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New Friends, New Experiences Ch. 01

By: vonWachstein



Author's Note: If you're looking for a story with non-stop sex, this story isn't for you. 



When I was able to get out of my housing contract with the University of Kentucky, I was ecstatic. No longer would I have to put up with the mean girls who always managed to end up on my floor. Somehow they always knew that they could be as nasty as they wanted to be and I wouldn't fight back. It's just not me; I am a pacifist to a fault. Finally, after two years of having to put up with it, I was set free when I met the academic requirements to move off campus.

Kelly Landers, a girl I knew from the Catholic Newman Center, had a house that her parents had bought; they rented rooms out to college students that Kelly knew and trusted. It was a pretty sweet setup; Kelly's parents got money and we got a place to stay. It was a nice house off Cooper Drive, pretty close to campus. I could ride my bike to and from campus, and I did when the mercurial weather of Kentucky allowed me to. I was set to move in before the start of my junior year. 

I was taking some summer courses, so I moved in during June. Since it was during the summer, most of the house mates had gone home, with the exception of A.J. Bowman, one of Kelly's friends from class. Kelly herself was spending the summer vacation in Spain, on a study abroad trip.

If you haven't been to Kentucky in June, let me tell you this: it's so humid that you could wash your hair on a Sunday and not have it be properly dry until Friday. This is a problem for me, as I have wavy brown hair that extends to the middle of my shoulder blades. So when I moved in that Monday, with the record-shattering heat, I was more than glad to see that my new house included an in-ground pool. I hurriedly unpacked all my clothes (seriously, why had I packed so much? I live one county away) and changed into my bikini and a pair of cheer shorts for a swim. Like a lot of girls, I chose a bikini not because I wanted to show myself off—rather, I'd prefer not to—but because of my build. 

Proportionately, I have longer legs and a short torso, so one-pieces tend not to fit; because of that, I often buy modest mix-and-match bikini sets. I've always been pretty modest. I never got in trouble at school for breaking dress code, and I went to a strict Catholic school. I am proud of my looks, as I wear a size 6, have 34B/C breasts, and am a fairly typical 5'5"; I like the curves I have. They may not be Marilyn Monroe curves, but they work for me. My favorite things about me are my smile and my eyes. I have great teeth from years of braces, so I take care of them. They're a perfect white, and my eyes are a vivid teal, which sets off well against my cinnamon brown hair. So overall, I like how I look. However, my body is mine, and I prefer to keep it private. 

I padded on bare feet through the kitchen and out the patio door. The patio included several chaise chairs, a fire pit, a grill, and the pool. I placed my folded towel on a chair and quickly stepped out of my shorts, putting them beside the towel. The pool beckoned, and I was not one to keep it waiting. The cool water was so refreshing as I descended the cement stairs. Diving deep, I relished the cool water washing over me before I surfaced. Rolling onto my back, I floated around aimlessly for about a half hour. I didn't have to work for the next few days, I had a very nice in-ground pool, and I didn't have a worry in sight. After a while, I got out and lay out to tan. At my house in Versailles, my neighbor's son is a little too interested in me, so I generally don't lay out there. Finally, I had a place that I could sunbathe in peace. 

I fell asleep and woke up some time later to a dog licking my hand. "Hey there, buddy," I said as I sat up. It was a cute light brown and white dog, a corgi, by the looks of him. He jumped up beside me and plopped his head in my lap, so I couldn't help but pet him. A car door shut in front of the house; AJ must have come home. A few seconds later, AJ came out the back door. He was tall, at about six feet two inches, with short black hair. He was pretty cute, with a muscular build and an easygoing smile. He had an ovular face, high cheekbones, and a hooked nose, which reminded me of photographs of Sitting Bull. He wasn't movie-star attractive, but he was handsome in a rugged way. 

"C'mere, Bugsy!" He called. Bugsy the dog jumped up and trotted to him, and followed obediently at his heels. He strode towards me and held out his hand. "I'm Andrew James Bowman, but I prefer AJ. You must be Maura." He said, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. 

I stood and shook his hand. He had a firm enough shake, but toned it down some for me. "Yes, I'm Maura Davidson. You'll be living here over the summer, right?" 

"Yep, I'm taking some gen-eds this summer so I can blitz the architecture requirements in the fall. How about you?"

"I'm in pre-pharmacy, taking physics 300 and chemistry 391 over the summer." I responded as I toweled dry.

"Cool. Sorry about Bugsy, he likes the ladies," he laughed.

"Oh, it's all good. He's a little cutie. I like dogs as long as they're not yappy." I said as I sat down and pulled on my shorts. I held out my hands to beckon Bugsy to me, and he jumped into my arms. I reflexively caught him, but it took me by surprise. He licked my face and neck, and I laughed. I'm really ticklish, and he seemed to know exactly where I was ticklish the most. 

"If you're hungry, I was about to make some burgers, if you want some." He offered. 

"Sure, I'm pretty famished." I chirped. "I'm going to go get dressed."

"Sounds good. I'll get the grill going, it'll be about a half hour." He was already adding charcoal. I went inside and put on a camisole over my bikini top. I thought about swimming later, so I didn't want to get dressed totally. This would at least keep me a little warmer, as the water had cooled me down a lot, and it would cover me up some. 

In the kitchen, I found a butcher-paper parcel containing a couple pounds of ground meat. Figuring I should at least help out with supper, I washed my hands and began pressing out patties of meat. I noticed that it was very lean meat. A few minutes went by, and AJ came in to get the meat.

"Oh, thanks for pressing those out. This is venison, I don't think I told you that earlier. Are you still down with that?"

I thought for a second. I had never eaten deer meat before, and was a little hesitant. Being a city girl whose family lived in either suburban Louisville or Lexington, I never really was exposed to eating such things. If we wanted meat, we ate beef, chicken, or pork; never something like venison. I don't know what took hold of me, but I said, "Sure, what the heck. I'll eat anything once." I wondered if I would regret my words.

About a half-hour later, AJ slid a cheese slice on my burger, waited for it to melt a little, and put it on a bun, which he put on my plate. He sliced a tomato and some lettuce, which I then added. I finally bit into it, with no small amount of reservation, and was immediately glad I did. The meat was different from beef; it was a lot more tender and had a different taste that's hard to put into words. "Oh, wow, this is amazing." I said after I swallowed the bite. "Did you...kill the deer?" Part of me immediately regretted that question.

"Yep, I sure did, Maura. I harvested that deer last fall, and made some jerky, some steaks, and ground some up for tacos and burgers. Let me tell you though, it may taste good now, but it tastes a lot better fresh." He took a moment to savor his burger. "I take it you're not around hunters much?" He asked lightly. 

"No, not really, my family is from the city. It seems kind of brutal, all this for food. I mean that for the store bought meat too. It has to come from somewhere. I'm not a vegetarian, but I normally eat pretty low on the food chain." I responded. I tried to eat a lot of fruits and veggies for the health benefits, especially given my family history of high cholesterol. "Grain, fruits, and vegetables don't take a lot of resources. Red meat does, and I try to look after my impact on the world."

To my surprise, he responded, "Yeah, I can dig that. We do have to look after Mother Earth. I prefer to eat meat I've hunted myself because of a couple things. The first is, it's cheaper. I use the bow my granddad made and buy a license every year. I get a lot of meat for cheap. Secondly, it's a moral issue. Hog farms and meat farms of any sort are pretty cruel places; they just fatten them up and kill them. No regard is given to the animal's comfort. When I hunt, I know that the animal I take has lived a good life, out in the open where it belongs. I only take shots I know I can make, and that I know will put the animal down without any undue suffering. I only hunt in season, and I only take the animals I need. I don't hunt for sport, and I try to use as much of the animal as I can, from the hide or feathers to the bones and whatnot."

"I never thought about it like that." I looked down at my burger, thinking about our impact on the world. "You said your granddad made your bow?"

At this, AJ's eyes lit up. "Yeah, he did. He was a Lakota Sioux, and spent a lot of his time on Pine Ridge Rez in South Dakota. He lived there for all of his childhood and adolescence. Some of the older men who lived there remembered how to make bows, and taught him. He made a couple that were flops, a couple that were lighter bows that he could grow up with, and then he made this one. He made it when he was eighteen. Most of his kids—my mom, my two aunts and my three uncles—weren't that much into hunting. They thought it something that had died out with Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse. Then I came along, and I spent all the time I could hanging around him and listening to his old hunting stories. When he got too old to hunt, and when I was old enough, he passed it down to me. He passed on a few weeks after I showed him the first buck I took with it. I think he just wanted to know someone else was keeping the traditions alive."    

"Wow. That's really cool, although I'm sorry he died." I said around a bite of venison. "How do you tan the leather?"

