Brandi Edwards lived just down the hall from her best friend Susan Simpson. Their families had moved into their condos on the same day almost six years ago. Both families were each blessed with a daughter of the same age and so they struck up a friendship that moving day that saw them eventually even take vacations together long after the girls had moved away to college. Both girls had now finished their undergrad degrees; Susan was going on to medical school; Brandi was already in law school. She was the cheeky one.
This morning, Brandi had just finished reading the latest issue of Cosmo and had uncovered some insight into a long burning topic that she and Susan were both intensely curious about. Intent on sharing with her gal pal, Brandi had tried texting and Twittering her, but got no response.
'Maybe the little tart is still in bed,' she thought. Grabbing the magazine and the Simpson's spare key she decided to check out for herself.
Brandi let herself into the Simpsons' condo and called out, "Anybody home?" She headed for Susan's bedroom, bent on waking that sleepy head up, but when she opened the door all she discovered was an unmade bed. She heard the distant sound of running water. 'Aha!', she thought, 'The little minx is using her parents' bathroom.'
Though initially intent on scaring the crap out of her, by surprising her in the shower, Brandi thought the better of it. Susan would probably slip and bash her head, so instead she plopped herself down on the king sized bed, and began re-reading the article while waiting.
Steve Simpson was looking forward to having the house to himself finally. Internet Porn and Pizza! The ladies were away in Montreal for the weekend on a mom and daughter getaway. He turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the bedroom.
"Ahhhh!" The woman's scream stopped Steve dead in his tracks. "What the fuck?"
Brandi had leapt to her knees on the bed, clutching the Cosmo magazine as a shield.
"Brandi?"
"Mr. Simpson?! What, what are you doing here?"
"I live here. What are you doing here?"
"Of course. Fuck! Mr. Simpson, you scared the shit out of me. I thought it was Susan in the shower. I let myself in with the shared key. I had something urgent to discuss with her.
"Jeez, Brandi, you can't be popping in like that. What if I didn't have a towel on?"
Brandi looked at him and smirked. "Then I'd have seen you bare ass naked. What the fuck's it matter Mr. Simpson? Relax." Sure he was an older dude, she thought, but she always thought Mr. Simpson was cute and funny and he was not serious like her dad.
"Brandi, you might consider doing something about the vocabulary."
"Sure. So where's Susan?"
"In Montreal, with her mom. Girls weekend."
"Ohhh No! Mr. Simpson," she remarked sarcastically, "so you're home alone. Porn and pizza?"
"Ha, ha."
She moved across the bed on her knees toward him. As she approached, Steve remembered it had been at least a year since he last saw Brandi and he took the time to appreciate just how much she had matured. Gone was the awkward gangly sporty teenager he remembered when the girls were in high school. Brandi had become a very attractive young woman. Her outfit didn't disguise much; a white sleeveless knit crop top hugged her full firm breasts and at the same time revealed her strong toned arms and shoulders. The taut fabric just contained her pert nipples. The short pink tartan skirt, tied with pink ribbon confirmed she was still a playful tease at twenty-five.
"God! Mr. Simpson, you must have so much fun in this bed. It's like a freaking gym mat from my gymnastic days." As if to prove the point, Brandi rolled on her back giving Steve a perfect flash of her green lace briefs before springing up and landing beside him. It would have been a perfect dismount except her 4" white heels caused her to stumble into Steve.
Steve moved to catch her, which he did, but in the attempt he lost his towel. Brandi burst out laughing as she straightened herself out. "You're sporting a bit of a boner there, Mr. Simpson." Steve awkwardly tried to cover himself, "Relax. I've seen a few cocks." She picked up the towel, handing it to him. "Here, cover that bad boy up before I get ideas," she chuckled.
"Sit down," she patted the bed beside her, "You just might be able to advise me, since Susan isn't here."
Steve wrapped himself in the towel and sat as instructed, his awkward bulge less evident as he placed his hand on his lap.
"See. Look here, I was reading this article in Cosmo," she continued. "It explained how facials can help prevent a woman's skin from aging. It's not a big worry for me now, but a woman can't start too young to have the proper regime in place."
