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Due to some piss-poor planning on my part and that of my roommate, Rob, I had to make a quick run over to the convenience store a couple of blocks from our house. We were having a party and had neglected to pick up ice and mixers, so I was overpaying for orange juice, cranberry juice and club soda. I guess, actually, I was paying extra for "convenience," hence the name. As it turned out, though, my run over there ended up being extremely fortuitous. As I was walking out the door with my purchases, a very attractive woman around my age was walking toward me. Despite being loaded down, I held the door for her and, just as she was thanking me, I realized that I knew her.
"Bob?" I asked. That stopped her in her tracks because it was a nickname I'd used as far back as middle school for a girl I'd been friends with but who I hadn't seen in a few years. She turned back and broke into a smile.
"Charlotte!" she replied, using the nickname she'd used for me.
I set the ice down and gave her a one-armed hug then we stepped out of the doorway. We started catching up a little as my bag of ice proceeded to begin melting when I had an idea that made a lot more sense.
"I'm here picking up supplies for a party," I told her, "why don't you come by? I'm roommates with Robbie."
"Get the hell out!" she replied, "I'm roommates with Bev!"
"Well bring her along," I suggested, "We live right there."
From the front of the store, you could see the house we were renting two blocks away, so I just pointed it out.
"No way," Robyn replied, "We live right over there."
She pointed to an apartment complex nearby. We'd been living within a few blocks of each other and just hadn't known it.
"Well, if you want," I said, "come over a bit early and the four of us can catch up before the party really gets started."
We exchanged phone numbers, hugged again then I headed on my way while she continued into the convenience store. Rob found it pretty cool that I'd run into her and that she and Bev lived nearby. He was glad I'd invited them to come by. As I'd suggested, they came by early and we had a nice little reunion as we finished up our last-minute preparations for the party. They both looked great; Robyn was still a thin brunette but with a bit more curves to her than back when I'd been inspired to call her Bob and Bev, who'd always been just a bit curvier, still wore her naturally blonde hair long. As our other guests arrived, there were quite a few who knew both Robyn and Bev so there was a lot of catching up going on. It was a great night and led to Rob and me hanging out with Robyn and Bev quite a bit from that point forward.
Initially, it was nothing more than the four of us hanging out occasionally, going to a bar, or catching a movie or hooking up with some other friends. It was purely platonic, though I certainly had my fair share of thoughts about what it might be like if it wasn't. I didn't want to mess up a good thing, though, and was content to see how things played out. Neither of them had boyfriends and neither Rob nor I had a girlfriend, so I knew there was potential, especially if a bit of alcohol was involved, which it often was. The first time anything really happened, though, there was actually no alcohol being consumed. Whether it was Robyn trying to initiate something or just a natural turn of events ultimately didn't matter to me because I was more than pleased with the way things went that evening.
It was after work on a Tuesday evening when Robyn called to see what we were up to but Rob was taking a night school class so I was on my own for the night. Robyn was calling because Bev was out for the night, too, so I asked what she wanted to do. Rather than going out, she was up for just sitting around at my place watching some TV. I'd left the door unlocked and was in the recliner in front of the TV when she arrived, so I just yelled for her to come on in. It was warm enough that she'd walked over wearing shorts that really showed off her long, thin legs which I knew my attention would be drawn to so I was going to have to be careful. She didn't make it any easier on me when she decided to join me in the recliner rather than taking another seat. It wasn't exactly made for two people, but we were both thin enough, though we did end up with one of her legs draped over one of mine. We watched and chatted for a while before I reached down to touch her calf because it looked so smooth.
"Wow," I said, turning to face her, "did you shave your legs just for me?"