He laughed loudly at this. "Trust me, you don't want to know...not while you're eating or anytime shortly after. I'll tell you later."

We finished eating and swam some. His eyes seemed to linger as I took off my cami and shorts, although it wasn't the same as what my old neighbor did. He seemed legitimately appreciative, not hungry like Jonny was. It still weirded me out a bit. Being looked at sexually isn't something I'm used to. 

The next few weeks went by without event. I went to work at my job at Joe Balogna's, an Italian restaurant in what used to be a church; AJ worked as a bartender at the Hot Tin Roof bar. We rarely saw each other with the hours we worked. During the times we were both around, I noticed he was easy to talk to, as well as easy to look at. We got along very well, and I was happy to have a roommate that I could get along with so well. I came home from class one day to see him mowing the back yard shirtless. He was in incredible shape, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach take flight.

One night, after I got off from a terrible day at work, I came home and found AJ and Bugsy on the back deck, with a weird device beside him, it looked like a pot on the bottom with hoses coming out of a stem sticking out the top. He breathed in on a hose and breathed out some smoke.

"Hey, Maura. How was work?"

I collapsed into one of the chaise chairs, curled my legs under me, and took my hair down with a sigh. "To be honest, it sucked. The governor came in, and I didn't realize his wife was such a bitch. Everything I did was wrong according to her. First, the breadsticks didn't have enough garlic, then they were too garlicky, and the shitstorm started there." He coughed out a smoke cloud and stared. I don't think he'd heard me swear in the month we lived together. I'm generally a pretty optimistic and cheerful person, but I tend to let people get to me if they get nasty with me. 

"I'm sorry. She always seems like such a sweet person on TV, who'd have thought she was so bitchy? They should remember that we put them in office, and we can just as easily take them out, and being a giant bitch isn't going to help a re-election bid." AJ said as he took a drag on whatever it was he was smoking and blew a series of smoke rings. "Is there anything I can do for you? I could make you a drink, get some ice cream..." 

"Yeah, there is, actually. What is that thing, and is it legal?" I gestured to the four foot tall thing beside him. "And if it is legal, can I get some?"

At this, his jaw literally dropped. "Who are you, Maura's edgy twin Laura?" He said with his infectious laugh. "This is a hookah, it's a middle eastern tobacco smoking device. I don't smoke weed, so don't worry about that. It's legal, and you put flavored tobacco up here," he gestured to the top, where some glowing coals sat atop a ceramic bowl with aluminum foil on top. "Then, when you inhale on it, the smoke comes down through the water, where it cools down, and then up through the hose and to you. This flavor is what I call 'Orange Dreamsicle,' a mix of orange and vanilla." 

I never thought of myself as a smoker of anything before, but I figured trying it once wouldn't hurt. I held out my hand, and he passed me the hose. As I inhaled, the sweet taste of what really tasted like an orange dreamsicle greeted my taste buds. The fun was short lived as the smoke irritated my lungs. I started coughing and couldn't stop for a minute or so. I finally got myself under control. "Ok, let's try again. I'll go slower this time," I said, inhaling again. I managed to hold the smoke for a few seconds before I exhaled. I didn't cough this time. Taking another drag, I noticed that I started to get light headed. "Woah!" I said, surprised at the feeling. "I thought you said there wasn't weed in here?"

"There's not. Tobacco makes you feel a little high from the lack of oxygen going to your brain. It's not weed, I swear." At that, I looked at him, a little suspicious, to which he just smiled his cute little smile. I took another drag and held it in longer, relishing how I was so easily letting go of the stress. I blew the smoke out my nose and passed the hose back to him. "You know, I can still make you a drink, if you'd like. I'm pretty good at it." He said as he inhaled. 

"One vice at a time, cowboy. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I'm not big on alcohol or other things that change who you are." I smiled at him to let him know I wasn't angry.

"Sounds good. Have you ever drank before?"

"Nope, I never have, not even for my 21st. It's kind of a religious thing," I said as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Not a drop?" AJ looked at me in disbelief.

"Not one single drop. Until tonight, I'd never smoked anything. I've never gotten a speeding ticket, never had sex, never had anything besides my ears pierced, nothing."

AJ looked me in the eyes. Sometimes when he did that, it freaked me out a little. He had a very piercing gaze; his eyes were a vivid, piercing green like a cat's. "I bet you get a lot of crap, people saying you're too good for them, right?" 

"Yeah, a bit." I hoped he wasn't going to give me crap for it; I really wasn't in the mood. Then again, he didn't seem the type to.

"Don't change who you are for other people, Maura. I mean that. If you want to change because it's something you want to do, that's fine; do it. But don't give in to someone who makes you feel like you need to change. In a world of sluts, tramps, and flaky chicks, you are a refreshing change. They just say you're too good to hope to bring you down to their level. There aren't too many good girls left."

I was flattered by this. Few people actually thought of my innocence as a good thing. Most guys just saw it as a hindrance between them and getting some. "Aww, thanks, AJ. I really appreciate that. You're a sweet guy yourself. You're not like a lot of guys I've met here, most of them think I'm too good for them."

"You're not too good for them, they're not worthy of you. There's a difference there." He stood up and sat down on the end of my chaise lounge. "They're probably the guys who want nothing more than to say they took a beautiful girl's virginity. They don't realize sex isn't necessary for a relationship. All mine in the past have done without."

I blushed a bit at his compliments, and felt the familiar butterflies again. "I didn't realize you were a virgin too." I said, scooting a little closer to him. His hand reached out for mine. I took it, smiling as I squeezed his hand gently. 

"Yep, I am. I typically don't talk about it one way or another. But over the past month, I have found that I want to get to know you more. Would you want to go out sometime?" His green eyes sparkled as he spoke.

I laughed gently. "You really know how to turn a girl's day around, don't you? Of course I will." We spent the rest of that night talking and smoking under the stars. We went to bed after the tobacco dried out, which was about an hour later. 

AJ and I began dating shortly thereafter. One July night, as we were walking back to his Ford truck after our second date at Tolly Ho, a local pub famous for their burgers, a man stepped from the shadows of an alley near where AJ had parked. As he walked towards us, I sensed AJ tense up beside me. The man stopped in front of us, barring our way. I couldn't see his face, as he had a Lexington Legends baseball cap pulled low. We stopped, and AJ passed me the keys to his car. "Go, get in the car, lock the doors," he muttered to me tersely. I didn't bother trying to disagree. 

As I stepped off the sidewalk to run across the street to AJ's blue F-150, I turned and saw the man pull out a knife. The man said something, but I couldn't make it out. He was undoubtedly after AJ's money. "Come and take it, asshole!" I heard AJ yell. I got the feeling he was trying to make as much noise as possible, so from the car, I decided to help. I fumbled with the keys before managing to open the door, and I started to honk the horn. This did, however, nothing. No police officer came around the corner. No one looked outside to see what the commotion was. We were very alone.

The man lunged towards AJ, who ducked backwards, grabbing an empty beer bottle from the ground beside a trash can. They circled each other like wolves about to fight, sizing each other up. The man lunged, but as he did, he tripped. AJ took the opportunity to smash the beer bottle over his head. The knife slipped from his grasp, clattering against the sidewalk. AJ dove for it like a football player after a loose ball, and threw it into a nearby utility pole, where it stuck in the wood point-first. The man staggered to his feet after the savage blow, his hat knocked off and his head bleeding. AJ held the broken bottle like a knife, waiting for the man to make a move. 

He lunged, and AJ's left fist shot out, catching the man on the chin. He tossed away the broken Corona bottle as the man tried to tackle him. AJ wrapped his left arm around his neck, holding him in a headlock, and began throwing a relentless barrage of punches for his ribs and kidneys, punctuating the punches with devastating knee strikes. 

After about twenty unanswered hits landed, he let go of the man, who collapsed in a bleeding, broken heap on the sidewalk. AJ walked away, snatching the knife from the utility pole as he passed it. 

He opened the door and collapsed in the driver's seat. He was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. "I...am...gassed." He gasped.

"Oh my God, AJ, are you all right?" I was starting to panic now.

"Yeah...I'm fine...call the cops." He gasped, looking at his knuckles. They were red and slightly swollen. 


New Friends, New Experiences Ch. 01



I said nothing as I called the cops. It was better this way, so it wouldn't look like we were the aggressors. I relayed our information to the dispatcher, and we waited for the police officer to show up. About twenty minutes later, a Lexington police car pulled up with its lights on. We got out of the truck and signaled to the officer. After giving our report of the incident and turning over the knife, the officer led the would-be mugger away in handcuffs. We were free to leave.

We got home and sat in the living room, talking over what happened. AJ made himself a drink. I tagged along into the kitchen. "What can you make that's not too strong? Let's go for a girly drink." I asked. I figured that tonight was as good a reason as any to have a first drink. 

