I was an only child of older parents who provided me with almost everything I ever desired. We lived in a house that was in a lower middle class, working-guy neighborhood. Good place, low in crime, neighbors who knew everyone and kept track of each other. I had an interest from day one in mechanical things, technical stuff, how things are put together. It's how I've ended up a techno-geek, a computer programmer, an inventor.
When I was about ten, in fourth grade, I was walking home from school and a little girl, maybe two years old, was in the yard of a house down the street. She saw me and came out to the sidewalk. "I'm Marie," she said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Ben," I answered, "Glad to meet you Marie," and went on my way. From then on every time we saw each other it would be "Hi, Ben" and Hi, Marie". By the time I was in high school Marie was in grade school. I had my first computer then and somehow she found out and showed up one time asking if she could do some school project on it. She didn't know diddly about computers so I actually did the work under her direction. From then on, she would come by to use my computer. I went on to college locally, gradually obtained several more advanced computers, and she actually learned how to use a computer. So her coming by regularly continued.
For whatever reason, I liked her. Her using my computers never bothered me. I guess she liked me, even though there was a big age difference. No one in her family or mine was bothered by her spending a fair amount of time with me. My parents, or at least one of them, were always around.
Starting in high school, I became serious about being in good physical shape. I ran track. As I got older, I started using gyms and working out regularly and I've kept it up.
My father died when I was in college. I graduated and went to work using my computer programming knowledge but kept living at home. Another guy I worked with and me developed a new product. Our employer, as was agreed with all of us techno types, paid us royalties as the product became popular. That made us realize that we could have made a huge amount more if we owned the product. So, we started any additional development after work, on our own, and eventually did well, quit our jobs and became entrepreneurs. About then, my mother died.
I still lived at home. Marie still came by to use my computers. By then she was in high school. Very athletic, she ran track as I did in school and also was on the varsity soccer team. So she was and is in good physical shape, although at the time I didn't pay much attention to that aspect of her. I was and still am pretty much a loner. Never dated girls. Sort of wanted to but wanted to be on my own even more. Eventually I started looking at some porn on my computer and would masturbate as I watched people fucking. I almost paid for sex a couple times but always backed out first. Each time I came up with some reason or another.
Anyway, this one day Marie is here, using my computer. I'm in another room using my laptop. I spend a lot of time on computers. I make very good money because of that. For whatever reason, I look up a porn site and am watching a guy and girl get naked and start doing things with each others' sex organs. I guess I'm concentrating on the porn and not paying much attention elsewhere because all of a sudden, from right behind me, Marie's voice says, "Would you do that?" At the moment, 'that' was the guy licking the girls pussy very rapidly.
I jump. I'm scared to some extent, embarrassed even more that I had been caught. I slam the laptop shut. "I'm sorry Marie," I blurt out.
"You don't have to be sorry, I look at that stuff, too. It's just that I've never done it even though I'd like to. Do you do stuff like that? I mean, would you use your mouth and fingers on a woman like that?"
"I don't think we should be talking like this," I say. I'm sure I'm red in the face. "You're too young."
Before I can say anything else, she interrupts. "I'm not too young. I'm eighteen. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm a full grown woman. I'm ready to be doing stuff like that. Open your lap top and lets both look at some more."
"Open the lap top?" Even as I say it I know it's weak but this isn't anything that I have ever imagined would happen.
"Yeah. You like to watch it, I like to watch it. So why not?"
It makes me look at Marie as I'd never done before. She's right. She's a very attractive female. Maybe not movie star gorgeous but fairly tall and in good physical shape, sort of long and lithe. "But you're female and I'm male, we shouldn't be together watching anything like this."
She lets out a little laugh. "That's so lame, Ben. Two people of the opposite sex are exactly who ought to watch this stuff together. If they manage to get turned on enough they should then do those things with each other."
"You and me?"
"Yes. Definitely. I've always liked you. You've always seemed to like me. We're both old enough. It's not like both of us don't want to. It's just a matter of admitting it and doing something about it. "
"In fact, you're very attractive, Marie but I'm a lot older and you should be doing all this with someone your own age."
"What are you now, twenty six? That's not too old. But you never answered my question, would you do that? Like that guy was doing?"
"Uh, I don't know whether I should answer you or not but, truthfully, no, I've never done that. I've thought about it and think that I'd probably like to but I've never done it or anything like it."
"Well I was asking because I'd absolutely love to have that done. I've fantasized about it over and over. I've also fantasized about doing things to a guy, too. But I've never done it either, probably for the same reasons as you. I want to but I've never had the nerve to let a guy get at me. I guess I'm a little afraid of what might happen." And then we just sit there for a moment and look at each other. "Just open the computer and let us both watch a couple scenes, huh?"
I know I'm making a mistake but I do what she says. As the picture shows up he's still got his face to her, his tongue working really fast. "She's shaved," Marie says, "I'm not. Is it important for the girl to be shaved, Ben?"
I tear my eyes away from the computer for a moment. "I don't know. It probably doesn't make a lot of difference. You'd taste the same either way. Maybe it's a little easier or something, though." She grins at me. I turn back to watch. The guy has slid up over the girl and she reaches down and helps aim him into her and they start fucking.
"His thing looks pretty big but it seems to slide right in," she says. "I wonder if it always goes that easy."
"They're both paid. They both probably do this several times a day for the cameras. Probably it wouldn't be as easy if you hadn't just finished doing this a couple times earlier. From what I've read, the first time, particularly, needs to be done with more care. Her first time was probably years ago, though."
Marie gives a little laugh again. "I never thought of that. They're pros, they do this all the time. Look at how she's reacting, I've always thought that meant she's having a really good orgasm. Is she really just acting?"
"I don't know. I can't imagine that she doesn't feel something even of she's done it an awful lot."