What does it feel like? Put it inside me.
Casey was a gal on our coed rec volleyball team. I had met her in a grocery store when we innocently enough struck up a conversation because we both were wearing t-shirts with volleyball themes. It seems she had played a little in college and since our group was always trying to find people who could actually play the game correctly I invited her onto our team.
She was a very good looking gal, just about to turn forty and very fit. Auburn red hair with a short bobbish-type cut made her just plain cute. She was a bit shorter than most volleyballers at maybe 5'5" but she was a jock with an athletic build, great legs, and a remarkable ass.
Early on she let it be known that she was a lesbian and not interested in all the approaches from the guys in the tavern we frequented after our league games. She wasn't a bitch about it but she told me that she's been girl-only since she graduated from high school at eighteen.
Casey had a great sense of humor and a spirited attitude so I liked to kid her and tease a bit but she could bring it right back. We became casual friends and since there was no sexual or romantic interest it was an honest and direct relationship. She was sassy but it was all in good fun.
For instance, she frequently wore thin white nylon shorts with a thong that visibly showed through. It was a bit of a showoff display as it was sexy as hell, but because of her gender preference it sent confusing messages. The guys loved it, of course. When I kidded her about cock-teasing all the men she had the attitude of "look but don't touch.....eat your heart out.....this pussy is off limits."
All said with a humorous tone and a great laugh, still Casey was clearly not looking for a man.
That was generally true, but Casey was actually in need of a male person one weekend when she was moving to a new residence and I was asked to help. She had a small truck rented but needed some "manpower" to handle the heavy stuff. No big deal as I had worked with moving companies while in college and was more than capable.
The job was an all-day event with lots of boxes, a few stairs, coupled with some pretty warm weather. We arranged the furniture, set up her bed, and connected few lamps before we sat down with a couple of cold beers she had stashed in the refrigerator. Actually, we killed a 6-pack in pretty short order.
Casey had chosen to wear one of her volleyball shorts outfits, maybe because of the warm temperatures. She also was sporting a light t-shirt without a bra. She was the sexiest looking workmate I have ever had the pleasure to be around.
Plopped side by side on her couch, I couldn't help but notice how attractive Casey was in this situation, how desirable she looked. I was taken by her natural beauty, a kind of female earthiness. Sitting in an unconcerned cross-legged manner, my eyes keenly watched her legs as they ran up the wide openings of her shorts.
But, this set off my arousal response. I got a boner and because I was also in shorts there was no hiding it. My bulge blossomed and, of course, she noticed.
"What's goin' on there, mister? How come you're getting big?"
"Sorry, Casey. I don't know what to say. You look so great, so female, so sexy. Maybe it's the beers."
"That's a compliment, I guess. Even though I'm not straight it's nice to be thought of that way."
"You don't look gay, you look hot."
There was a long moment of silence as Casey looked into my eyes. She then reached to touch my upper leg, just above the knee and said, "Dan, you're really a good guy and I like you. You worked you ass off today to help me out and I really appreciate it. Maybe I should reward you with something......something you might really like."
I didn't answer but my mind was racing. This couldn't mean what it sounded like. Could it mean what I was thinking?
Casey looked me straight in the eye and bluntly spoke. "Maybe I could give you a blowjob; I could suck your cock. I would do that for you. Men love that stuff, right?"
With that she ran her hand up my thigh a few inches to the bottom of my shorts just to make her point that she was serious. She held it there on my thigh awaiting my response.
I may have been momentarily dumbstruck but I was not speechless.
"Holy shit, Casey. Would you do that? What about the lesbian thing? You don't crossover. You shouldn't feel obligated to do something out of bounds."
"Listen, Dan. I think I want to. I've never done that, never had the chance and never though I missed anything, but here today, with you, I could reward you with sex and maybe get a little experience for myself. It doesn't seem too serious. We've not going to be lovers. I'm not switching over."
At that, she ran her hand up my leg and placed it gently around my very enlarged member. "See....we could play around without getting too serious. He sure is ready to play."
My answer came quickly: "He's yours, he can't wait."
With that she slipped over to my position and simple pulled down my shorts, underwear and all. She yanked off my tennis shoes, leaving the socks. My dick was swollen and throbbing and proudly pointed straight up in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Casey tentatively held my shaft and carefully sampled the first few drops of discharge that was present on my cockhead. She cautiously grazed on my offering but she seemed very unsure of her next move.
With a wash of her tongue and some more wet licks she then allowed me into her mouth but it was not all that pleasurable. Casey was a beginner at cocksucking. This was her first and she had no skills. Her teeth were very much in the way and I flinched.
"I'm not doing it right am I? I've seen the porno's but I've never done this. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Casey, you just need a few lessons. I'm just glad you don't have braces."
But my expression must have alerted her to my lack of pleasure.
"How about I give you a handjob? That's a surefire way to make you happy."
At that, she popped up and literally ran to the bath, returning with a small bottle of Baby Oil she had retrieved from her toiletries packing box.
Without any hesitation Casey spilled a few drops on my erection and lathered up her palms for her next act. This was easy for her and she went to work, probably mimicking some of the stuff she had seen in those porno's.
Up and down, changing pace, stopping to blow a hot breath on my shiny crown, this was indeed an appealing sex act. I was being pleasured, gay or straight, and she was going to bring me to climax.
But something else was happening. Casey was getting into it. She was very interested in my aroused dick. She repeatedly talked to me or my prick. There was no mistaking her outright curiosity.
