Scott and I had been friends in college. We went to football games together; played video games together; studied together. Scott was my best friend.
When friends of the opposite sex spend that much time together you either stay friends forever or become lovers. I don't remember just when we crossed that line.
First it was kissing, then slowly we began to explore each other's bodies. I would feel his hard-on through his jeans. He would slide his hand underneath my panties, his finger dipping between my labia, feeling the wetness and making me moan.
One night we were making out in his dorm room. His erection was quite noticeable through his shiny running shorts. We had yet to go all the way; I was a virgin, and still hesitant. I ached to see his hard cock; wanted to touch it and hold it in my hands. I wanted to taste it. Scott wanted it too.
His tongue was fucking my mouth. I pretended it was his cock, and sucked it. I ran the tip of my tongue up and down the underside; swirled it around the tip. He groaned. I was so wet- my heart pounded in my ears. That was when I slid the waistband of his shorts down over his cock.
It sprang from its restraints, a tower of flesh. Scott was rather small, but this part of him certainly was not. Other than the naked men and their cocks I had seen in a popular women's magazine, Scott's was my first.... up close and in person.
He got to his knees, placing his stiff, shiny pole right in front of my face. I reached for it. I grasped the shaft, almost making Scott faint. I looked at it; feeling the texture of the skin, moving my fingers to the tip. I saw that the head was shiny and smooth. A single drop of clear fluid rested on the tip. Scott told me that was pre-cum, lubricant for intercourse.
I moved my hand back to his shaft. I pulled it forward, then moved it from side to side. I looked at Scott's face. It was red, and his breathing was as ragged as mine. His eyes were dilated.