It was one of these boring sundays on which you just sit around and wait for something to happen. A warm breeze coming in from the terrace didn't do much good for my drink and the only positive aspect of this day was my friend Katrina ringing me up and proclaiming her passing by. As my parents were on holidays and me keeping the house I gladly agreed and prepared everything for a nice evening.
An hour later I was finished and sat down on the terrace, thinking of my friendship to Katrina and looking forward to her arrival. We were both twenty years of age at this point, knowing each other now for more than five years. She is one of the sweetest girls I've ever known but there never has been something between us. Of course I fantasized about her slender body laying beside mine, the look of her greenish-blue eyes on me, her soft chin brushing against my beard as we kiss. One time I even had a chance feeling her tits (she let me) and they are the most perfect tits I've ever seen. Just a little bit larger than my hands, with pink nipples as large as the tip of my index finger and this soft but firm young-girl-flesh in my hands I felt like in heaven.
Her legs are - just like the rest of her body - well formed and firm in its grip.
As I laid dreaming on the terrace I became very excited at the thought of Katrina passing by. We wanted to watch some movies but I had no doubt that when the movie was showing she would ask me to massage her a bit.
The doorbell rang and I went to open it.
And there she stood. Her reddish colored hair gleaming in the sun, sunglasses, big smile, a bordeaux-red see-through shirt (with some nice to look at black lace bra) and some black cotton trousers covering her slender legs.
She embraced me, said:"Hi, nice to see you!" and placed a (hot?) kiss on my neck. I invited her in and after a short talk concerning our families we sat down on the couch and started watching the movie. After a short while she really asked me if I couldn't massage her shoulders and of course I gladly obeyed her whish.
She pulled her knees close and rested her arms and head on them. I began the massage and made sure I took care of her sweet neck, too. When I reached down under her shoulders and the underside of her arms she purred "hmmm, that's pleasant..." and I took that for an invitation to let my fingers wander under her shirt.
Oh so slowly I reached around her torso sligthly brushing my fingertips against her belly, always aware that at the point she reckognized her own erection she (as happened before) wouldn't want this to happen and stopping the whole action. When I reached her lace bra I let my fingers wander back to the underside of her arms. There I noticed the thin film of sweat which must have appeared in the last minutes and at once took advantage of that. Slowly I began tracing symbols with my index finger and Katrina shuddered with excitement.
The next step was to open the hook at her bra - this would either mean the sudden end or the continuing of my exploration of her body. I unhooked her bra and let it fall down under her shirt, eager to let my fingertips wander up but barely touching the soft hills of her breasts. She moaned softly and leaned back against me and I knew I had won the jackpot this time. I helped her out of her shirt and took a look over her shoulder at those young, firm breasts before I got my hands back on them. Her nipples where rock hard, standing out and screaming for me to squeeze them gently. When I did so, Katrina let out a short scream. With one hand I reached around her neck while the other continued pinching her nipples. I brushed my lips against her ear and slowly breathed at the wet spots I had left there. Again she moaned, this time with a pleasure in her voice telling me she had gone far beyond her usuall reason and doubts. My right hand wandered down from her breasts to the inside of her thighs, tracing symbols with my fingernails while I moved the index finger of my other hand softly over her lips. When she opened her mouth an let my finger glide in my right hand reached the wet spot on her trousers between her legs.