Kim and I had always been really good friends. We had gotten each other through some tough times at school and with each of our respective professional and personal lives. We became friends at college, and though our lives were often separate, we ended up living in the same city after school, and maintained our own lives. We had never truly considered any romantic involvement until one fateful night a few months ago.
We were both attending a party at a mutual friends, and since we were both unsuccessful in our respective dating, we just went together. The party was great, and all present had a fun time eating, drinking and socializing. The crowd started to thin around midnight, and not long thereafter, Kim and I found we were the only ones left helping our hosts clean up. As the hour was getting really late, and since we all had a little too much to drink, we decided to accept our hosts' gracious offer to spend the night in their guest room. There was a king sized bed, and our hosts knew Kim and I were not romantically involved and thought nothing of our sharing a bed for the night. And neither did we because we had done so in the past with no problems.
Kim went off to do her nighttime thing, and I fixed the bed and borrowed some pajamas from our host. Kim emerged from the bathroom in a long, mans dress shirt and crawled into the bed telling me goodnight and that the bathroom was all mine. I took my time preparing for bed, showering and not even thinking this night would bring an end to my involuntary celibacy. I crawled in the bed opposite Kim and told her goodnight too. Kim and I just sort of started talking about the party, our hosts, couples at the party and gradually to sex.
She asked me if I found anyone there attractive. She asked what I found attractive in women. I asked her the same, and we began revealing some of our secrets to each other. We were still somewhat uninhibited from the alcohol, and our conversation grew more and more intimate. Kim asked me when the last time I was with a woman. She asked me what it was like. She asked me what kinds of things I liked from a lover and what kinds of things I liked to do in bed.
She in turn told me the types of things she likes in her sex life and I found myself revealing many more secrets than I would have under sober circumstances. And I also found myself getting rather excited from the openness and sexuality of the conversation. I told Kim how much I liked oral sex with women and how I loved being slow and torturous in teasing my lover to pleasure. I told her how much I liked watching the things my lover does to me to increase the excitement by mental stimulation in addition to physical.
Kim revealed to me how she likes to occasionally dominate her encounters, and sometimes play submissive depending on the mood of the situation. She told me how much she loves giving oral sex to her partner because she knows how much men love it and she enjoys the power of the control it gives her with a cock in her mouth. She said how much she loved knowing her man was about to come in her mouth, and she would just stop and make him crazy with urgency.
I asked her how it felt to have someone inside her and what she likes to be done to her. Kim told me she likes to ride her lover's cock inside her so she can control the action. She said if her lover can keep hard inside her, she can sometimes come several times. She loves to have her breasts played with and to feed her hardened nipples into her lovers mouth while she gyrates on his hips.
I was absolutely beside myself with desire in listening to these wonderful secrets. Kim I guess sensed my feelings and asked if I was getting excited, and if I had and erection. I told her yes, and she admitted she was quite turned on too. She asked me if I ever masturbated. She asked me what I did with my come, if I used a towel, or tissue, or just did it in the shower. She wanted details. And I found myself telling her everything she wanted to know. She asked me if I fantasized about my experiences while I masturbated, or if I created fantasies.
She told me she likes to masturbate sometimes several times a week when she is not with a regular boyfriend. She told me she could make herself come quickly sometimes, and other times, she liked to treat herself to a nice slow session with a vibrator. She calls it BOB-battery operated boyfriend. She explained to me in detail how she can imagine her lovers cock inside her as she brings herself slowly to orgasm.
When she closed her eyes explaining to me the details of her self-pleasure experiences, I could picture every word in my mind. She then told me that she was quite excited, and that if I was too, I could go take care of myself in the bathroom, and she would do the same in the bedroom.