"Well, I...uh..." Robyn stammered, which immediately suggested to me that she actually had shaved her legs just for me. I'd actually just been kidding, but her reaction was enlightening. She was starting to blush and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable so, somehow, my subconscious decided the best thing to do was to kiss her. I don't believe I gave it any conscious thought at all, and maybe that was a good thing, but our faces weren't that far apart to begin with and I suddenly felt her soft lips against mine. Fortunately, she was quite receptive to the kiss and it went from kind of sweet and romantic to a lot more passionate pretty quickly. The recliner kicked all the way back so that we were nearly flat, Robyn on her back and me on my side. The hand that had been checking out her smooth calf had slid right up to her smooth inner thigh. Normally in this position I'd probably have gone for her boob first but, since she didn't brush my hand away from her inner thigh or move it somewhere else, I just kept softly caressing it, once I actually realized that I'd been doing it. Of course, as I caressed it, I moved it up higher and higher until it was up the leg of her shorts and contacting her panties. With no objection still, I ran my fingertips over the damp front of her panties as she spread her legs for me. I interpreted this as an invitation so I slipped my hand out of the leg of her shorts and used it to unbutton them.
I was really pleasantly surprised with this turn of events and didn't want to give Robyn any reason to reconsider the way things were going. I figured we had several hours available before Rob got home so I should take my time and not push for anything to happen too quickly. My goal immediately became to try to make her cum because, even if nothing else happened, that would increase the chances of her being interested in hooking up again after tonight. Once I had the zipper down, I slipped my hand into her shorts and went back to lightly caressing the front of her panties.
Having my hand inside her shorts was, of course, huge but I was also beyond pleased just to be kissing her. Not only was Robyn really cute but I'd had a crush on her when we'd first started going to school together back in the day. We'd become friends and I wasn't really carrying a torch for her all through school, but I definitely always felt an attraction to her. Add to that the fact that I wasn't currently involved with anyone and neither was she and it just really felt right. At that moment, I just wanted to make sure that everything I did would result in things continuing to progress and that I didn't do anything to screw it up.
When I slipped my hand into Robyn's panties, I felt a bit of a trim bush there before my fingers found the slippery folds of her pussy. She moaned as I slipped a finger into her but, when I started to lightly caress her clit, she had to pull her mouth from mine briefly to express the pleasure that she was experiencing. She quickly pressed her lips against mine again and expressed even more passion through her kissing. I was happy to have such an effect on her just as I was happy to have my hand inside her panties. This was definitely an opportunity to take advantage of. I wanted to provide her with as much pleasure as I could manage while simultaneously appreciating being given the opportunity to do so. I focused on gently caressing her clit while occasionally dipping my finger into her snug, slippery pussy to spread some more of her juices over it. She was rocking her hips and moaning almost continuously which was unquestionably a good thing.
As much as I wanted to eat her pussy and lap up all of those juices, I didn't want to abruptly change the status quo, especially in case she wasn't ready for that yet. I didn't even try to get her shorts and panties off for the same reason. Though it is always a bit trickier to work inside the confines of a snug pair of panties, I always kind of felt like, if I had been granted the opportunity to slip my hand into her panties, I was perfectly okay with keeping it there. I mean, why be so anxious to get your hand into her panties, then immediately want to take her panties off? It didn't make sense to me. So I was relishing the opportunity I'd been granted and making sure she didn't regret granting it. Based on how she was writhing around and moaning, and how much wetter and more engorged her pussy felt each time I dipped my finger into it, I was pretty certain that there was going to be no regret on her part.
After a while, I could feel her starting to tense up some and surmised that she was right on the verge of cumming. I was feeling some relief myself, since this had been my goal, and a bit of anticipation to see where this would go next. She finally pulled her mouth from mine and pressed her face against my neck while moaning longer and louder. I just kept it going, the way I had been the entire time, even as she let out a different sounding moan that seemed to be expressing relief and her body started to tremble. I didn't want to adversely affect her orgasm by stopping too soon so I waited until she went completely still and had let out a ragged sigh before I slipped my hand out of her panties. I wanted to lick her juices off my finger but, again, I wasn't sure how she'd react to that, so I didn't.
"That was, oh my God, I don't think I've ever..." she was stammering again so she just kissed me hard while she gathered her thoughts.
"Even with my own fingers," she started, blushing again, "I've never cum so hard just from..."