I had been living alone for a year or so when Erin, a long time friend, needed a place to stay for a while. I had plenty of room in my home, 3 bedrooms and 2 baths and was comfortable sharing space with her. She was educated, intelligent, articulate and we conversed well with each other on most any subject. She was considerably younger than I, she being 28 and I being 54, but she seemed older than her years would indicate and I felt younger than mine. She was also quite attractive, a lovely face, about 5'2", 105 lbs., and a near perfectly proportioned body, with out a doubt the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life. We often partied together, had many mutual acquaintances and were perfectly comfortable and at ease with one another.
This particular evening it was a little after 1:00 when we got home. We had closed the bar down town and come back to the house only because there was nothing else happening. I put on my robe and Erin changed into an oversized T-shirt, her normal bedtime attire. Neither of us were sleepy so I made us some rum drinks and we sat at the kitchen table and talked. Her male friend lived in Portland and a couple of nights a week she would go there to spend the night, but not on a regular or predictable schedule.
We often discussed our sexual lives with one and other and after 20 or 30 minute of trading anecdotes she announced, out of the blue, "I have an oversized clitoris!" I responded with, "Let me see it!", not expecting her to take me seriously. Well she stood up, and held her shirt up out of the way and spread her legs a bit and with her hand spread the lips at the top of her pussy. It was large, probably the largest I had ever seen, but not in any way ugly. Her bush was neatly trimmed and lovely to look at. I could feel my cock stirring beneath my robe, and said, "Oh yes, it is big, beautiful too." She let shirt fall back into place and sat back down.