"You mean like facial masks and stuff? Brandi, how would I know if spreading all that muck on your face works or not? Near as I can recall Mrs. Simpson doesn't do that, so I'm not sure how I can help you."
"No, silly. Look, here's the article," she flipped open to the page. "So this beauty blogger claims semen facials cured her skin condition."
"Semen facials?"
"Yes. You know; cum, jizz, spunk, your man sauce."
"Seriously? Brandi, this is one of those April Fools articles and they got you."
"No way man. First, the article was from January and second, it's Cosmo. Look. See, she says she has her source." She punctuated "source" with air quotes, "He pops in a plastic sauce cup and then delivers it to her. So, I'm thinking: WTF bitch, woman up! Skip the cups an' go right to the source. First, it's gonna be fresh and second it's way more fun. Right?"
"I guess, so do you have a friend in mind?" Steve imitated the air quotes, "For your kinky experiment?" He actually couldn't believe he was having the conversation.
"Well, not exactly. I was gonna ask Sue if I could borrow her boyfriend Tom, but she probably drained him before she left so he didn't get any ideas, if you follow me. Right Mr. Simpson?" She poked him in his side, smiling wickedly.
Brandi stood up and moved around the room deep in thought. Steve studied her stunning figure more carefully. The short pleated plaid skirt draped her delicious apple-shaped ass perfectly. Steve could see that the lace tops, of the white thigh highs that wrapped her long lean legs, were just barely revealed. More blood flowed to Steve's cock, reaffirming his impression of how impossibly hot this woman had become.
"I've got it!" she snapped her fingers and turned towards him, "How about you?"
Steve stood up holding the towel tightly, "Wait a minute! No way. Crap, Brandi, enough. You have to leave." Steve stood up holding the towel tightly. "Brandi, I'm twice your age at least and you're my daughter's best friend. I know your dad for heaven's sake."
Of course, as Steve spoke this, his mind was in total rebellion: What the hell dude, you've been ogling this sweet thing for years and now that she's practically begging you, you're walking away. Twenty-something women don't ask twice dude!
Fortunately for Steve, once Brandi Edwards got an idea in her mind nothing could deter her.
"Dude, I won't tell if you won't." She smiled at him, then stepping up to Steve she suddenly shoved him forcefully back on the bed. Immediately she straddled his chest, holding his arms over his head. Steve struggled kinda pathetically. Although he was much heavier than her, Brandi was a black belt in aikido, an experienced gymnast and a seasoned volleyball setter used to going for the dig. She had strength in places that Steve, sadly, lost long ago. Steve's struggles became weaker. For a while, he thought if only he could get some leverage he could save his dignity. Soon enough, he realized it was fruitless. He conceded. Truth be told he wanted this, whatever "this" was.
"Relax Mr. Simpson, you might just actually enjoy this." Brandi reached for the hem of her crop top, "Fuck, it's getting a little hot in here," she said, smiling as she pulled it off. Steve stared up at her perfect breasts, finally revealed. They were exactly as he imagined: Round, firm, topped by pink, pencil eraser shaped nipples.
"You like the girls don't ya Mr. Simpson? Hmm, aren't they spectacular," she said as she shook and playfully cupped her breasts, then drawing her hands up until her thumb and index finger pulled taut her very hard nipples, "Oh fuck, I love nipple play."
She looked down at Steve, who was intently following the action. She gazed into his eyes, then slid her pelvis lower, now just touching Steve's hard cock. "Hmmm. Mr. Simpson, I think your cock is sure up for this." She leaned into him. Steve could smell her sweet breath now. "Trust me, Mr. Simpson, you're gonna love this."
She kissed him. Softly at first, her amber eyes looking deeply into his. She smiled. Almost there. Brandi thought men are so simple in the presence of sexually powerful women. She softly moved her tongue past his lips and moaned into his mouth. Steve's eyes closed and he gave in completely. The kisses became more passionate. Soon they were tongue fucking like teenagers.
Brandi ground her pelvis harder against Steve's cock, delighting the sensation his hardness provided against her panty covered camel toe.
She broke their kiss. "Mmmmmm. Feels nice doesn't it Mr. Simpson? Can you feel how it hits my clit jewel? Ohhh I can't wait to have this cock in me, but first how'd you like a taste of my hot juicy cunt?"
