0 comments/ 83723 views/ 0 favorites Sex Between Friends By: seduce888 Never have I feared anything in my life, especially amongst friends. But one day something extraordinary happens, something I cannot explain or jots down on a piece of plan paper between two people with basically the same exact things in common. Lesley is an exchange student from France that no one in school really enjoys being around, nor cares too much for because of her tom-boyish features and arrogant ways about this pretty girl. In gym class I would find myself unconsciously preying Lesley's fascinating mind and body, excepting the thought that she was a loner, gifted tumbler and rope climber. Extraordinary biceps, leg muscles, and small chest size that could very easily fit inside my tiny hands. Even after gym class I found myself admiring this French girls fine features down stairs in the locker room, gloating over the small patch of body hair of jet-black between her legs and tiny almond nipples centered perfectly atop her petite tiny breasts. Compared to my own, two sizes too small. But overall she is a perfect 10! Tossing and churning each and every night I lay my pretty head to rest I would think about Lesley, constantly figuring out in my head why I am so damn attracted to this powerful girl with not so much sex appeal or even a glimpse of smarts. Having being held back a year (12th grade) in France due to lack of concentration to details. Sometimes I would awaken in a pool of sweat, dreaming about her with sexual pleasures in mind. Obeying her every wild thought and commanding voice during my nightly cravings that would always make me feel like I was, too, so gifted in many ways. Walking her to every class and in two of them I would sit directly behind Lesley to eyeball her naked spine bone. Glance down the opening of her loose jeans and discover that Lesley wore no undies, and the softness of her deep dark short hair I want desperately to touch and comb. Never have I felt so spontaneous, so torn apart by her manly walk, her openly minded words even if they do hurt people that I once was so close too. Now more distant than ever. Lesley was the type that would tell you what she thought, what she wants to do, and get inside your head with mixed emotions raging between her ears of what her desires are and how many of them she wants to share. But even as I leave for home I unconsciously vision her and me in the middle of a cornfield covered in dirt or in my bed where we play spin the bottle together, alone on my canopy bed wearing only our T-shirt and see-thru bikini underwear. Yearning to hear a bit more of that sexy accent of hers. Her voice can be rough and dangerous at times and other times so delicately sweet and very possessive and deceiving. So deceiving that I find myself with one hand down the front of my tight pants when a teacher would call on her to answer a question and responding with an off the wall answer. Knowing now why I wasn't really attracted to boys like I thought I was. Finely I broke down the barrier, internal walls of Lesley's mind, when we were all alone in the locker room after volleyball practice. Both hot and sweaty after the loss last night that Miss Smith wasn't appreciative of our performance with the team we should have scored more points against. But the only scoring I am able to concentrate on right now is with this lovely girl standing naked under the misty steamy water, with uncanny curves that she shouldn't have, but does. My body was feeling quite irritable, numb, quite obnoxious and stimulated by the way she was washing her breasts and small patch of hairs with the wet cloth in such a manner. Like she was inviting me in her own careful way for me to come and soothe her creamy soft flesh. My body continues to absorb this creature from across the high sea. Witness the antics in her cluttered mind, and to desire the wholesome and innocent stares she sends to my visions as I undress myself from the tight shorts and soiled shirt without as much as a bat of my lovely eyes. Studying her all the more as my tan body works closer to her, trembling, of warm kind vibes that spreads to her as well. Viewing the weakness she yearns to shield from the world, shield from me right now. But the closer I become to this wonderful feline exposing herself to me, the more exceptable, more vondable she gets. Desiring my well-rounded bosoms with two rosy tips and fullness below my sunken navel, trimmed to perfection in a modest triangular style of dishwater blonde. As my hands reacted to hers, I felt a sensation mounting. Kind that only two in love can enjoy. Wrapping my arm around her neck as I felt Lesley's hard nipples against mine, her fingers on my hips and working gingerly downward to my wet vagina as my lips casually connect with hers and pierce the tongue loosely inside my mouth with a tender bite. Bite not too hard or soft. Then touching each other all over under the hot water, both