"Well, I can make a Jolly Rancher, it tastes a lot like candy. It has grenadine, Sprite, peach schnapps and apple schnapps. Sex on the Beach is good, it's a mix of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry and orange juice. That's a good girly drink," I noticed his laugh was a little forced. I didn't care though. 

"I like the sound of the Jolly Rancher." With that, we clinked glasses and drank. It warmed me up a little bit as I drank. I didn't feel anything right off. I guess it would take a while. 

"So are you all right?" AJ asked me as we sat on the couch.

"Yeah, it just freaked me out. You could have died, babe." I squeezed his hand. "We both could have." He handed me another drink, which I quickly polished off. It tasted great, and I could barely taste any alcohol in it.

"I wasn't about to let that happen, especially to you. I just tapped back into my training and the adrenaline. I can't remember much. I remember throwing the knife into the telephone pole and then I remember feeling a rib crack when I kneed him. Past that, I don't remember it. It's just a void. Just please know that I don't enjoy doing that."

"You'd have to be a sick person to enjoy it. I'm glad you don't. How about another drink?" I asked. 

"Sure." He said simply, taking my empty glass. He expertly mixed a third drink, spinning the bottles around his hand as he put his art into the process. He poured himself a shot of Bushmills whiskey and we clinked glasses again. 

We drank. As I polished mine off, the first one began to tickle my mind, delightfully obscuring my senses. "I think tonight, you showed you're around for the long haul."

He placed his empty scotch tumbler on the coffee table. "I don't want to sound clingy, but I'd do anything for you. I love you." He turned to me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. His emerald green eyes met mine.

"I love you too." I said, feeling my knees getting a little weak. His right hand moved to the back of my head, and he guided me in for a long, steamy kiss. My heart beat faster as we kissed. I pulled away, and smiled my best sexy smile. "How about we take this somewhere else?"

He smiled back, and I took his hand and guided him to my bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and sat on my bed. He sat beside me, leaning in close. "Now, where were we?" he murmured as he started to kiss me again. I kissed him back, and soon, I opened my mouth a little, letting my tongue brush against his lips like a traveler knocking on a door. His lips then opened, and we kissed like we had never kissed before. He pulled his hand from my hair to unbutton and shrug out of his shirt. I let my hands wander a bit as he resumed making out with me. Finally, after about ten minutes of this, a crazy idea overtook me. He was half-naked for me, and I should even the odds, even just a little bit. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it slip slowly down my arms. I now only wore my bra and skirt, and I felt a hot swoop of excitement in my stomach as I made out in such little clothing. I felt AJ's hand sneak up my spine as he gently slipped a thumb behind my bra strap. 

"So tempting," he murmured as he playfully nibbled on my ear. Something about my ear being nibbled began to turn me on.

"Give into it, then," I said in the sultriest voice I could muster. 

At this, he pulled back a little. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to. I want you," I said. 

"This isn't the alcohol talking?" he asked suspiciously.

"For the love of God, AJ, undo it!" I said exasperatedly as I gently bit his shoulder. Although I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking, at this point, I didn't care. I felt that I could trust this man. He had just put his life on the line for me, and if that wasn't an expression of love, I had no idea what was. I couldn't help but know that deep down within me, I loved him too. I gently bit his other shoulder, adding just enough tooth to not tickle. He made a moan of enjoyment at the bites and clumsily undid the clasp. 

He slid my bra slowly off my shoulders, relishing the view of my breasts. As he tossed the bra aside, I felt my nipples begin to harden and stick out. AJ gently pushed me back so I was laying down, and he lowered himself on top of me. Slowly, he kissed my lips, and then my chin, and my neck. I didn't realize that my neck was so sensitive; as he kissed it, my back arched in sensual bliss. "Oh, baby, do that again," I moaned. He did, a slow, tender kiss on the front of my neck, before moving down to my collarbones. With every kiss I became more turned on. Then he began kissing my boobs, and then, after a lot of teasing, began to lick and suck my nipples. I had never felt so turned on. He pinched one between his lower lip and upper teeth. I had never thought I'd be turned on by something so seemingly S&M, but I loved it. I ran my hands through his short black hair, holding his head against my breasts. He took the hint and kept on, driving me crazy. He pulled up, grinning.

"Think we're a bit overdressed for the occasion, baby?" He asked.

"Oh yeah," I responded. I pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, which he quickly slipped out of. I unfastened my denim skirt and slid it, along with my panties, off. We took a moment to survey the other's naked body. He really was sexy; washboard abs, muscular legs, and wow, was his cock gorgeous! I surprised myself thinking such things. What happened to innocent little Maura? I didn't mind the new me though. I was having fun, for me and no one else. 

AJ's hand brushing over my vag brought me back to reality. "I like the lack of hair down there," he said as he touched my sex. "Just for me, or is this what you always do?"

I looked down at myself. Not a single body hair grew on me. I guess it did look rather sexy. I hadn't ever thought of it that way, as I never really thought of myself as a sexual girl. "It's something I've always done. When I hit puberty and started growing the hair, I hated it and shaved it all. I hate body hair, so I keep myself smooth all over." A few years ago, I had even had laser hair removal, so since then, I never had to shave.

"Well, it's a good thing you date a guy who is a quarter Lakota Sioux. We typically don't have body hair, myself included."  He gestured to his slick abs and chest, and only a few hairs grew on his legs and crotch. "Before we go any further...do you have anything like a condom? I love you, but not so much that I want a kid with you right now."

"I've been on the pill for a few years for bad periods, so I won't get knocked up; there should be a free one from student health in the drawer if you'd prefer. Plus, I'm clean and since you're a virgin too, you are, right?"

"Yup. Sounds good." With that, he moved back over me, kissing from my nipples down my flat belly. His lips gently caressed my pussy lips, his tongue finding the opening between them. Pleasure like I'd never felt before began to sweep over me. I began to rock my hips rhythmically, rocking back and forth as his tongue worked its way around my clit. He didn't lick at it madly like I would have expected him to; he slowly, tenderly, and lovingly caressed it. I ran my hands through his hair again, holding his head against my bare crotch. He licked harder, and the waves of pleasure increased. 

"Oh, God, AJ!" I moaned as I neared what I guessed was an orgasm. My hips began to buck harder, and I knew now I was getting close. AJ licked and caressed with tenacity, even as I began to cum. I began to spasm, pleasure now consuming my body. Time lost meaning as I experienced body-shuddering wave after wave of orgasm. AJ finally ceased his licking and snuggled in beside me, wrapping a muscular arm around my trim waist. Too spent to get dressed or much less move, we quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.



New Friends, New Experiences Ch. 02



I woke up in a groggy state, a headache from the drinks last night dulling my senses. "Ugh," I grunted as I rolled over. Beside me lay my boyfriend, AJ Bowman. He lay on his back, snoring gently. I nestled my nude body against his and drifted back to sleep. 

I woke up again about a half hour later. My right leg was draped over AJ's lower waist, and I rolled onto my back. I scratched at my pubic area and felt an odd, dried fluid on my twat, my body's own lube from the night before. I smiled to myself, remembering the fun we'd had the night before. AJ had given me a crazy orgasm when he had gone down on me, caressing my clit with his tongue. We had collapsed in a heap and fallen asleep, too spent to continue. Sitting up, I saw a tented bulge from beneath the sheets coming from around his waist. I smiled devilishly. I was going to give him a wake-up call he'd never forget. Slowly pulling the sheet to the foot of the bed, I moved down to around his waist and gently took his manhood in my hand. It was hard and I gently placed my lips over the head, pushing down on it and taking it as far as I could. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth, but that didn't matter. I pulled off of it, my lips clearing the tip with a loud pop. I kissed the tip again, flicking my tongue around the foreskin. Gently pulling the foreskin down, I ran my tongue in figure-eights around the head. As I did this, he stirred. 

"OhmyGod, baby!" he exclaimed as my head bobbed up and down over him. His fingers ran through my hair, gently pushing my head down. He released me after a moment, and I pulled up with a grin.

"Hey there, baby. Having fun?" I asked, licking my lips seductively. 

"Hell yeah!" he responded. I went back on him, licking the tip of his cock. I put myself in his shoes for a moment. If I had a cock to be sucked, what would I like? I decided to try to cup his balls and see where that got me. As I gently caressed them, I felt a spasm beneath me. 

"Score one for Maura," I thought to myself. I slowed down my licking of his head and went back to bobbing up and down, adding a little suction. Every once in awhile, I would throw in a lick to his head, and he really seemed to like it. 

"Oh God, Maura." He tried to push my head off him. He didn't have any mercy yesterday, and in a perverse game of Karma, I decided not to give him any relief either. I licked his head again, and his body thrusted towards me as his orgasm neared. "I'm gonna cum, you don't want to take it, do you? Pull up!"

