Welcome back to my quasi memoir. Only the embellished parts have been embellished, and the names have been changed to protect the innocent. And the guilty too for that matter. You might want to read the first six chapters to find out how I got here. I'm not prone to filling in the blanks. A couple of people have asked why guys weren't coming by the club to flirt with me anymore and since you are curious I figured you deserved an explanation. Some did, but most stopped after a while. I suppose its because they never got anywhere with me and got tired of being shot down. Also, even though no one knew of our romance, Brent is pretty intimidating as a big brother, and if someone hung around too much he always dropped off the life guard stand to stop by to check on me. For folks that wondered why I don't mention the girls that were flirting with Brent, they weren't getting anywhere either, so I stopped worrying about them. One person wrote to know what sort of pool only had one life guard. Well, none I know of. The club had several, but they aren't important to the story and I am probably too wordy already. Hope that helps.
Also, if you want to skip ahead to the nasty parts, start with the first sentence.
I woke up on the verge of orgasm. Brent's fingers were gently sliding up and down my wet slit, and massaging my clit masterfully. I don't know how long he had been doing this, but it was clear that as I slept my body reacted to his loving attention and I was about to cum. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him smiling down at me.
"Good morning sweetie" he smiled.
"Uuuuugggggeeeerrrrraaaaaapppppgggghhhhhh" I replied, unable at the moment to form thoughts, much less words. He beamed his perfect teeth at me, happy at my pleasure. In just a few moments more, I came on his hand, my juices felt like they spurted out of me as I groaned and bucked my hips through my climax. Damn I loved this man.
I had known Brent for two years. We met when I moved into the Anderson's home as their foster daughter. At the time, Brent was their foster son, but unlike me they were able to adopt him. Although the same age, he was a year ahead of me in school, thanks to my biological mother's incompetence at raising children. What I thought had been two years of sibling friendliness, for lack of a better word, had been Brent trying to express his affections for me. Although he was always dear to me, and had been my best friend since we met, I had always considered him to be more like my brother than anything else. Two days ago, in a moment that must have taken him great courage, he corrected my perception of him, and of our relationship. Ever since we had spent every waking, and sleeping, moment together. We worked together at the local country club by the pool, he as a lifeguard and I running the concessions stand and our evenings, and mornings, we spent finding new ways to pleasure each other. Tuesday he had awoken just in time to cum in my mouth, and yesterday, after a painful misunderstanding we had made love on the bar in the kitchen where just over a year ago he had helped me with my homework every night. Today it was my turn to cum awake apparently, and I couldn't complain.
In fact I couldn't' complain mainly because it was difficult to catch my breath as each subsiding orgasm brought forth another. He slide two fingers into my drenched fuck hole and deftly found the G spot we had discovered within me the night before, and I went from an 18 year old girl having a major orgasm to a 5'11, 36C –34-38 auburn haired skin bag of carnality. I writhed and moaned, almost hyperventilating as I came again and again. I felt like I was losing my mind as Brent fingered me, my hot juices dripping both down his hand and my ass to the bed. I could no longer control my body as I first thrashed about one way, then the other as my pelvis bucked up and down engulfing his loving touch. I came so hard I could barely breath and just as I thought I might black out he withdrew mercifully, and gently rubbed my clit and lips as I came down from ecstasy and regained my senses.
"What brought that on?" I asked once my breathing returned to normal.
Brent just smiled. "I just wanted you to be happy"
I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before seven, we had a couple hours before we had to be at work, and as my period was due to start in the next day or so, every possible moment of intimacy was important and meant to be shared with Brent. Not that our relationship was purely sexual, but it was clear we were releasing two years of repressed feelings for one another, and I didn't want it to stop. I know some folks are okay with sex during that time, but to me it just seemed messy and a bit too personal. I noticed Brent's eyes had left mine and he was moving his eyes up and down my naked body. Three days ago if anyone had done that I would have surely been driven into a panic attack or even psychological break down, but I was so comfortable with Brent it didn't really make me even self conscious. I reached over and rubbed his cock through the shorts he had slept in, and found it already hard and erect. I stroked it back and forth through the satiny nylon basketball shorts lazily, as if it was as natural as holding hands, as to me, it was.
As his eyes continued to study my body, and I regained the ability to have a conversation, I decided it was time to ask what he thought about my body.
"Its perfect in every way" was his reply.
Well that's sweet I thought, but not particularly informative. "What's your favorite part?"
"You know that, its your legs. I love your legs. They are so long it amazes me."
"I thought you would say my butt" I giggled, but, after all the attention he had paid it I figured this to be the truthful answer.
