Confessions of a Slut

I loved West Palm in April. The weather was perfect. It was reasons like this that I moved down here. The sun, the fun, the men. West Palm was not real life. At least not the real life I had previously known.

Courtney was spending a decent amount of time at my place since my roommate moved out. Currently we were polishing off a bottle of wine while sitting on the couch. I was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. Courtney was wearing shorts and a tee - without makeup or a bra. Her breasts always looked great while in a tee shirt. Her nipples sometimes playfully made an appearance against the fabric. I wondered how hers stayed so firmly and perky. Mine were great too - a full 36c - but I had noticed a slight sag to them recently. It really wasn't much to fret about. They were still great tits. I was always highly critical of myself though, especially my body.

I finished my glass of wine and decided to take a shower. It had been two days since I last showered and I was feeling dirty and oily. Courtney slept over sometimes and often slept in bed with me. The last thing I wanted to do was stink up the bed. It was nice having some company, someone to cuddle in bed with - even if the sexual tension was killing me. I still hadn't made a move with Court but I was attracted to her without a doubt.

I climbed in the shower and let the hot water soak the back of my head and neck. I heard the bathroom door open and through the shower curtain I could hear Courtney going to the bathroom.

"Kel! There's a condom in the trash can!" Courtney yelled with a laugh. She was so dramatic.

"Who the fuck still uses condoms?!?" she laughed, cracking herself up.

The condom was from a guy I met while working the prior night. The restaurant/bar I was working at was quickly dying and there were only a few patrons each night. He was in his mid 40s and sat alone at the bar - drinking and chatting with me all night. Out of boredom I invited him back to my place and we had sex for no more than two minutes before he came and left.

"Shut up Courtney," I fired back, not eager to relive the middle aged cum and run.

I jumped as the curtain opened and Courtney and her beautifully naked body joined me in the shower.

"You are such a slut," she smiled. "I never would have guessed."

She was right, but it hadn't always been that way. Prior to moving to West Palm I had slept with six men total. In the few months I lived down here I had slept with double that number. Part of me felt uncomfortable and slutty - another part of me sexy, desired, and empowered. It was a tug of war I would need to take control of.

Courtney's body was something you'd see in magazines. A gorgeous bronze skin tone, mostly from fake tanning, but a nice hue nonetheless. There wasn't a tan line on her body. Her pubic hair was shaved, and recently it seemed. I was in awe of her body. Just seeing it gave me butterflies.

I rotated away from the shower head and shampooed my hair while she took my spot and allowed the water to wet her hair. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, and I took the opportunity to blatantly stare at her neck and breasts. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, meeting symetrically in the middle of her chest. She opened her eyes, her smile letting me know she had caught me admiring her. She stepped forward, her naked chest pressing against mine. She leaned in and kissed my lips. It shocked me but I managed to kiss her back awkwardly as my hands were still shampooing my hair.

"I just needed a quick rinse," she winked as she stepped out of the shower.

"What the fuck was going on," I thought to myself. I had loved the kiss. I had wanted more. But she seemed to be teasing me. Was she bisexual? For that matter, was I? Various thoughts ran through my head as I finished my shower. I knew I had wanted to become sexual with Court but I had never been with a woman before. How does one do that? What if that wasn't what she wanted? Would it ruin our friendship? She was the only real friend I had down here. I decided I couldn't risk it.

I dried off my body and wrapped one towel around my body and a second around my hair. I walked into my bedroom. Courtney was laying on my bed, naked and on her right side. She gave me a "come hither" motion with her finger and I felt myself pulled to her like a tractor beam. I dropped the towel from my body and then did the same from my hair. I climbed in bed and pulled the cover over us. The lights were still on and I was self conscious.

We laid there naked, no more than an inch separating our bodies and faces. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her lips. I wanted her body. I wanted it all.

I placed my hand on her cheek and gently kissed her. Her lips were soft and her tongue tasted like Pinot Noir. Her hand had already found it's way to my vagina, expertly finding my clitoris and gently rubbing it. Our tongues played in each other's mouths. Our hands explored each other's bodies. Her fingers entered me and it pushed me over the edge. I rolled onto my back, wanting more. Her mouth found my left tit while her fingers alternated between filling me, finding my clitoris, and massaging my g spot. She quickly made me cum and I removed her hand from my pussy.

Court mounted me and leaned forward; Her tits swaying slightly as she hovered over me.

"Where's your vibrator?" she whispered in my ear.

"Ummm, I don't have one," I whispered back.

"Are you serious? What toys DO you have?"

"None."

"Oh my god. We're going to have to fix that."

I was embarrassed. I had never been confident enough to buy toys. It also made me wonder what toys Court had.

My train of thought was interrupted by Courtney quickly rotating around. Her face was at my waist. Her legs on each side of my head and her pussy staring me right in the face. Of course her pussy was perfect. So neat and orderly unlike mine - which my ex boyfriend sometimes casually referred to as roast beef curtains. I could see she was slightly wet but was unsure if I could go through with oral sex. This was much different than kissing or touching.

I had little choice though. Court pressed her pussy onto my mouth and my tongue instinctively began to explore. Her pussy was so soft. It smelled good. It tasted good. She was perfect.

I could feel her mouth between my legs as well although she soent most of the time aggressively finger fucking me and moaning, a sure sign she was enjoying my oral attention.

Her pelvis was rocking back and forth. Smothering me from above. It made me a bit claustrophobic but I didn't want to ruin this experience. I attempted to ignore my anxiety and eat my way out. It must have worked as Courtney convulsed on top of me. She screamed as my tongue brought her to orgasm. Her body collapsed on top of mine, still in a 69 position. Her ass and vagina in my face and her weight on top of me.

I laid there awkwardly as Courtney didn't move. After a minute or so I rolled her off of me. She was heavy, dead weight. I was concerned I had broke her somehow. I leaned over and looked at her face. She smiled at me and asked for a minute to regroup.

I wondered if this would change things between us. I sure hoped not. But as we laid in bed, I attempted to spoon her.

"Please don't," she said. "I just want to be left alone."

It seemed things had already changed. I rolled over and quietly went to sleep - wondering what I had done.