Liz was perfect of mind and body. She stood a beautiful five and a half feet tall with brown eyes and hair and a dark complexion. She appeared to be tanned all of the time. She had perfectly flat stomach and a pair of monster boobs, as well as, an equally massive ass which led into womanly legs. You know, legs with substance, not fat but not toothpicks either. And smart, oh my yes, she was a straight A student.
If Liz had a flaw it was, believe it or not, lack of self confidence. Which may explain how we got together in college? She was a year ahead of me and we met through mutual friends. She had a lot of boyfriends. She was not a run-around it was just that most guys felt inferior to her.
This is where I came in. She used me as her platonic friend. It was not my idea. But, I enjoyed her company and we had a lot of fun together. We went out a lot and hung out and talked for hours on end. She told me all about her love life and I complained about my lack of one. She even told me her likes and dislikes when making out. For example, she got more aroused when a guy nibbled on her ears and neck than when he kissed her boobs. But, her number one complaint was that as soon as she pulled a guys cock out of his pants he thought it was time to fuck.
I told her that would be stupid for any guy to assume. I figured that there ought to be much more fun to be had before fucking. She asked me to name just one thing I might do instead of going for the instant reward.
I said, “I could name several, but I know for sure that I would try to kiss your pussy.” I heard her swallow hard and then she changed the subject. Our relationship remained platonic. Our only touching was the massages she allowed me to perform on her legs, feet, and back.
It went on like this for three years with occasional teasing and a little flirting. Then it was her last week of school and I knew I was about to lose any chance of making it with her forever as she would be moving to the east coast and our relationship would be sporadic at best as soon as she left the next week. So I decided to put a plan in motion to at least make out with her if not go all the way. For the next several days all I did was keep carrying our conversations a little further on the risqué side and became a little bolder in my massages. I would make sure my hands rub a little more and more of the sides of her boobs and get more of her ass.
She was to leave on Friday and had her last final on Wednesday so we arranged to go out one last time Wednesday night as Thursday night would be too busy with other friends and last minute packing. She had asked if maybe I wanted to grab fast food, a movie and then go back to one of our places and talk one last time. It sounded good to me and about as fancy as either of us could afford as students. It also fit into my plan.
We met and went to the hamburger shack and began talking about a movie to see. Neither of us was in the mood for “You Light up My Life”. Liz was kind of interested in the other choice, some James Bond movie. This is when I stepped in. I reminded her there was a third choice. We had teased each other constantly about going to the adult movie theater. We were both curious but did not have the courage to go alone and it was not the place you took a casual date. I dared her to go with me; after all, we were friends and knew everything about each other. There was no cause for embarrassment.
She thought about it and looked at the add in the add paper and saw it was a soft core flick that week and reluctantly agreed to go admitting it might be fun or even funny.
We walked into the sparsely populated theater just in time to see our first X-rated cartoon. Then came the feature it was called “Home Repairs”. It was about this woman who had everything in her house break down. She would put in a service call and pay with her body, even if the service person was another sexy woman. Sometimes, there would be two repair people there at the same time. The joint was empty enough that we whispered to each other about the action on the screen.
She would talk about the men and compare their pricks but, she also seemed to squirm a little when discussing the women’s boobs and cunts. I told her I especially like the women with the very hairy pussys saying, “I sure would like to run my hands through her pussy hair, it is beautiful.”
I tried to make my complements fit Liz and was relatively sure that her twat was hairy from some of the clothes she had worn. She laughed at the fake moaning when the gal was being fucked saying, “No one is that loud.”
Not much seemed to be accomplished at the movie as all that happened is I put my arm around her, my hand on her mid thigh and she was leaning against me when the movie ended. I thought I caught her gently playing with herself during a couple of the more erotic scenes, but was not sure.
So, we walked home to her place as it was closer to the theater and she lived alone and we could talk without being interrupted by roommates. Liz allowed me to put my arm around her as she had done some in the past. The closer we got to her place the further my hand slid down her back and the closer I drew her to me. A couple of blocks from her home I had my hand firmly planted on the upper portion of her ass cheek. Realizing who I was she gently pulled away and took my hand in hers and we held hands the rest of the way, which was in its self a first.
She let me in and got me a Coke. We sat beside each other on her couch. I had not noticed how intoxicating her choice of perfumes was until then as my cock began to twitch in my pants. After a minute or two of small talk I asked her if she would like her feet rubbed to which she agreed. I bounced down on to the floor in front of her and hurriedly removed her sandals. Rubbing her feet which always gave me an instant erection as they were the sexiest part of her body. They were long and slender and had a perfect arch. Her toes were pedicure and beautiful. I took each in hand and gave her the best massage I could muster.
I looked up to her crotch and swore that I saw a damp spot in her jeans, but figured I was imagining things. I snuck a quick kiss of the ball of each of her feet but am not sure if she even noticed or chose to ignore my foolishness. As I rubbed I told her we had to keep up our tradition of talking about a movie when we got back. We usually talked the movie to death.