I loved how he was still a consummate gentleman even when getting a hummer. My teal eyes were full of mischief as I grunted "Nm-mm" around his cock, telling him no. I was going to take it. Hopefully I wouldn't regret it, I'd heard of some girls barfing afterwards. I gripped the bottom of his cock with my free hand and began jerking him off as I continued to go down on him. I felt him tense beneath me as he began to cum. String after string of his cum hit the roof of my mouth. I instinctively swallowed it, and kept pumping. He kept shooting his sperm, and I kept swallowing it. I gave him three final pumps, and the last of his semen came into my mouth. I took a moment to taste the liquid in my mouth. It wasn't bad. It was kind of sweet, kind of salty. It had a taste all its own. I swallowed the final drops and smiled. 

"I never thought you'd be one to swallow," he said in awe.

"When you make me cum like you did last night, I have absolutely no problem with it." I grinned sexily as I caressed my nude boobs. "What do you say we get clean and dirty at the same time?"

"I don't follow," he said, a look of incomprehension crossing his face.

"Let's shower together. It'll be fun!" I said. "It'll give us a chance to put our hands all over each other."

"Sounds great, baby. I love how horny you are." He smiled as he kissed me. 

We walked to the bathroom without bothering to get dressed. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up before he motioned me in. I stepped in and swung my head under the showerhead, wetting down my wavy brown hair that extended halfway down my shoulder blades. AJ lightly pushed me against the wall of the shower, and began lightly kissing my lips. I gladly returned, and put my hands on his butt, lightly squeezing as he kissed me. He took the cue and opened his mouth, his tongue tenderly caressing mine. I felt his warm hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. 

I broke off after several minutes of steamy kissing, grabbing the body wash. Squeezing out some into my hands, I rubbed it all over his chest and toned abs, letting the suds run down his body. I turned him around and did the same to his back. I bet he thought I was going to do his butt or his groin next; I decided to be a little unexpected and started at his ankles, working my way up higher until I was massaging his butt with one hand and his groin with the other, occasionally switching my hands. To signal I was done, I playfully slapped his ass. 

He took the body wash and squeezed out a palm full, lathering up my back. His hands were amazing as they massaged the suds in. His back massages always felt great, and I was the luckiest girlfriend to receive them. His hands reached around and fondled my boobs, lightly squeezing the nipples. I felt the tingles of pleasure begin to travel up my spine. He turned me around and flipped my hair from in front of my shoulders to behind my back, lathering up my boobs and my flat belly. His hand dipped to my crotch, a finger wiggling in between my pussy lips. I was in heaven. I had a hot guy practically worshipping my body with his hands, enjoying himself almost as much as I was. 

AJ's hands on my legs made my knees weaken as he gently massaged them with body wash. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling in front of me. His hands wandered up my thighs to my ass, and he massaged them a little harder. "Babe, you have the absolute sexiest legs I've ever seen," he said, massaging my calves. 

"I'm glad you like them," I purred as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Yours are pretty damn sexy too. Don't even get me started on your ass."

"Oh, I can easily say the same about yours. It's perfect. If I were a sculptor, I'd immortalize your ass in marble," he said as he rubbed my butt. He stood and detached the handheld showerhead from the wall clip and rinsed me off. With a wry grin, he took the showerhead and placed it right between my legs, pointed at my hairless pussy. I had to loop my arms around his shoulders as my knees almost gave out from under me.

"Oh my God!" I moaned as the warm water danced on my vagina, some of it tickling my clit. As suddenly as he began his unconventional masturbation of me, he stopped with a mischievous grin. 

"I'll finish up later," he said as he began to massage shampoo into my scalp and through my long cinnamon brown hair. 

"I'm holding you to that," I purred as I shampooed his hair. After we both massaged each other's heads longer than was probably necessary, we rinsed and got out, drying each other off. 

Later that day, as I walked to my car after I got off work at Joe Bologna's, an Italian eatery in downtown Lexington, I felt my phone buzz in my hip pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it; my housemate, Kelly Landers, was calling. I stepped under the sodium vapor light which lit up my parking place, leaned against my royal blue Mini Cooper, and answered. 

"Hey Kelly, are you almost home?" I said as I picked up.

"Yeah, I'm boarding my flight to Lexington now. I'm technically in Kentucky, as the Cincy airport is actually across the river, so I should be home in a half hour or so."

"Sweet. Do you need me to pick you up?" I asked as I got in my Mini.

"Yeah, my parents are in Gulf Shores, so obviously, they can't." She laughed dryly at this.

"Yeah, that'd make it difficult to come and get you. Aren't you jealous?" I asked.

"Maura, I've been in Valencia for the past semester. They can keep coastal Alabama. I mean, seriously...winning!" she laughed. She said "Valencia" like "Balenthia," the traditional Castilian Spanish pronunciation of the Spanish city on the Mediterranean. 

"Well, yeah, good point." I laughed. "I'll be there in about a half hour. I gotta run home and change, I smell like a fat Italian man who never showers. Garlic and onions and marinara, oh my!"

We both laughed at this. "Ok Maura, I gotta go. We're about to take off, so the no phone light just clicked on."

"See ya!" I chirped as her phone clicked off. I shifted my car into drive and began my drive home. I rolled the sunroof back, enjoying the unseasonably cool air rushing into the cabin. After quickly changing into a pair of cheer shorts and a tank top, I jumped back in my car and took off to the airport to pick up Kelly. I pulled into the temporary spots to the side of the terminal and turned my music on, listening to Linkin Park's Hybrid Theory album, one of my favorites. After a few songs, my phone buzzed again. I turned down the music and picked up.

"Hey girl, are you here yet?" I asked.

"Guess who's back with a brand new rap!" she exclaimed back. "I am on the ground and waiting for my bags at the baggage claim."

"Cool. I'll be there in a second. I'll guess you have a few more bags than hands."

"You know me too well. I'd really appreciate a couple more hands."

I hung up and walked towards the terminal, snagging a baggage cart at the door. As I walked towards the baggage claim, I saw a familiar body facing away from me, wearing a multicolored peasant skirt and a tank top. "Kelly!" I called. She turned, and we ran towards each other, ending with a hug. We pulled away, and I looked her up and down. "You look great!" I said. She had lost a little weight, and had a great tan. She was always a bit more voluptuous than me, occasionally bordering on slightly overweight. Now, she was at an almost perfect weight; curvaceous, yet toned. Her collarbone-length hair was a brilliant, shiny caramel brown, with highlights bordering on blonde scattered throughout. She always reminded me of Kat Dennings with lighter hair. I never noticed how vivid her ice blue eyes were, but against her tan they really popped out. 

"Yeah, I rode a bike or walked everywhere, and I dropped about 25 pounds. I actually had to buy more clothes that were smaller. I bought a lot of skirts because I didn't know how much more weight I was going to lose. I gained some of it back, but in muscle." She then noticed my arms, which were more toned and muscular than they were when she left. "And you, you look great too! You've always been thin, but you've been hitting the weights, haven't you?" She lightly pinched my bicep, which was more muscular now that I was working out with AJ. 

"I've been working out with AJ for the last couple months. We've been hitting the gym and the heavy bag since I started dating him."

Her honey-colored eyebrows shot up her tanned forehead. "Wow, I didn't know you were dating him! That's good, after the last girl he dated, he needs a good girl like you. She turned out to be a total harlot." She put her bags on the luggage cart. "I'm starving, do you want to grab a pizza? I'll pay, I've had a great job at this seaside café working as a cook. They had no idea how to do Americana until I came along."

"Sounds great. I didn't get much to eat today, I had to go to work early. Whose pizza do you want?"

"Donato's sounds great to me."

Thirty minutes later, we sat at our dining room table, annihilating a pizza as we talked about the last seven months. "So how did people treat you? I've heard some Europeans can be kinda rude." 

"Oh, they were fine. Most people were nice if you made an attempt to speak their language. They could always tell I took Spanish from Mexican teachers. You know, the accents are like British people talking to us, it's just really different."

"That's what Senora Ortiz always told us. She said Castilian Spanish was a little more lispy than the Latin American Spanish we were taught." I said. I had taken eight years of Spanish in total, starting in middle school and progressing into college. I was pretty good at it, but nowhere as good as Kelly was. 

"It really is. It was kind of funny the first few weeks, it all seemed really comical. Then, everything seemed to normalize, and I caught myself starting to talk like them. Then I went to Navarre, and everyone there speaks with a thick Basque accent. It's like the difference between an Appalachian person and a New Yorker, it's hardly the same language."

"I can imagine, we covered Basque people in Spanish History. How was driving?" I picked up a new slice of Hawaiian pizza and bit into it, relishing the pineapples, cinnamon, ham, and almonds.

