I am older and more experienced now than I was at that time. He was my brother's best friend, and by all standards, he was not that handsome. He was chunky, had a horrible haircut, but, growing up around him, I had come to love him, first as if he was my brother, then, as time progressed, I realized, I loved him a woman loves a man.
I am not a beauty queen, but I am also not ugly. I am tall and just under 6 feet, waist length brown hair, and a full figure. But, all you horny people don't care about looks, you just want to hear the story, so here it is:
My brother was at work. I lived in the house that he and his best friend James rented while they went to college, lucky me, I went to the same school as they did so it was a pretty easy decision that I move in with them.
I had been sitting in the Jacuzzi that was built into the house, thinking how lucky I was that James was rich, and he is the reason I lived in this lap of luxury, and then, my thoughts turned dirty, as they usually do when I think of guys, as I sat there fantasizing about the things I would like to do to him, and the things I would like him to do to me, a storm rolled in, lightning flared in the distance, and I knew it was time to get out.
Throwing on my robe, I went to my room, which is on the second floor, passing by James' room, he was just laying there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of the storm, which he claims, lulls him to sleep, I paused briefly to watch him, my eyes drawn to the crotch of his blue jean shorts.
"Decided to go to bed Jessica, or are you going to be going out later tonight?"
His voice snapped me out of me revelry and I quickly answered him with a shrug and a coy smile, laughing inwardly at his confused expression.
Hurrying into my room I took of my robe, water dripping off of my body, from my skin and my bathing suit. The bathroom was on the other side of the hall and I figured I could just grab a towel from there, after I had draped my bathing suit over the curtain rod.
My feet stamping on the carpeted hallway as I moved to the bathroom, pausing briefly at James' doorway, looking in to find him asleep. My bathing suit hung up, I looked into the linen closet, there were no towels in there and I cursed, remembering today was supposed to be my laundry day. Closing the door, to the closet, I looked at my reflection in a mirror, my nipples had hardened from the combination of cold air and water, and my pussy looked nice, I had shaved it when one of my girlfriends had jokingly compared it to a Chia pet with black sprouts in the locker room.
It wasn't a long way from the bathroom to my room, and with James asleep I had nothing to worry about, but as I passed his room, I had another fantasy, looking at him on his bed, I imagined me on top of him, riding his cock. I began to rub myself between the legs, letting my fingers get coated in my own lubricant, I lifted them to my lips, and gently sucked the shininess from them.
Building up my courage, my horniness at it's peak, I moved into the room. James was still wearing his jean shorts, so I gently unbuttoned them, zipping them, down, excited by the prospect that James was still sleeping, resting up for his rendezvous with my brother later on. Looking through the slit of his boxers, I saw his cock, it was even bigger than I had imagined it.