couple of inches. Satisfied she shot back to the bedroom to check herself out in the mirror, only to return a few minutes later. "Um, what do you think?" she asked, pirouetting around to give me a good look. As a father I'd have had a few pointed words with my daughter about the amount of bosom showing. That little bit extra in the bust line made an enormous difference. If she went out asking for trick or treats I knew precisely the sort of tricks and treats she'd be offered. As a disinterested observer – well, that wasn't me. She looked hot. "Can you breathe properly with that top? It looks a little tight," I observed. She hastened to assure me that she could and she was lying in her teeth. It was too tight, I could see that, and she must have known it. I looked a little closer. "Kath, that costume has a built-in bra. You shouldn't really be wearing another one with it. You'll find it too constricting after a short while." Stepping up behind her I pulled the zip down a few inches. "Go and try it without the bra. You'll probably find it fits better." She went to do as advised, blushing as she left. It didn't take her long to return, sans bra, needing the zip done up that last few inches. I obliged and turned her around to face me. "Very nice," I said, speaking quite honestly. "The green suits you and you're no longer showing quite so much cleavage. Much better." She smiled, doing another pirouette, moving more freely I noted. She'd do very nicely with that costume. Ever gone ahead and done something that you know you shouldn't? I mean, you know damn well that you should not do that thing but go ahead and do it anyway. Kath turned her back to me so that I could start off the zipper for her. At least I knew my manners. "Kath," I said quietly, "let me apologise in advance." She was turning to look at me, wanting to know what I was talking about, when I ran the zipper down its full length. I don't think I mentioned that the costume was strapless. A real sexy wicked witch of the West sort of costume. It was held up by fitting very firmly around the bust. With the zipper undone it was no longer held up and promptly slithered floor-ward and Kath was standing there in a small pair of panties. Kath naturally made a grab for it but was way too late, mainly because I caught her hands and prevented her. "What'd you do that for?" she demanded. "And let go of my hands." "I did it because I wanted to see you. Why else? Now hush up for a moment. I haven't finished." I let go her hands, mainly because I needed to use mine to lower those panties I'd mentioned. Kath made the mistake of raising her hands to cover her breasts which meant I had easy access, sliding her panties down while she was still catching on to what I was doing. "Mr B." she squealed, sounding shocked and mortally offended. She had a nice blush going as well. Her hands were waving vaguely around, not knowing what area to cover first. I caught them quite easily, pushing them behind her back and holding them together. I took my time looking her over and she was well and truly worth it. Why some young buck hadn't dragged her off to his bed and chained her to it was beyond me. As far as I could tell she was everything a young man could want. It slowly registered on me that she was still protesting. I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from her body and looked at her face, which was flushed and furious. "Stop getting so het up over nothing," I said soothingly. "No-one will know that I've checked you out bar you and me and I have no intention of telling anyone. Has anyone told you what a lovely body you have?" Apart from shutting up and giving me angry looks she didn't say anything, just waiting for me to release her. Instead of letting her go I reached up and stroked a breast. "Very nice breasts," I said softly, almost talking to myself. "White and shapely and just the right size. Sensitive, too." I could tell that they were sensitive by the way her nipples peaked after only the gentlest of caresses. With that sort of response I just felt I had to keep on caressing them. "Do you mind?" Kath asked, her tone implying that she did. I took it as an honest question. It's very disconcerting when someone takes sarcasm as an honest question. "Not really," I said, "but I think I'd prefer to taste them." Suiting actions to words I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, letting my teeth graze against it while my tongue brushed over it. At the same time I let go her wrists, sliding my hand down to her bottom and pulling her slightly closer to me. "Mr B." she wailed, and I lifted my head and moved away a little. A very little, keeping my hand on the curve of her bottom. "What?" I asked, sounding as though I couldn't see any problem. "I want to get dressed," she said, sounding rather nervous. "I want to go on touching and kissing you," I replied, "preferably while you're still naked. Unless you have some sort of violent objection I'm going to keep doing things like this." In this particular case, 'this' was my hand running across her mons and starting to massage it. "But you can't do this sort