"Well, I never drove, but I took some cabs sometimes. The cars are generally a lot smaller—your Mini is about the standard size—and there are brands I've never heard of, like Seat, Skoda, Peugeot, Renault, Fiat, and some others. They're really bike-friendly over there. I bought a single-speed bike and rode it practically everywhere, and everyone gave me plenty of room. I liked the bike so much I'm having it shipped here. I took buses too, but not often. Pretty much everything I needed was either on the waterfront or in the Old Quarter, which had walls from the Templar days and everything. It was so beautiful; it was the most beautiful city I've been in." She took a moment to polish off another slice of pizza and snag another. She picked the pineapples off and ate them first, tossing them lightly into her mouth. 

"Ok, now from one girl to another...how were the guys there?" I giggled as I asked. 

"Oh my God, they were gorgeous. Most of them were tall, muscular, and really in shape. A lot of them played football—dammit, soccer—and it showed in their build. I dated one for a while, Javier Marquez, and he looked like that tennis player, Rafael Nadal, just with shorter hair," Kelly laughed.

"Ooh. That sounds amazing." I arched an eyebrow as my mind's eye formulated the image of a strong, fit, tanned Spanish man. "Well, I know jet lag may be messing with your sleep, but I'm not so lucky, and I have to work tomorrow. Plus, it's 2 am now. Goodnight, Kelly. I'm glad you're home." I hugged her as I got up to go to bed. 

"Goodnight, Maura. Sleep well," she said as she sat on the couch with a book.

The next couple days passed without event. Kelly, AJ and I all hung out, went to class and work, and generally did a whole lot of nothing, which is how I prefer to spend some days in mid-July. However, about a week after Kelly's return, I woke up one day with the thought of starting my day off with a swim. 

Since I had worked the night before, I woke up later, at about eleven. I didn't bother showering; it seemed a little pointless, since I'd need to take a shower afterward to get the chlorinated water out of my hair. So I woke up and put on my favorite green bikini, grabbed my goggles, and went outside in the backyard, where we have a nice in-ground pool that goes from about four feet to eight feet deep, complete with a springboard. I looked around, enjoying the bright blue sky dotted with cotton-candy clouds. That's when I looked down, and noticed Kelly on the chaise lounge closest to me. She was totally nude, lying on her back and enjoying the sun. She really had dropped a lot of weight in Spain, as she went a size 11 and returned a small 8; her belly didn't have a spare inch of skin, and her abs were gently rippled, punctuated with a dangling belly button piercing. Her breasts were larger than mine, probably a C cup bordering on a D, and they were quite perky despite their size. Like me, she had no pubic hair. I'm not lesbian or even bi, but I must admit, she looked really good.

"Oh my God, Kelly! You're naked!" I exclaimed. 

"Very astute, my dear Maura." She laughed. "That I am. In Spain, nudity is a lot more common than it is here. Of course, people don't go to the store nude or whatever, but for laying out, swimming, or something like that, it's pretty common."

"And people aren't screwing all the time?" I asked. It seemed to me that a beach or a pool full of naked people would be a recipe for a giant orgy.

"Well, some of the places in France had trouble with the Eye-Ties going at it in public. Most places don't, and if you're caught, that's a huge deal. Most of the Spaniards I met on the beaches wouldn't even consider it. Even a guy with an erection is a faux pas. If I'm bothering you by being naked, I can put something on, it's no trouble. I should have asked before I did it, sorry," Kelly said. She did seem genuinely contrite about it.

"No, no," I said hastily. "It's your house, and as long as none of the neighbors can see, I don't care. I was on the swim team in high school, so I got used to being around naked chicks then," I laughed a little too forcefully, it sounded a little hollow.

She began to sit up. "It's your house as much as it is mine. I'll go grab something to put on."

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back to reclining. "Seriously, Kelly, I don't mind. It's a little new, but this has been a summer of new friends and new experiences. You can go nude, but I think I'm going to keep my suit." With that, I put my towel on the lounge beside hers and descended the cement stairs into the pool, enjoying the cool water on a hot morning. It was only eleven o'clock and it was already 90 degrees. Today was going to be terrible for heat. I swam a couple laps of the pool and aimlessly floated around for a while before getting out. I lay down on my stomach on the chaise beside Kelly and untied the straps of my bikini top so there would be no tan lines on my back. This was in no way an attempt at nudism, as I've done this for years. After about a half hour of tanning my back, I reattached my top and rolled over. 

"Kelly, it is too hot for this crap." I sighed as the temperature got hotter and hotter. "I think I'm going in."

Kelly, on her stomach now, merely said, "Ok, see you."

I picked up my wet towel and as I walked towards the patio door, Bugsy, AJ's corgi dog, fell in step at my heels. "I'm not wearing much and it's hot, it must be horrible for you, wearing a fur coat." I said to him. As I slid the door open, Bugsy shot past me like a furry brown and white cannonball and beelined for his favorite place in the basement, on his belly on the cement floor by the washing machine. As I poured myself a glass of ice water, I noticed something. It wasn't much cooler in the house. Perplexed, as our air conditioner typically makes me a bit chilly, I headed for the hall and flipped the cover of the thermostat open. Sure enough, it was set to its normal 76 degrees, and the switch for the air conditioner was on, but I didn't hear the whoosh of the air coming through the vents. The thermometer under the thermostat read 82 degrees. It was still cooler than being outside, but it wasn't as it usually was, a cool oasis in the stifling heat and humidity of a Kentucky July. I went downstairs to AJ's room, where a utility closet off his room held the air conditioner. As I walked through his room, I noticed that the carpet got wetter and wetter as I got to the utility closet. Opening the door, I found a large puddle of water around the air conditioning unit.

"Shit." I swore under my breath. "It had to be on the hottest day of the year so far too." I trudged back upstairs, frustrated at the turn of events. I opened the patio door and simply called, "Kelly, the air conditioner is broken."

She turned over onto her side. "Really? Aww, fuck!" she exclaimed. She stood from the chaise lounge, still nude, and walked in the house, jogging down the stairs as I followed. I was envious of her butt. It was a perfect butt, round and taut, but not too muscular. Mine is smaller and more athletic, which suits my body, but I wish I had her curves. She opened the door to AJ's room and noted the wet carpet as I did. "Shit, this is not good." She opened the door and dipped a toe into the water. "Yup, not good at all. Dad has a guy he trusts to do air conditioning and heat stuff, so I'll call him. Do you work today?"




New Friends, New Experiences Ch. 02



"Yeah, I work from four to eleven tonight." I said, adjusting the bikini I was still wearing. "So I'll be able to dodge the heat for a little while."

"Yeah...just gives me an excuse to stay naked, I guess," she said with a mischievous smile. 

I laughed at her newfound passion. "Whatever floats your boat, Kelly. By the way, if AJ tries to cop a feel, just swat his hand or something."

"Nah, he's cool. He saw me the other day, and it was really funny how he was trying not to stare." She laughed. "He's such a gentleman, he didn't even want to take one glance at me below my neck."

It got hotter as the day went on. I took a shower in the downstairs bathroom and turned the water a lot cooler than I typically would. Courtney's razor and shaving cream sat on the side of the tub, not having been used since she left for Shelby County at the end of the semester. I laughed at it; I am a girl who hates body hair, so when I was fifteen, my parents' birthday present to me was electrolysis hair removal over all my body. I haven't shaved since, and my skin is always perfectly smooth. I ran my hands over my body as I lathered up. I love my body. I am trim and relatively slim, and I wear a size six. I am muscular, but not too much. I don't want to look like one of those juiced-up chicks with no boobs (or implants, for the ones with boobs) on the fitness magazine covers. I have 34B/C breasts, which I love, and in my opinion, they are perfect for me. My waist pinches in a little before my hips flare out, giving me a great 34-25-35 figure with just enough curve. 

I used to not be sexual at all, until I began dating AJ earlier this summer. He didn't take advantage of me; I chose the route I wanted to take. Now, I'm discovering that I love my sexuality. We haven't gone all the way yet, but we have given each other oral. I never thought I'd ever go down on a guy, but after the oral orgasms he'd given me, I felt I should return the favor, and I actually enjoy it. I enjoy making him feel like a king, and I actually didn't mind the taste of him. 

I got out and toweled dry, leaving my hair wet to dry out on its own. I wrapped the towel around me and began running a brush through my hair. An idea popped into my head as I brushed. The only other person here was nude right now, and with the air conditioning out on the hottest day of the year, this might be an ideal opportunity to see what I thought of casual nudity. I hooked a thumb between the towel and my breast and pulled it away, hanging the wet towel on the glass shower door. I kept brushing out my hair until I worked out all the tangles. AJ would have loved to see my breasts jiggle as I brushed out my hair. Even to me, it seemed rather erotic. Then, I paused at the door. Why was I having trouble with this? I was on the Villa Madonna Academy's swim team, and we changed from our clothes to our suits and back after practices and meets. I was nude in front of the girls on my team dozens of times, and yet I was having trouble with this. 