relishing the thought of each other's tongue working between our limber legs or nestling one another's bosoms to endure we both want to feel. My body was tense, hungry, and filling up with more adventure then ever with a boy. Walking my lover towards the clammy wet walls, pubic fiber as one, while I caress softly her tiny breasts with both hands as we kiss. Pressing her body hard against the shower wall. Understanding how we really felt, how we want to feel, and wondering who would be held down on the water filled floor the longest and who would submit first. My body went numb as I continue to alter these twin, fine tissues, and nestle along her throbbing neck. Rubbing my thick pasture of love with one hand and massaging my scalp with the other does Lesley. Constantly involving our lips and hands as we struggle for this spontaneous combustion soaring through the membranes of our hideous minds. Gathering up the missing pieces as we hold our ground, face the fact that we both were meant to be together forever and a day. Lesley's wet pussy was tearing me apart; massaging my own hairs with up and down strokes and side to side ones, while my hands felt the contour of her gifted hips swaying in place as she grew more and more hungry for my mouth and enticing words I spoke of. Where my taste buds would be used and how much power each one would be given. Suddenly I found myself face down in the warm liquid and Lesley atop of my tan spine. Licking behind my ears, drawing obscene pictures along my spine and rump. Outlining every curve of my beautiful built with both hands softly along one side or the other after she had quickly taken me gently down to the wet flooring to mount me. Carefully I felt her rolling me over between her tight muscle bound legs, bent to fit either of my naked hips. Gazing with lusty eyes forming inside my head as I felt the passion she so held back for years in each of her moist kisses. With the hard water crashing our bones as Lesley begins to leave my lips, hamper my rounded breasts, down she went to my wet orchard after the last set of fingers had left my sore erect rosy nipples. I could almost hear the softness in her taste buds going over the tips of my wet pussy hair. Her soft coos! Her water log fingers parting my folds delicately while alongside her mouth, ramming me in and out as I spread farther apart my tender legs and run my fingers through her short hair the way I always had intended to do in my dreams. Thrusting upwards her face, side to side my hips went to enjoy the warmth of her heavy breathing and the filling of her once vacate lot with my humble ability to climax into. My deepest of appreciations grew fonder, more loving, when I felt this urge to surrender myself surging within me. Such a passion and thrill of making it with Lesley from across the high seas, delivering not temptation, but evil, to her own beautiful body. Neither of us has ever been loved like this, or even wanted to be enjoyed by one another a year ago. But as the seeds were being sewed inside her, I quickly roll Lesley over to love on her tiny boobs, to give her a piece of me no boy has ever been given. Surrendering my hands to her breasts to squeeze, while I float like a butterfly down her front, leaving wholesome trails of my presence behind, of moist rich saliva and drawing little circles along each open pore. When suddenly I was face to face with such a gift. Presenting to my sultry stares and hungry eyes a small patch of filament so damn cute and uninviting to the member of the opposite gender. Suddenly Lesley's eyes fills up with passion, desire, and a host of many uncanny mixed feelings as I hesitate. Like I had been hiding my true feelings for her all along. So, in order to gain her respect and confidence back I licked all around her vagina with my eyes shut. To vision her facial emotions through the soothing of coos and moans as I outline the tender tissues while my hands squeezes tighter the erect nipples that lies topside. Loving on her wet petals of solid pink as my tongue continues to part them. One by one I weed out, drawing forward even more of her hot lava to surface my face and fill my heart with joy. Then grasping under her, both hands touching her bare buttock, squeezing together tighter the more I surge inside the twin folds which seems to be wanting more, more that I cannot give to her deep depression that I seek with forked tongue with overwhelming vengeance. Lesley suddenly took me by surprise. "Mum, I want to feel more of you inside!" she shouts, scolding me in French. Then rolling me onto my bare nude backside to gallop and penetrate my harden taste buds with such harsh words of foreign and knees bent harshly against my straight posture. Encouraging me to pierce her teats with power and more magnitude. Then saying over and over upon each plunging thrust and sway, in plain old English, that I was the right one for her body…only girl for her!! Sex Between Friends I met