of thing," she protested. I considered that a mild protest, not a violent objection, so I kept right on doing that sort of thing. At least, with only my hands occupied I was free to argue the point. "Why not? I want to. I find you a very attractive young woman. I figure that it's not going to hurt you and you may even find you like it." "And just how much touching do you intend to do?" "As much as I can get away with of course." My hand had dipped between her legs and commenced some enthusiastic rubbing, fingers easing their way past her lips and into her cleft, gently probing. She was flushed and breathing hard, nipples erect and really starting to get quite hot and wet. "Just what do you intend doing with this touching?" She really was an innocent. I took my hands off her for a moment. "Kath, my pet," I said. "Once I have finished touching you up a little and getting you nicely aroused I'm going to lie you down on the nearest flat object, spread your legs, and have what the villains describe as my wicked way with you. In case you're not quite sure what that means, let me give you a visual clue." I unzipped and pulled my erection out, watching her eyes open wide. "Get the message?" I asked. "Put that away," she said with a bit of a shriek. "I don't do that sort of thing. You know I don't." "Kath, I don't really care if you've done that sort of thing in the past. All I really care about is that you're going to do that sort of thing with me, very shortly." "You can't. I don't want you to." "Uh-huh. And your wishes in this matter are important to me because???" She looked a trifle stunned at that. Rather a hard question to answer, I suppose. "Kath, if you really don't want me to lay you down and spend some quality time on your body you'd better come up with a pretty cogent argument or put up some real resistance. So far you've done neither." While I was speaking I was also pulling her firmly against me so she could feel the length of me pressing against her nakedness. She started squirming when she realised my cock was touching her, only to stop with a start. "Oh, god, you like me doing that," she gasped. "Indeed," I drawled. "Why did you stop? Didn't you like the feel of me rubbing against you?" "What? No! Of course not," she gasped. "Look, you have to stop this." What she said and what her body seemed to suggest were two different things. She was flushed, nipples erect, sweating very lightly, and breathing harder. I decided to move things along. "No," I told her. "What I need to do is move this along a little." I scooped Kath up into my arms and carried her down to my bedroom, listening to, and ignoring, her complaints every step of the way. Reaching my bedroom I flicked the covers back, even as I laid her on the bed. I stood there admiring the look of her on my bed while I slowly stripped. Kath's eyes seemed to get bigger as she watched me strip, her voice raising slight as she iterated why this whole thing was a bad idea. However, for all her protests, she didn't try to get off the bed. She just lay there, waiting for me. I couldn't help but think if she was truly averse to what was going to happen she'd either fight or run. It's not as though I could chase her with my trousers around my knees. I settled down onto the bed next to her. She was almost quivering with trepidation. "Your turn to touch me," I told her. "What?" "I've been touching you and learning what your body feels like and very nice it is, too," I murmured. "Now it's your turn to touch me and see what a male body feels like." I relaxed and waited. I was fit and my body wasn't in too bad a shape. Nothing for me to be ashamed of. I let her wrestle with the 'should she/shouldn't she' for a short while, then took the decision out of her hand. I took her hand and placed it on my chest, on the assumption she was more likely to go with the 'should' option if it started off harmlessly. She didn't immediately snatch her hand away but let it rest there. After a few moments she started trailing it over me. Her hand wandered around, feeling my general hardness compared to the firm softness of her own body. She got skittish when her hand neared my groin, moving swiftly to the side to avoid touching anything delicate. I let it go the first time, but the second time she tried that I moved slightly. Instead of avoiding my groin she suddenly found herself with a handful of cock, hard and hot and, apparently, intriguing, because she left her hand there, lightly moving it about, nearly sending me through the wall. It seemed to me that if Kath could hold my cock she couldn't really complain if I started touching her again. My hand slid over her, closing upon her pussy, starting a slow sensual massage. At the same time my mouth closed over her breasts, sucking lightly. She made a few incoherent sounds at that point but she didn't let go my erection so I took her noises as being agreement. I started rubbing harder and exploring deeper, fingers now trespassing into virgin territory. An odd indication of the progress I was making in arousing Kath was the strength of her grip on my erection. While lightly aroused