I couldn't tell you how it started. I look back at my life with Shane and how we grew up together. I was always the popular little brat playing seven minutes in heaven with the boy next door while he sat in the corner making jokes and getting in trouble. I loved him because he was my friend. He got along so well and he always had a thing for me. I remember he was the first boy to tell me I was pretty and that he wanted to marry me. Back in 3rd grade things like that don't seem that important.
But now I am 18 years old, holding down an education career and massive schedule at UVM. I am a women's studies major, which Shane swears means I am a lesbian, but he is wrong. All grown up and very fine, Shane is a pre-med student between school and Maine, where we are from, to spend time with his girlfriend. She is my best friend, go figure, and they want to marry when Shane graduates. I think they are crazy and pretend it doesn't bother me.
But it does. Shane and I have agreed to share an apartment off campus and split the rent. We found a place with two bedrooms and a community spa equipped with a hot tub. I spend every night in the tub nude, trying to wash off all the stress of that day. No one is ever in the spa because they are always on campus or at work. But one night was very different.
I was sitting back in the hot pool of water, letting the jets spray my virgin pussy. Not to say I was exactly a prude, I was just waiting for Mr. Right, and in the mean time I figured I could find other ways to pleasure myself. Moaning and grinding my body against the edge of the pool I started to orgasm harder than ever. I was horny and in need of some serious pleasure when Shane walked in.
"Umm, Cherry, what are you doing?" I looked up, sunk my nude body under the water and back myself into the corner. "Nothing," I screamed. I was embarrassed and shocked. "I thought you were at a study session."
"We got out early. Can I join you, or would I be interrupting something?" He laughed. We knew all of each others sexual pleasures and desires. He knew what I has been doing, and I am sure he realized it wasn't the first time. I just nodded my head and made sure my 36 DD breasts stayed under the water. If there was anything that Shane wanted from me was to touch my firm rack that he commented on regularly.
"You know what Sam, you need a real man." I laughed at him.
"I know I do Shane, but it is really hard to find one."
He moved closer to me and from under the water cupped my breast. "What do you mean, there is one right in front of you."