"You butt could be the basis for a religious cult. But I'm a leg man" he said and he ran his hand up and down my thigh as if to emphasis the point.
"So you don't love my pussy" I teased.
"What? Are you crazy? I love your pussy!"
"Yeah, but its not your favorite part of me." I quiped.
"You're silly. You pussy is wonderful. You have the very best pussy ever." he smiled.
"Oh, so you hate my boobies." I giggled.
"Stop! I'm not going to feed your self doubts this morning." he exclaimed, exasperated.
"I knew it! Its my boobies you hate about me!" I laughed as I stopped stroking his meat and pinched a nipple with each hand. "Don't worry girls" I said, looking down at my chest, "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"
"I don't hate your boobies! Your tits are incredible, you have the cutest nips I've ever seen, and I spent the last year looking at a lot of internet porn!"
"Well, don't tell me, tell them. You better kiss them and apologize and tell them you love them." I smiled as I tugged his shorts down, exposing his engorged penis.
"Honey, we have to jump in the shower and get ready for work" he said, but dutifully leaned over and gently suckled each nipple between his moist lips.
"We have time for a quick one." I replied with a devilish smile, "and you can just jump in the pool when we get there anyway."
"Yeah but what about you?" he asked, his voice starting to have difficulty as my soft hand stroked his raging hard dick.
"I'll just skip the shower and your cum can run down my legs all day. You love my legs don't you?" This made no sense to me even as I said it, but when you're worked up you don't have to necessarily make sense.
"I would never want you to do that." he replied, knowing I wasn't serious.
"Okay, you can pull out and cum in my mouth like they do in movies" Actually, I wondered why he hadn't done this already since it was such a common occurrence on the internet, but I was still learning that the things I had seen there didn't necessarily happen often in reality.
He climbed onto the bed and lay between my legs, about to enter me, and asked "Really? You would be okay with that?"
"Sure, I love your cum! And besides, " was all I got out as he slide his cock into me, making me gasp as he filled me to my limits."ahhhhh uuuuuuhhh besides, I might as well get used to it, we're about to start blow job week." His stroke made more conversation pointless, other than me shouting "Fuck me!" and "Oh shit I love your cock fuck me fuck fuck fuck" and the like. Truthfully, I was not going as strongly as I had previously, I think waking up to Brent fingering me to orgasm had sated me, and while the feeling of his fucking my tight cunt was the absolute height of pleasure, I wasn't out of my mind with lust as I had been with him on previous occasions. Now, it wasn't like I was thinking of painting the bedroom or doing laundry, but it felt to me like a very much ordinary, every day kind of fucking meant to just satisfy physical urges, share some time intimately and not be some infinitely large symbol of our enduring love.
And I loved that.
See, Brent had told me something about myself the night before that my previous 18 years had not taught me yet. I very much like normal. And a normal every day fuck, was me giving myself to the man I loved for his pleasure. Oh, I got a lot out of it too mind you, and I now know that I am one of the minority of women that can orgasm from intercourse alone, but this time, it was about his pleasure. Before it had been about mine, or me giving him my virginity, and I was lost in carnality then, unable to control my spasming, contorting, contracting body.
This time, I got to control fucking Brent back, and I attacked the task with zeal. I raked my fingernails gently across his back and kissed him, while I fucked my pelvis up in rhythm to his cock entering and exiting me. I ran my hands down to his butt, and squeezed him gently between my thighs. But the main thing I did was control my vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk his cock, while whispering to him how much I loved him, and how much I wanted to please him. I begged him to cum and talked nasty to him, telling him craved his "hot cock juice" in me, and asking him to "please please fuck my pussy!"
Brent responded quickly and came fast, pumping his baby batter into me. I did cum at the end, just a small pleasant orgasm that made me cry out my love for Brent, like an exclamation point at the end of a sentence, but mainly my happiness was in serving my man and know we loved each other! The feminist in me must have been on vacation at that time, but it was important to me to show myself my willingness to love.
Brent collapsed on me telling me how much he loved me and needed me. I was for once the one of more rational thought, and my thoughts were how much I needed him too. Three days earlier, he was my brother and best friend. Now, he was my boyfriend and the man I wanted to spend my life with.
"Wait" I thought, "Where the hell did that come from?" Brent had talked about us in 30 years last night, and I truly never wanted to lose him, but I knew most relationships fail. Why was I now having thoughts to commit to forever with a guy who was my boyfriend for three days? Of course Brent said he had loved me the whole two years, and I had him too, but not in a way that would have made it feel right to see each other naked while saying "Hey! Lets put that in here" or "Ooooo, I wonder what this tastes like."
Crap, I was beginning to sound like a character on the WB. Fuck it. I love the guy and that's the end of it.