her at the pool. She didn't live in the building, but was over often to visit several friends who did. She had about 10 years on me (I was 34 at the time), but looked really good in a bikini. She had a tight ass, firm B-cup breasts, and a flat tummy. Light brown hair and blue-grey eyes. We talked quite a bit, shared cigarettes and the occasional joint while baking in the sun listening to music or playing in the pool. More than a little bit of flirting went on. As time went by and we talked more, it turned out we shared the same last name. Even stranger, she had a younger brother who shared my first name. He was a gay real estate agent in the same part of town, and I got a few phone calls from people looking for him and getting me instead. Weird. We saw each other quite a bit at the pool over the late spring/early summer, and she came up to my apartment a number of times as we collaborated on cooking on the grill poolside. She worked at a rather exclusive French restaurant, and I was a pretty accomplished cook myself, so we had fun putting our minds together and making great meals for our friends and ourselves. She was a drinker, rarely being without a glass of wine or a beer, which probably explained why she never seemed to remember that I was not gay (in that part of town almost all males were gay – so it was a common assumption that I learned to live with). On the 4th of July we had a pretty big party with steaks and chicken on the grill by the pool and various sides from corn on the cob to diced potatoes with butter and garlic and red beans and rice. We all retired to an apartment near the top of the building to watch the fireworks show that would be occurring at Olympic Park. At one point I found Cynthia and myself in the elevator together as we were transporting food and dishes from the pool deck to their various homes. I had her pressed against the wall and our crotches were pressed together while her breasts rubbed against my chest. I murmured something in her ear about having fun together, and she responded with "But you're gay!" "No I am not gay! I'm 100% straight honey!" Comprehension dawned in her eyes and we locked lips in a passionate kiss while she groped in my shorts for my erect cock. I wanted that elevator ride to last forever, but we were soon on the pool deck finishing our cleanup. We returned upstairs for the fireworks show, which was spectacular. A lot of things went on, but we kept exchanging glances loaded with meaning. After the fireworks the party began to break up, and I managed to get Cynthia in a corner of the kitchen to ask if she needed a place to stay the night – nobody was sober enough to drive her home, and I had ulterior motives. She readily agreed. We slid out the door together and took the short trip down to my level in the elevator. On the way down I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, while fondling her firm breast through the T-shirt she had thrown on over her bikini. She broke away about the time that the elevator stopped on my floor and looked me in the eyes, "You really aren't gay?" I grabbed her hand and moved it to my prominent erection that was threatening to pop out the leg hole of my shorts "Does this feel gay to you?" She was drunk and I was high and we were both horny. What more could a single guy ask for? We burst through the door to my apartment, and I threw the deadbolt behind us. Cynthia pressed me against the back of the door and grabbed my ass while sticking her tongue down my throat. We French kissed for several minutes, while her hands roamed across my ass to my thighs and across my stomach. In turn, I was running my hands along the crease of her buttocks, and around her stomach and then across her chest, brushing her nipples as I went. We were both covered in suntan oil and sweat, with the smell of grilled food clinging to us. We moved towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. We wound up with her sitting on the edge of my bed naked, me standing in front of her with my cock bouncing in front of her face. Cynthia grasped the base of my erection with one hand and lightly kissed my swollen head before wrapping her lips around it and swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside. Her other hand was pressing against the small of my back, pulling me closer. I was groaning with pleasure, and as Cynthia continued her ministrations to the head of my cock and then began to stroke the shaft slowly with her hand I could feel the pressure building. "I'm close!" I said. She merely sucked a little harder and increased the movement of her hand. She also removed her other hand from my back and cupped my balls. I came, shooting my load into her mouth as she gulped it down. My knees literally got weak, and I sagged a bit while she milked my cock for every drop. As the last vibrations of my orgasm subsided she released me, and I dropped like a stone onto the bed beside her. I was gasping for breath