It had been a few weeks since I had last had sex. Three to be exact. I had been working as many hours as possible and my new home in Palm Beach Gardens did not have nearly as many men around as my downtown apartment. This may have been the longest I had gone without sex since arriving in West Palm Beach, but to be honest, my memory was so cloudy I couldn't be sure.
It was a Sunday in late June and Courtney and I were spending the day laying on the sofa, trying to find the type of embarrassingly bad television shows we loved to watch together. We had both worked long hours the night before and had no intentions of doing much of anything today other. Courtney was laying on one end of the large crescent shaped sofa. Her head was on the arm of the sofa and her feet stretched out toward me. I was laying on the sofa as well, my head places on a pillow in the middle and my legs curled out toward the far end. My gaze altered from the television to Courtney. Every so often she would adjust her legs and I would get a glimpse of her vagina as it exposed itself beneath her loose shorts. She was not wearing underwear, and for that fact, neither was I. Her body turned me on and I could feel my pussy tingling as it brushed up against the cotton fabric of my shorts.
I sat up and Courtney crawled over to my section of the couch, placing her head in my lap. I played with her blond hair while we talked girl talk.
"My mom and brother want to visit for the Fourth of July," Courtney muttered. "You're okay with that, right?"
"Of course," I responded, quietly feeling the anxiety build over the fact I had taken the virginity of her brother, Jason, a few weeks ago. I still hadn't built up the nerve to tell her about it and wasn't sure I would.
"I could sure use a pick me up," I said, eager to change the Subject.
"I think I can arrange that," and with that Court picked up the phone.
Forty minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"Can you get that?" Court yelled from her room.
My braless breasts swayed unrestricted under my white T-shirt as a made my way to the door and my nipples hardened slightly. As I opened the door Mike walked through into our condo. His beautiful eyes caught mine and I embarrassingly looked away. He was a gorgeous specimen of a man. His head looked tan and freshly shaved and his body looked fit, if not a bit too skinny. I noticed he had tattoos down his right arm although I couldn't make out what they were.
Mike reached into his pocket, pulled out a bag of cocaine and tossed it to Courtney who had returned to the sofa.
"You wanted a pick me up, right," she asked.
"Who knew it was so easy," I laughed as I sat down next to her.