and interested she was holding me lightly and exploring. As her arousal grew, so did the strength of her grip. It was starting to get quite painful after a while. I did what any man would do in such a situation. I extracted my cock from her grip and prepared to put it where it would do me the most good. I moved between her thighs, spreading her legs wider, my cock poised for its entry. I looked at her to see if she was going to object but she barely spared me a glance. She was watching my cock as it pressed lightly against her, holding her breath, waiting. Seeing as she had no active objection I pressed forward slightly. As soon as her lips closed over the head of my erection she let out her breath with a gasp. It was a case of, "Oh my god, you're really doing it," as I started pushing deeper. I think I mentioned virgin flesh. That was self-evident fact as my cock found that weak little barrier to glory and kicked its way through. Turned out I should have taken a little longer as Kath gave a horrified squeal of pain. "That hurt, you bastard," was the loving appellation she bestowed upon me. I held still, murmuring apologies, hand busy massaging her mons, distracting her from the painful deflowering. I kept on whispering sweet nothings, praising her courage and how sweet she felt, preparing to move deeper before she could panic and demand I back off. Kath calmed down a little and I pushed deeper. Not very much deeper. She was hot and wet but also very tight and nervous, passively resisting my entry. I had to keep a firm pressure to make any headway at all, her passage seeming determined to fight all the way along. Even as I pushed in I could feel her passage closing around me and gripping me. I swear I have never taken so long just to get my cock in, fighting a tenacious resistance the whole way. I have never been more relieved than when I found my groin grinding against hers and knowing that I was finally in place. I held myself deep inside her, not moving, while I praised her to the skies, telling her how wonderful she felt and how things would just keep getting better and better. I could feel the slow adjustments taking place within her as she settled more comfortably around my cock. Finally I was able to get the show on the road, pulling slowly back and urging her to move with me. No hurry, just move as I move, take your time, get used to me inside you, plenty of time. She was very tentative at first, which was only to be expected, but she quickly found a matching rhythm, moving with me, a dreamy expression on her face. I hate to admit it but I don't think she saw me at that stage. All she was doing was concentrating on was what was happening to her body and she was loving it. With a nice slow movement I was able to keep this stage going for quite a while, just nursing her along, building her excitement, and mine. For a time I was able to just keep taking those long slow thrusts, enjoying the feel of her pushing up to meet me, almost moaning her pleasure. Eventually it all began to be too much for her. As well as moving with me she was starting to writhe about a little, pressing her body harder against me, wanting something more but not knowing how to ask for it. It didn't matter. I was getting the message loud and clear. I started building up speed. The increased speed satisfied her for about one minute. After that she drew the conclusion that if slow was good and faster was better, then even more speed would be better yet. She started trying to hustle me. I was more than ready, quite happy to provide some hard full-length strokes, driving in harder which each thrust. She was all, "Yes, yes, yes. Oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes," which I found very pleasing and encouraging. I picked up the pace again and her vocalisations became somewhat incoherent as she bucked beneath me, taking everything I was giving her and wanting more. Not that I needed to give her much more. A few extra-hard strokes and she was history, giving a high pitched cry as her climax crashed through her, finding my climax busy flooding her as I joined her in the endgame. When she had her breath back the first thing she wanted to know was, "Why did you do that?" Well, that was an easy one to answer; I was a lusty bastard who saw my chance and took it. "Simply put I suppose that it's because I've been wanting you for a long time now," I told her, "and when I saw you in that sexy little witch's costume, with your breasts spilling out, I just couldn't help myself. And, reprehensible though it may be, I just can't find it in myself to regret doing it." That seemed to satisfy her. She gave a contented little sigh and snuggled up next to me. I held her in my arms, letting her relax, one hand gently stroking her breast. It wouldn't be long and she'd remember Halloween and the fact that she had to go and take some kids out. When that happened it would be all squeals and rush, rush, rush, and then she'd be gone. In the interim I could relax and plan my next assault upon her person. I didn't know when or where, but I would have that young lady again, and damned soon.