With a hot swoop of excitement flipping my stomach, I shoved the door open and walked out. I felt so brave as I shut the door, almost like it was a sign that I couldn't turn back now. I ascended the stairs to the first floor, and turned through the kitchen and stared out the back patio door. Kelly was now watering the garden, still in the buff. I stepped towards the glass door and paused again. Being nude in the house was one thing, outside was a whole different matter. Luckily, we lived in a neighborhood where all the houses were one story, and the back yard was surrounded by hedges in front of a wooden slat fence, so there was little chance of being seen. 

I slid open the door and heat like an open oven blasted my exposed body. I cautiously stepped out on the wooden deck, my bare feet adding to the exposed sensation of being nude outside. Thankfully, the deck was covered with rush mats that deflected most of the heat, so my bare feet were not burned as I stepped out. I slid the door shut behind me, and the noise caused Kelly to turn. 

"Heey!" she called jovially. "Look who decided to join the party!"

I laughed nervously. "It's so damned hot, why not? I was hot in my bikini earlier, it feels so much better now."

She walked up to me and shut the hose off, dropping it on the deck. "It's amazing, isn't it? Bikinis are so small, but you feel so much cooler without them. Well, in our case, we may be cooler, but we are hotter," she laughed. 

"Oh yeah. I love my body, and you should love yours too. I'm so envious of your ass." 

"Speaking of your ass, if you're going to be out here for long at all, you should put some sunscreen on your boobs, your butt, and your lady bits. Nothing sucks like a sunburned ass or boobs. I don't know what a sunburned pussy feels like, but I can't imagine it would be good. Build up the tan slowly there, it's still virgin white skin."

"I'm not sure if it's technically virgin skin if you know what I mean, but I see your point," I said with a wink. The expression on her face was hilarious. Her ice blue eyes widened and she gasped as she smiled in disbelief; she looked like someone had just told her that her horse had won the Triple Crown. Her face was so expressive.

"You got laid?! Congrats!!" she exclaimed, hugging me. Her bare boobs against mine felt weird; not bad, just weird. She pulled away. "How was it?"

"I haven't gone all the way yet, just oral. AJ went down on me and it was better than anything I'd ever felt before. I'd fingered myself a couple times in high school to figure out what it felt like, and this was way better than that."

"Did you orgasm?" She asked, smiling with anticipation. 

"I think so. He kept licking my clit, and it got to the point where I almost lost control over myself. Everything felt hot, and I was incredibly sensitive everywhere, and it isolated around my clit. I felt my clit and vagina spasm, and there were about 20 seconds of the most intense, exquisite sensation I'd ever felt. Afterward, my senses heightened, and I could hear and smell better than I could before. I fell asleep shortly after that."

"Yep, it sounds like you came. Are you going to stay out for a while?" she asked as she squeezed out a bit of sunscreen into her hand. 

"No, I think I'm going to go in and get ready for work. I have to work in an hour and I don't want to smell like sunscreen. I will do this again though, I kind of like this," I said. 

"All right!" she cheered, and she began to rub in the sunscreen on her chest. As I walked in, the slightly cooler air hit my body with a sensation I'd never felt, as the farthest walk I'd ever made nude was from my shower to my room. Looking out the glass patio door, I took a moment to look at her rubbing the sunscreen over her large, perky breasts. I really was envious of them. She continued down her slightly rippled abs and down to her crotch, where she seemed to take more time than necessary. I soon realized what she was doing, and I felt my neck redden in embarrassment. She was still rubbing when I turned away.

At work that night, I could barely concentrate as I dreamed of going nude again. Thankfully, my job didn't require a lot of brain power; my job was simply to smile, look pretty, and seat people. Thankfully, my shift didn't last too long, and I went home a little quicker than usual in my anticipation to feel the freedom of casual nudity again.

I pulled in the driveway and noted AJ's truck ahead of mine, pulled against the garage door. I smiled wickedly in anticipation of what was to come. As I walked in, there was no relief from the heat due to the broken air conditioner. 

"Fuck!" I swore quietly to myself as I walked into my room and put my purse down. It was so hot, I might not be able to sleep. I grabbed the hem of my black polo shirt and quickly shucked it off, leaving me in my bra and black slacks. Quickly kicking off my heels, my pants were soon to follow, followed by my bra and panties. My hair, which reaches to the middle of my shoulder blades, was holding a lot of heat, so I pulled it into a ponytail and pulled it through the hair tie again to make a bun. I sat down in my computer chair and pulled up my Facebook page. It felt so weird to be sitting there, doing such a mundane activity, in the nude. It was a great weird feeling, and I was really enjoying it.

A knock came at my door. It was AJ's standard "dit-dit-dit-dah" knock. "Come in," I called. He walked in and stopped as soon as he saw me. 

"Hel-lo!" he said with a wolf whistle. "I see Kelly's rubbed off on you."

"Yeah, but it'd be better than her rubbing on me," I said with a laugh. "That'd be kind of gay."

He shook his head at the terrible joke and smacked his palm to his forehead. "Yeah, it would be, and I'm glad you're straight." He began to take off his shirt. "So, do you want to do anything tonight?"

"Hmmm...maybe," I said with a devilish grin. To emphasize my point, I leaned towards him, my arms framing my boobs and pressing them together. I slowly licked my lips and stood, sauntering over to him. I made sure my hips swayed a little more than they usually do, and unbuttoned his khaki shorts. He slid out of them and turned on the ceiling fan. 

"Jesus, it's so fucking hot in here. Add in the fact that you're naked, and it makes it that much hotter." He opened my window and put in a fan. The cooler air from outside began to cool us down. For a while, we just lay on the bed, talking about work. After a while, though, his hand wandered to my groin, and he started rubbing lightly on my clit. 

"So, could I talk you into going down?" I asked as I rubbed my nipples. He said nothing, merely pushing me gently to my back and kissing me from the tops of my feet up my legs. Finally, he began to go down on my pussy, and the familiar waves of pleasure began to return. His tongue traced around my clit, finally pressing down on it as he slowly, achingly, tantalizingly licked my clit. It felt positively amazing. His tongue flicked from the entrance of my vagina up to clit and back down again, probing the opening.

After about ten minutes of this, he pulled up and placed his head on the pillow beside me. "So, Maura, do you want to try to go all the way tonight?"

I kissed him and looked into his emerald-green eyes. "Yes, I think tonight's the night." 

"I read that it's less painful for the girl when she's on top. Want to do it that way?" he asked. 

"Sounds as good as anything I could suggest." With that, he pulled a condom from the bedside table, quickly unwrapped it, and put it on. While he was doing that, I found some lube and thoroughly lubricated my slit. He lay on his back and helped me on top of him. Guiding him to my hairless pussy, I led him inside me. "Ohh," I groaned as my vag stretched to fit him. I rubbed my clit a little to dispel the pain. Easing myself down, his cock entered a bit less painfully. For a moment, I did nothing, allowing the pain to fade, focusing on his warmth inside me. After about thirty seconds, I began to rock my hips back and forth, picking up the pace as I went. Each time I rocked my hips, it hurt a little less, until it actually started to feel good. I felt AJ begin to rock with me, letting his hands wander over me as I rode him. 

I reached up and ripped the hair tie from my bun and shook out my cinnamon brown hair. AJ's hand reached up and ran his hand through my hair, cupping the back of my head and bringing my lips to his. We made out as we screwed. Time began to have no meaning; the heat of the room mattered even less. All that mattered was us. As I began to actually go up and down in addition to rocking, he gripped my ass and squeezed a couple times. 

"Mmm" I moaned and giggled at the same time. He squeezed my firm, athletic ass again, this time gently biting my shoulder at the same time. I returned the favor, biting his earlobe and into his shoulder. As I lightly bit him, I felt him spasm a bit, the arrhythmic thrust making me take notice. I rode him harder, going so far up his dick that he almost came out of me before plunging down again. As this was happening, I felt a now-familiar stirring in my groin. I was beginning to come again. "Not much longer now, babe, you've got me so close," I panted in his ear. 

"That makes two of us," he replied as he spasmed again. Pleasure began to rock me again as I fucked him with careless abandon, my vagina now aching for release. I felt him start to come, and as I felt him tense beneath me, I began to come as well. I felt the walls of my vagina throb as I came. I felt his fingers brushing my clit as we came. My back arched and I whimpered in orgasm. Emboldened, his fingers began circling on my clit, and I began to moan. I felt my stomach muscles clench, and I looped my fingers in his short, straight hair, pulling his head to my breasts. He began to lick my nipples, causing my moans to become even louder. The tickling of my nipples was exquisite, and it made me even hornier than I had been, which was pretty incredible. He sucked on my nipples, playfully biting them. I felt my body explode as I had my orgasm. Pleasure radiated from my clit, which AJ was still rubbing, and from deep within my vagina, where he was still pumping. He pumped into me one last time, driving himself deep within me. He twitched a little as his orgasm subsided. 