after that orgasm, but Cynthia wouldn't let me rest. She climbed on top of me, legs straddling my hips and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips, and we spent several minutes kissing deeply. Rather than subsiding, my cock grew nicely firm again. Cynthia took advantage of this and moved her hips down a bit to rub her slit in my erection. I could feel her curly pubic hairs brushing against my still sensitive head, and then I slid between her lips and she was rubbing herself along the bottom of my cock without penetration. We tore our lips and tongues apart, and I moved myself to meet her breasts, sliding my lips down her throat, to her shoulders, and across her collarbones until I had my lips centered on her breastbone between her bouncy tits. She moved slightly from side to side, trying to make contact between my mouth and her nipples, but I was in a teasing mood. I slid my lips and tongue around the bottom of her breasts, licking the sweat from the crease underneath them, and then circled round to the top, fluttering my tongue and lips along her skin. I could feel her arch her back in an attempt to make firmer contact, but I pulled back just enough to continue to tease. Cynthia was breathing heavily and I could almost hear her nipples hardening in anticipation. I finally relented and move my mouth to one nipple. I shot my tongue out and licked her hard nub briefly, eliciting a wonderful shudder of pleasure from her. I then blew gently across her hard and newly damp breast, which caused another shiver to course through her body. Giving in to temptation, I then locked my lips onto her breast, and began to manipulate her with my mouth. I was massaging her other breast with one hand, and the other slid down her tight stomach to find a home between her legs. I probed through her pubic hair and caressed her labia for a moment, before spreading her wide with my index and ring fingers and allowing my middle finger to slide inside her slippery hole. Cynthia convulsed in pleasure, breaking my hold on her breasts and pulling my finger out of her. I took the opportunity to slide down even further and position my face underneath her dripping crotch. She looked down at me, and I looked up at her; we both smiled, and she lowered her pussy onto my face. I gently used my fingers to pull her lips apart, and I saw her swollen clitoris poking out at me. I craned my neck a bit to reach up and lick the delicate folds of her inner lips, circling around her hole, and purposefully avoiding her clit. I sucked her lips, inner and outer, into my mouth, gently nibbling on them before pressing my face onto her mons pubis and applying pressure as I kissed her triangle of light brown hair. My hands were groping across her back and cupping her ass, and she was squiggling around on top of me, trying to settle into firm contact with anything. I was still teasing. Finally, I gave in. I stretched the tip of my tongue out and touched it to her swollen clit. She took a deep breath and pressed herself against me. I reached up with both hands and grasped her breasts, finding the hardened nipples and giving them a solid pinch. At the same time I began to move my tongue rapidly across her clit, providing more stimulation while she pressed ever firmer against my face. Cynthia came in a mighty wave. I could feel her body move from her shoulders to her knees as she cried out and grabbed the back of my head with one hand, nearly smothering me between her thighs. Her juices ran from her pussy freely and dripped around my tongue, flowing out across my face. As her quivers of pleasure subsided, I managed to remove my face from her crotch and flip her onto the bed on her back. I leaned over her and kissed her with her cum on my lips, much as she had kissed me with my cum on her lips a little earlier. She devoured my kisses, and even licked my face in an attempt to collect the evidence of her pleasure. "Ready to fuck now?" I asked with a smile on my face. She just smiled. Cynthia threw her knees apart, and I lowered myself onto her. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her deliciously wet pussy. I slid into her with ease, slowly pressing down until I was fully encased in her warmth and wetness. