Not that I'm ever likely to forget, but it happened one afternoon a few years back. At the time I was attending our local College, and living in a converted apartment above my Uncle's garage. One Saturday my Aunt and Uncle were out, and I wasn't expecting them home until sometime late that night. Apparently neither was my Cousin Leslie., but then, she wasn't expecting me to be home either.
It was a Saturday and I had a movie date set up. My date canceled, which turned out to be fortuitous. So, with nothing much better to do, I decided to do some laundry. Wearing a pair of gym shorts and a pair of flip-flops I carried an over-loaded laundry basket down stairs. I skirted the pool, heading for the back door and the laundry room. Then, when I heard giggling coming from the direction of Leslie's room, I paused. So yeah, I should have moved on. But, I didn't, not after hearing my cousin Leslie's BFF Anita wail a questioning "Yeah, yeah, I know we talked about it; but seriously, now you actually want to do it?"
I knew Anita casually, mostly from afternoons the three of us spent lazing around the pool. She was what I would have called seriously cute, not quite a full-blown hottie. Maybe a bit short, she was a red headed pixie with hazel eyes and a wickedly curvaceous body.
Standing there in the dark, I listened to their girlish giggling, and some intriguing back and forth sparring. Leslie was clearly on the offensive, cajoling, and sometimes wheedling. From where I stood it sounded an awful lot like Leslie was trying hard to talk Anita in to something, something that sure appeared to involved sex. So, being the curious sort-well, the curious and perpetually horny sort-I sat my basket of dirty clothes down. And then, thinking that just maybe sneaky-quiet was in order, I removed my flip-flops.
Leslie's room had a glass slider that conveniently opened on to the patio. It was open; but then, so was the curtain, just not quite all the way. As I crept closer, I heard Leslie ask "Yeah, well you're sure you're good with it?"
I caught Anita's huffy "Sure, yeah why not?" By the time she got out "Only, well, don't count on my doing it to you," my imagination already had them naked, entwined as they sixty-nined.
It didn't matter, wherever I positioned myself I couldn't see squat, not even in the closet's mirrored doors. Regrettably, that meant I missed there strip-down. But then, Leslie came striding in to view. She was bare-ass naked, and I couldn't help noticing, tan all over. She stopped, hands fisted on her hips at the foot of her bed. Nice as it was, all I had was a rear view. Of course I had seen my nineteen year-old Cousin in a bikini, a couple of times only that bikini's bottom half. And, she was a green-eyed flame-haired hottie, with a seriously cute butt and these amazing jiggle-free boobs.
I stopped ogling my hot Cousin's curvy rear end when I spotted Anita crawling on to the bed. As I had been hoping, she was naked. She quickly knelt in the middle of the bed, head cocked coquettishly as she checked herself out in the mirror. I was checking her out too, recalling that out by the pool the bikini clad cutie hadn't minded my ogling her, not even the times her and Leslie had cavorted topless. Still, I took full advantage of my frontal view, scrutinizing an absolutely prime double handful of perfectly sculpted tits. And just then, they were topped by dark, clearly aroused gumdrop sized nipples. So, I figured that just maybe Leslie's less than enthusiastic BFF was actually more aroused than nervous.
Anita giggled, or maybe it was a snicker, either way I watched her shrug and then stretch out on the bed. Leslie didn't react, only stood there watching, so I figured it was still Anita's move. And, totally playing it, a grinning Anita slowly eased her legs apart. That move left me with an unobstructed view of her pussy, and a tiny, downward pointing triangle of neatly trimmed red pubes. So, I savored the view and waited for someone to make a move.
My curious Cousin went right for it, clambering up on to the bed and kneeling between Anita's legs. Somehow it just didn't seem fair. Not only did Leslie have a better view than me, her's was up close and personal. So, what I badly wanted to know was just why she was saying "Now or never, it's your last chance to say stop."
Anita fired back, huffily declaring "As if," and it was game on.
Leslie nodded and quickly slid on to her stomach. Nice, but it meant she was blocking my view of her BFF's pussy. I forgave her; because, for the first time ever I was getting a look at my uninhibited young Cousin's pussy. I had been wondering, and almost cut-loose with a whoop when I saw it was shaved bare, absolutely, and utterly bare.
It was maddening. Anita's moaned oohs and aahs told me that Leslie had put her tongue to work. My imagination didn't have any trouble painting vivid images of that tongue's tip working over an aroused clit, or of it plunging in and out of the exposed wet pink of Anita's vagina. But, what I wanted was an eyes-on, up close look at whatever that tongue was getting up to. Instead I watched Anita, clearly no longer a reluctant participant reach for Leslie's hair. Then, she was gasping yeses, her hands tangled in her BFF's red hair as she pleaded "Do it, do it, oh God yes, do it."
I stood there in the dark, dick in my hand as I pondered the possibilities. No doubt about it, if the girls positions had been reversed, I wouldn't have hesitated to clamber up, grab Anita's hips and drive my dick deep in to her. But then, Cousin or not, I didn't think there was any possibility of my passing up a chance to bang my muff-diving Cousin. Only, just then I was nothing more than a horny and increasingly frustrated spectator hoping to watch his Cousin send her BFF orgasmic.
Leslie succeeded, and never mind that she was a novice. Half the neighborhood could have heard Anita's impassioned screamed. And, if anyone had caught her shrieked "hey, what the fuck, why did you stop," like me, they would have been wondering.
Leslie was lying between Anita's legs; chin resting on a curled fist, when I heard her dreamily explained "Fuck Anita, I love doing it. Honestly, it's a total turn-on. And seriously, girlfriend if you don't reconsider, well then you're an idiot."
"Yeah, yeah, we'll see," a panting Anita fired back. But, by then she had already reached down, using her fingers to peel her labia back. I almost blew my cover, barely managing to stifle a whoop. Holding her self spread open, Anita boldly declared "So, Like Maybe you could, you know shut-up and do me."
"What? You won't go down on me, but you're expecting seconds," my teasingly sarcastic Cousin replied.
It was already in my hand. So, when Leslie shifted so she was lying almost sideways across Anita's thigh, I began to stroke my dick. Then, when she waggled a pair of fingers in front of Anita's face, I didn't whoop, but I did groan. Leslie just went for it, leaning in as she wriggled those fingers in past Anita's wetly glistening labia. Slow, fully penetrating thrusts had Anita oohing and aahing. And, when Leslie's probing fingers began to twist as they penetrated, Anita's hips began bucking up in to those pistoning fingers. Then, when my "Hot damn," went unnoticed, I blew out a slow breath.