He pulled out of me, pulling the condom from himself and throwing it in the trash can. He pulled me to him, holding me in a tight hug. I didn't even mind the heat as we cuddled. "I love you," I said quietly.

"I love you too, Maura." He squeezed me tightly. I felt so safe with AJ. I knew he'd never take advantage of me, like boyfriends in the past had tried to do. Everything we had done, we did because we both wanted to. I raised my head from the crook of his shoulder and kissed him. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes before falling asleep in each other's arms.



New Friends, New Experiences Ch. 03



The sun had risen and was on its ascent into the clear August sky when I woke up. My alarm clock read ten past ten in the morning, and I woke up with a content feeling of restfulness that had been eluding me for far too long. I threw the soft cotton sheets off my body, disgusted at how my sweat made them stick to me. It was already hot today, and I had just the cure. Our house had an in-ground pool on the back patio. Kelly and AJ, my two housemates for the summer, and I swam almost every day. After Kelly had come back from Spain, she introduced us to casual nudism, and my boyfriend and I were hooked. I hadn't worn my bikini to swim in over a month. As I lay in bed contemplating whether I should swim first or have breakfast, I reflected on the past summer. It surprised me how I had gone from a model Catholic school graduate to a sexually liberated girl in one summer. When I say Catholic school, I don't mean the porno sluts you think of when you hear that. Our uniforms were modest, we were a group of smart, competitive students, and we were, for the most part, relatively straight-edge. 

Now, the opposite was true. I had lost count of the times I had had sex with my boyfriend, and in virtually every position. I had gone down on him—something I never in a million years would have thought I would do—and he had done the same for me, which was, again, something I never thought I would do. Add in the fact that my left ring finger was very much unadorned, and I surprised even myself. Before this summer, I would never have thought I'd have lost my virginity before marriage. Some girls feel pressured into sex, which is a shame. It should be a decision the two of you make, not one on the behalf of the other. With AJ, we had made our decisions together. 

I stood up, my reverie complete. I decided to take a swim before I got the rest of my day started. The thing I love about sleeping nude and swimming nude was that I don't have to change before I went outside. I also found I dried off more quickly if I didn't have a suit to retain water. Even a small bikini holds a fair amount of water, which really made me cold after getting out.

Taking some sunscreen, I went outside, wearing only my two-week old belly button piercing. In celebration of my newfound slight abs and sexual freedom, I got my belly button pierced, something I'd always wanted to do, but had previously thought too wanton. I got it also to draw attention to a part of my body I was very proud of, and away from my legs and boobs. Walking outside, I found that Kelly was already sunbathing nude on the chaise lounge. Kelly had a body I would love to have. She was a little more voluptuous than me, with more drastic curves. Her perky breasts were a solid 36 D, her waist a trim 24 inches, and her hips about 35 inches. She had phenomenal legs, and a firm, round, juicy butt that you could easily bounce a quarter off of. Her abs were gently rippled from swimming and riding her bike, and they were nicely accentuated with two navel piercings, one on the top of her belly button, and a second one on the bottom, which she got when I got mine. Her tanned skin went well with her strikingly blue eyes and light brown hair. She was really hot, and this is coming from a girl who is neither lesbian nor bisexual. Now, I am happy with my build. I'm a toned size six, I have firm, well-shaped 34 B/C breasts, a slim waist, nice hips, and long legs with just the right amount of muscle and fat to all combine for a very sexy body. For the first time in my life, I have a slight six pack, really only visible when I flex my abs. They look really sexy with my belly button ring. I'm not one of those chicks that spends every waking hour at the gym and is nothing but a ball of muscle, and I don't want to be that. I like my curves, but I do like being in shape.

"Hey, hot stuff," Kelly greeted me. I didn't take her comments like this to be flirtatious. We said things like this to be complimentary. 

"Good morning, sexy lady." I returned as I sat down on the chaise beside her, cracking open the bottle of sunscreen. Tossing my long, cinnamon-brown hair behind my shoulders, I squeezed out a palm full of sunscreen and began rubbing it in. AJ, my boyfriend, always enjoyed watching me rub in the sunscreen. I didn't blame him. It was rather sexy. I rubbed the cold liquid into my breasts, and I felt my nipples harden under the influence of the cold. I massaged it deeply into my breasts, partly to avoid a sunburn and partly softcore masturbation. I rubbed the sunscreen into my abs, but avoided putting it on my pussy just yet.

"Would you mind getting my back?" I asked, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to her.

"Sure," she simply said as I rolled over onto my stomach. She squirted some sunscreen into her hands and began massaging it in, and it felt wonderful. She really was a good masseuse. Kelly rubbed my shoulders, kneading out muscles I didn't even know were tight. Squirting some more between my shoulder blades, she began to work further down my back. 

"My God, Kelly, that feels awesome." I said with a contented sigh. She worked the small of my back, her warm hands offsetting the coolness of the sunscreen. 

"I'm glad you like it," she said with a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. I paid it no mind. "Don't freak out, now," she warned, and I soon found out why. Her hands wandered from my back down to my tight, athletic butt. It felt too good for me to complain.

"No homo," I snickered as she began to massage some sunscreen between my butt cheeks. Even though I said that, I was starting to get strangely turned on. It confused me, since I'm comfortably straight. I had never felt an interest in girls, but here I was, getting horny from a girl massaging my ass and the crack.  

"You don't want to sunburn your ass, trust me." She laughed ruefully. "I figured that out my second time out. You're pretty tanned down there, but let's not take chances."

"That'd suck." I couldn't imagine how bad that'd feel, what with the itching you couldn't publicly scratch, the pain of wearing clothes or sitting down, not to mention the peeling.

"Spread your legs a little," she instructed. With a slight sense of fear and an equal sense of anticipation, I did. She put a little sunscreen on her fingertip and wiggled it around my asshole, which drew an exited giggle from me. "I never would have thought you'd be into ass play," she said with much more than a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice. She kept massaging around it, and I felt my slit get wetter and wetter. Her finger migrated down a bit and began to massage the area between my asshole and my slit, and I had never noticed how many nerves were there. I was past caring about the fact that I was straight and a girl was doing this to me. I was unbelievably horny. 

"Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?" she asked, palming my ass with one hand and massaging around my vag with the other.

"No, I haven't." I responded, letting the horniness in my voice come out.

"Well, roll over, maybe we can get you there." She said. I rolled over and saw that her nipples were incredibly hard, and her shaved, tan pussy was glistening with wetness.  

"Having fun, are you?" I purred.

"In Spain, I met this girl, Adelina, and we did things I never thought I'd do with a girl. Ever since then, I've felt the desires for a girl, but I still call myself straight."

"Wow, I never thought you'd fool around with a girl. But feel free to fool around with this one, I can't deny how horny I am." I massaged my boobs as I spoke and moved my feet closer to my hips, raising my knees and opening up myself for her. She sat down and reached out, softly touching my smooth, wet slit. I gasped as she ran her finger over my clit, and she then slid her finger into my wet, waiting pussy. I felt her crook her finger into a "come here" motion inside me, rubbing the inside of my pussy's walls, searching for the elusive g-spot. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of her finger, and I deeply kneaded my perky breasts as she worked. I then felt something familiar. Her tongue was sliding up my vagina, from the area right beneath my opening all the way up, around her finger, and up to my clit, which I could feel engorging. A feeling of fear and anticipation welled within me. Was I becoming a lesbian? I love cock! I pushed aside my confusion to deal with later.  

"Ooh, fuck, that feels good," I gasped. She began moving her finger inside me, like she was beckoning someone to come near. Kelly had found my g-spot, and the combined efforts of her licking the hard nub that was my clit and working my g-spot had me feeling wonderful. My hips involuntarily pressed forward, causing her face to mash deeply into my warm wetness. Her breath against my clit and swollen lips was exquisite, and the light sensation was a beautiful harmony to the pressures of her tongue and lips against my clit and the finger within me. Kelly began to synchronize her finger's motion with the motion from her lips and tongue, and I felt pleasure begin to sweep me in waves, like the tide coming in on a beach. I started writhing my hips in time with her as my hands magnetically found my nipples and breasts. For about ten minutes, we carried on as such, before my pleasure began to take me over. 