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was still inside of her, paused, and looked down at our joining. "What a beautiful sight" I said. Cynthia looked down across her breasts and tight abs and said, "Yes, it is beautiful". We both stared down at our groins, watching as I slid in and out of her, her lips clinging to my cock with every withdrawal and pressing in as I slid back into her warmth. We probably spent several minutes watching our motions, but the pleasure soon took over. Cynthia's pussy was getting wetter and warmer, and it seemed as if my cock was growing in response. She was starting to moan in the back of her throat, and the volume increased as I grasped her breasts in my hands. I gripped those mounds of flesh tightly for a moment, and then took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger of each hand, applying firm pressure. She let out a yelp and grabbed my ass with both hands, forcing me into the closest possible contact while she squirmed and gyrated under me in orgasmic pleasure. It would have been pretty easy to cum again right then, but since I had already shot a load into her mouth I was looking for the long haul. Our sweat was mingling with the remnants of the suntan oil, creating a nice slick sensation as her tits brushed against my chest and our stomachs slid against each other. As her orgasm subsided, I looked into her eyes once again and asked "are you ready for more?" "Oh yes!" Cynthia surprised me then by shrugging my cock out of herself and then squirming about to place her legs over my shoulders. She locked her ankles behind my neck and positioned her wet pussy on the head of my cock. "Now fuck me for real". I was definitely not used to that reaction, most women were asking for slow and tender at this point in my experience. But, being ever the gentleman, I did my best to oblige. I placed my hands on either side of her face, gently cupping her as I lowered my face down and kissed her. She reached up and grabbed her own breasts, massaging them strongly and pulling on her nipples. I began to thrust in and out of her fast and furiously. We fucked like maniacs for probably 10 minutes, my cock pulling back and thrusting in while my balls occasionally slapped her ass. The noises as my hard on slid into and out of her were loud and squishy sounding. Every now and again we would get caught in a circular motion that had her rotating her hips around my shaft and me trying to rotate my hips in the opposite direction. When we caught our synchronization just right I could feel the walls of her pussy roll around the head and shaft of my prick, creating a very delightful feel. Despite the intensely pleasurable sensations we were creating, it became fairly clear that neither of us was going to cum very soon. We had both gotten off once and were ready for more fun. Cynthia took the initiative releasing her tits from her grasp and removing her legs from around my neck, while disengaging our groins from each other. I felt cool air on my shaft, and a small surge of disappointment, followed by curiosity. Cynthia shrugged out from under me and scooted about on the bed, placing her feet on the floor as she bent over the edge, presenting her ass and swollen pussy lips to my sight. "Do me!" I did. The bed was tall enough that I could slide into her and fuck her from behind without having to crouch down too far for comfort. Once again our bodies were slapping together and I placed my hands on her hips while she grabbed at the sheets in pleasure. I could also se her rubbing her erect nipples on the bed for more stimulation. We fucked doggie style for a while, but then I got inspired and grabbed her right leg, elevating it and turning her around to her side with my cock still pounding inside of her. We wound up facing each other with her leg thrown up in the air and me thrusting into her almost sideways, while we stared into each other's eyes. After a couple of minutes, I craned my neck down and managed to grasp her nipple in my teeth. I applied pressure gently and all of a sudden she was cumming in a furious orgasm. I could feel the temperature of her pussy rise, and the fluids were running out around my shaft. Her eyes rolled up and she shook and trembled in pleasure. As her orgasm passed, I rolled to the side and pulled her around with me, cock still firmly encased in her. At the completion of my roll, she was now on top of me, with her breasts hanging down and her pussy firmly lodged against my tool. We squirmed around a bit on the bed to center ourselves, never loosing that close contact. Then Cynthia placed her hands on my chest and began to fuck me. Her hands massaged my chest and she pinched my nipples now and then, all the while her hips were bouncing up and down and my cock was sliding in and out of her pleasure hole. I placed my right hand on her tit, and my left sought out her firm buttock. I grasped each in my hands, savoring the firm flesh. Cynthia was rising to the tip of my cock until I thought the head might pop out and then slamming down until I was trapped entirely inside of her. Her breathing grew heavy, and her chest flushed. I knew she was close to cumming again, and so was I. I used my left hand to press he firmly onto my erection, and my right pulled on her nipple strongly enough to pull her closer to me. We kissed once more, and that was it. She came, I came, and the Earth moved. We were both making unintelligible noises and our hips were moving uncontrollably. I shot my cum into her, and she gushed juices on me. We lay together for some time, my cock slowly softening inside of her. When I finally had breath to speak, I asked her "Still think I'm gay?"