"Come on, you sexy bitch, I'm right there, so close," I panted, grabbing her head and forcing it into my wet pussy. At this, she began to slow down, but she increased the pressure, making it feel like I was really getting fucked. Kelly's tongue stayed on my clit instead of sweeping over it like she had done; her fingertip also remained in contact with my g-spot, rubbing all around it. I moaned as I tensed up; I had a body-shaking orgasm on the way. My back arched, making my boobs stand out even more. At this, she focused even more on my g-spot. I could feel her finger rubbing against the g-spot, like a miniature sponge. These sensations proved too much to resist. I began to orgasm like I never have before. My body began to shake, from my red-painted toenails to the top of my head. As I was coming, Kelly gave me no respite; rather, she intensified her stimulation of me. Pleasure like nothing else enveloped me. I moaned loudly, my legs stretching out and my ass lifting off the chaise, holding myself up by my arms. I could feel my abs clench hard as Kelly rubbed them lightly. Even though I was moving around a lot, she never broke contact with my clit. 

As I came down from my orgasm, Kelly moved up beside me, until our faces were side by side. Her lips were soaked with my juices, and she made a show of licking it off. My nose was now less than a centimeter from hers. Taking the initiative, I leaned in and kissed her tenderly and slowly. My tongue found hers, and we made out. After several minutes, I moved my mouth to her graceful neck and kissed, increasing the pressure until I was lightly using my teeth on her neck. 

She began to rub her clit as I nibbled on her collarbones. I took her hand and moved it away from her completely hairless, waxed slit. Removing my mouth from her neck, I told her, "Leave that to me." Her eyebrows rose as she smiled mischievously, her electric blue eyes twinkling. I began to work my way down her body, from her collarbones to her full, perky breasts.  I took each nipple in my mouth and sucked on it until they were hard before moving on. Kissing her in a straight line down her firm belly, I gently tugged on her belly button rings with my teeth before moving further down. I decided to drive her crazy. I kissed all over her mound before I slowly moved down onto her soft, smooth snatch. Spreading her small lips apart, I probed with my tongue and found her to be very wet. Licking from her vaginal opening up to her clit, I explored her before I attacked her clit with my tongue. Experimenting with a variety of motions, I tried figure-8s, random motion, circular motion, and a "painting" motion, up and down over her hard nub of a clit. 

She seemed to like the figure-8s and circles the best, so I focused on that, and her hips began to writhe against my face as I went down on her. She spread her legs to more easily accommodate me, and I took the initiative to get my hands in on the action. The area between her slit and her asshole was the first area on which my fingers landed, and the response I got from her was incredible. Kelly gasped from the unexpected touch and moaned, "Oh, God, Maura, finger me too."

I licked two fingers and lined them up with her smooth, waxed slit. Her warm, wet pussy seemed to be aching for my touch, and I didn't keep it waiting. I drove my fingers inside her, and at first just pumping in and out. I had never felt the inside of a vagina before—when I masturbated, I just rubbed my clit—and I loved the feel of her hot, wet pussy walls against my fingers. Crooking my fingers like Kelly had done to me, I began looking for her G-spot. Kelly guessed what I was doing and gripped my wrist. "Go deeper, just a little deeper." I did, pushing my fingers into her up to my third knuckle, and began making the "come here" gesture again. 

At this, Kelly's hips lifted with a short expulsion of breath and I felt her hand that was on my head clench my hair. The lifting of her hips had changed how my tongue was hitting her clit, so I spread her lips and clit hood apart to more easily pleasure them. Her juices were sweet and salty at the same time, an interesting taste that is hard to describe. I slowed down my tongue's dance on her clit and increased the pressure, timing it with my digital manipulations. She wrapped her supple, sexy legs around my head at this, hooking her feet together to hold me in close. I could barely hear as her legs covered my ears. The sensory denial made me focus solely on pleasing her. Her breaths were deep and slow, and also in time with my tongue and my fingers. I took my hand that was spreading her pussy apart and began to touch her ass with it, getting closer and closer to her asshole as I went. Finally, my left index finger was dancing on her little rosebud of an asshole. Without waiting for her to give a say-so, I drove it into her, wiggling it around as I did so. With this, she began to spasm, with quick, erratic breaths that indicated she was very close to coming. Her hand that was wrapped in my hair clenched again, pulling my mane ever so slightly, which I took as an indicator to keep going.

"Don't...Stop!" she managed to gasp as she began to cum for me. I felt like I was playing a game of Twister gone perverse. My tongue and lips remained in contact with her clit; my right index and middle fingers were massaging her G-spot, and my left index finger was three knuckles deep in her asshole. Finally, as her hips bucked, a short stream of milky white juices shot from her vagina and hit me on my chin, neck, and upper chest. I pulled off in slight surprise.

She leaned up on her elbows and looked down at me. "Holy God, Maura, that was amazing. Sorry about the cum, that's never happened to me before. I swear I didn't piss on you."

I ran a finger through it as it dripped down my boobs and tasted it. It tasted nothing like what I would imagine piss would taste like. It was mostly tasteless, but with a sweet aftertaste to it. It almost tasted like cantaloupe juice. "Don't be sorry about it, that was hot," I replied. 

"What's it taste like?" Kelly asked. I said nothing, but arched my back to offer her my boobs. She licked it off, slowly, teasing me again. 

"I can taste the melon I ate earlier," she said with a sultry laugh. "Fuckin' weird!" Her tongue traced over where she had squirted on me, from my nipples to my collarbones, up my neck and onto my face. I love it when I get kissed on my jawbone, it's one of the most sensual places for me to get kissed. Add slight sucking (not enough to leave a mark, but just a little) and it gets me from zero to horny in about three and a half seconds.

This was actually sort of a problem at the moment. After such a mind-blowing, body-shaking orgasm, I really needed a break. Plus, the pangs of guilt at what I had just done began to hit. I'd cheated on my amazing boyfriend because I couldn't control myself. It wasn't because I wasn't getting enough emotionally or physically from him. It was because I was weak, a weak little girl who didn't know how blessed she was, nor knowing her own power to hurt people. Sensing my reticence, she ceased her kissing and caressing of me. I pried myself from her arms and went inside, down the hall to my room, where I got dressed and sat on my bed, huddled in the corner. My stomach began to ache, as it always does when I feel I'm in trouble, while silent tears etched rivulets down my cheeks.       

AJ came home that night after hanging out with some of his friends. I led him into the bedroom and he sat down on the bed, motioning for me to sit down with him. He could clearly see something was bothering me. 

"What's up, babe? You're not yourself tonight."

I swallowed hard before answering. I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Baby, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, especially not to such an awesome boyfriend like you, but earlier today, I had a lapse in judgment and had sex with someone else."

He visibly recoiled, as if punched, and said almost numbly, "With whom?"

"It was Kelly. I never thought it would happen, especially with her." The previously unshed tears began to stream down my face. "I'm so sorry. I feel like such a whore now. I let you down. If you want to call it quits now, I really can't say that I blame you. I'll pack my stuff and I'll move out tomorrow."

He was silent for a moment. "You know, Maura, if it were anyone else, I'd be really pissed. But I have seen how she's been looking at you for the past month."

I was confused. "You're not mad?"

He laughed, much to my relief, and those bright green eyes of his put me at ease. "No, not really. She's a very sexual person, and she's even asked me about a three-way, which I've been seriously contemplating, and thought I'd take her up on. Either way, she'll be messing around with you. I figured at some point she'd seduce you. As long as it's only an occasional thing, I don't really mind."

I felt more tears stream down my face at this; they were tears of relief. "Oh, God, AJ, what did I do to deserve you?" I asked quietly. 

He brushed the tears from my face. "No more of that, babe, it's not a good look for you. Come on, let's go to bed." We stripped down to our favorite pajamas, the ones we were born with; I settled in next to him, his warmth against me assuring me that I had a keeper of a boyfriend.   

The next morning, I woke up and ventured into the kitchen for a breakfast of cereal and scrambled eggs. Kelly sat at the table already, finishing off her bacon.

"Hey Kelly, do you want to go on a little vacation with AJ and me? My parents own a beach house on Jekyll Island in Georgia. Dad inherited it from Grandpa; the place is colossal, and has its own private beach. We have two boats down there too, and I'm qualified to pilot both. It's the one house built in the state park area, since it was there before it was a state park. Dad says we can go down there for a week or so if we want."

"Yeah, that sounds like a blast!" she responded. "That's some prime real estate, especially with a private beach. How much area is yours?"

"We have a thousand feet of beach that is ours, but with so few people there, we can go for a mile or so before you run into anyone else. It's awesome. I was thinking the second to last week before school starts would be best." I said as I salted my eggs.

"Yeah, sounds good to me. My job is with UK, so I start when school starts, so no trouble there."

"Good, I've already requested off from work that week, so that makes it easier." I laughed. "Oh, and Kelly: don't pack any clothing. We won't need it." We both grinned at this, as we knew exactly what we would be doing for the week.