First Time with a New Friend

Years ago I had met my friend's cousin. She was cute, about 5'4" with dirty blond hair and a light complexion. She had a nice curvy body and a soft look and feel to her skin. Giving her a hug when we first met and feeling her close to my body we seemed to fit together, and I began to entertain ideas of my hands exploring and caressing her playfully.

As the months progressed I saw more and more of her. I would go over to her apartment and we'd smoke a bowl or a joint, watching TV and talking. It was a nice stress free kind of relationship we had and I felt very comfortable talking about anything with her.

One day we were watching the usual garbage on TV and having one of our open conversations, letting out some of the thoughts on sex we would normally hide from others. We had just smoked a joint and I was feeling uninhibited, very relaxed in a casual way, but also very charged with this sexual energy from the talk we were having.

This was in the early days of my exhibitionism. It was still a secret, one I never shared with friends. I kept it aside, almost in a life running parallel to mine, a side of me that was beginning to take on its own character; it was a secret to my friends, but a fetish that was growing stronger and stronger inside me. The more we talked the more I wanted to strip for her.

This strong desire was rushing through me; I could feel my endorphins kicking in, and my mind was spinning a little from this high that I knew wasn't coming from the marijuana. We were being so open that I was sure she would be open to me at least talking about my secret fetish. I wanted so badly to share it with someone, to have someone who understood me and was accepting of it. It's funny, but it took me a few moments to muster up the gumption to tell her, but I finally let it out.

'I really like to expose myself to women,' I said.

'Really?' she said.

'Yes.' I said. 'I don't know what it is about it but it turns me on so much to know that a woman is watching me masturbate.'

'That's cool,' she said.

Hearing her say that was such a relief. It actually gave me a kind of rush. It was out there, and now I wanted to push it further but there was that awkward hesitation, like a first kiss. You know the girl is waiting for it, but there's this hesitation that makes you hold your breath before you let go and just go for it. I had to find out.

'How would you feel if I showed you?' I asked.

There was such a nervous politeness in my voice. It was almost surreal; here I was getting closer to fulfilling the urge that had welled up inside me, and although she was okay with it I doubted how opening up to her this way would affect the way she thought of me.

'Sure.'

'Really?' I was elated.

'If you want to,' she said.

'Are you sure you'll be okay with it?' I wanted so much for her to be comfortable with me. I needed her to enjoy this as much as I was going to.

'Yeah,' she said, 'go ahead. I don't mind. Are you comfortable with it?'

'Definitely! Thank you so much for letting me, really this is such a turn-on for me .'

'Go for it.'

I could tell she was sincere. I felt her wanting me to show her. I felt so happy and excited and empowered all at the same time. I pulled my shirt off over my head and leaned back in the chair. She sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, smiling, getting her front row seat for the show.

My body was very tone back then, I wasn't a built guy, but my muscles were defined and I had a body I felt proud to show off. For this reason I would wear jeans with no belt and no underwear underneath, so I could hook my thumbs in my belt loops and slide my pants down enough to show the curve of the muscles that snaked their way below my waistline.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them open as I did. Letting my hands slide down a few inches I lifted my cock out with my fingers and slid my hands off it to the sides, giving her a good first look at my penis.

I was watching her face to see her reaction. The reaction of a woman when I exposed myself was so important to me. That, really, was what turned me on the most. She looked up at my face and smiled, with a sort of surprised look, as if she couldn't believe I was actually doing it. I remember the way she smiled. That right there lifted me so much, knowing she fully approved and was enjoying me living out what had been just a fantasy till then; showing myself to someone close up, knowing they wanted to see me as much as I wanted to be seen.

I gestured with my eyes towards my cock a few times until she fixed her gaze at my crotch. My hands were caressing and slowly stroking the length of my cock, making it swell. I let my fingers trail up and down it, playing with the head, cupping my balls, and giving her a chance to see as many ways I could think of teasing myself.

I did this for a while. At first my cock was soft in my hands. I would squeeze the shaft tight to make it swell so she could see it grow bigger. Then I would lay it on my lower abdomen and pull my hands away so she could look at it by itself bare in front of her. It was so exciting having her sitting only a few feet away while I lay back in her chair and exposed my body.

I ran my hands over my chest and down my stomach and over my cock, then alongside my hips, wanting her to take in all of me. I alternated looking at myself, looking at how it looked in my hands, and looking at her face, watching her expression. She was into it as much as I was and I felt so elated and excited because she really was enjoying me. I left my cock alone and put my hands on my legs when I felt it really beginning to harden. It swelled thicker and started to rise.

She was watching intently. It really was such a turn-on to see how she gazed at my cock, interested and intent on its stiffening. When it got firm I gripped it with both hands on the shaft. Fully hard my hands can cover the shaft only, with the head sticking out over my fists. It's a nice size and I wanted to show her compared to my hands.

I began stroking it slowly, making a show of masturbating for her, writhing lightly and letting my breathing change, exaggerating a little to show her how much I loved the pleasure I was giving myself. Her hand was rubbing between her legs and I watched her fingers trace over her pussy through her jeans.

I wanted to be completely nude, so I took off my socks and sneakers and slid my pants down, tossing them beside the chair. Now, completely naked I felt my excitement rise just a little bit more. It felt so good to be totally exposed to her; I couldn't cover up if I tried, and that to me was one of the biggest turn-ons I could feel.

I held the base of my cock with one hand to raise it up and teased the tip with my fingertips, rubbing the pre-cum over it. I was hoping she was imagining all the things she could do with my cock. She was definitely consciously rubbing her pussy through her jeans.

'Will you take your pants off?' I was still nervous asking her this for some reason, but I did not doubt she would.

She slid her legs over the edge of the bed and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down over her legs and letting them fall to the floor. She was wearing cotton panties and cute little ankle socks, I remember how cute the socks looked. She kept her shirt on, but sat with her legs spread, rubbing her pussy through her panties while she kept her eyes on my cock. I was so hard; I could feel it stiff in my hand as I stroked it for her. God I was so turned on.

She pulled her panties to the side and let me see her pussy, running her finger up and down and circling her clit. I wanted her to imagine how deep inside her I could go so I pressed my palms flat down on my crotch and pushed the base of my shaft with my thumbs, making my penis stand straight up, stiff and thick.

I was watching her fingers rubbing between her pussylips, teasing them and spreading them open, letting me have a look at her glistening and wet. This whole time she had been alternating looks between my face and my cock, and where initially she had a surprised look now it was a desiring look in her eyes. We were sharing the same expression of want and the air was so charged with this sexual energy.

I slid off the chair onto the floor and made my way to her bed. Kneeling in front of her I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them off. She edged back further onto the bed, propped a pillow against the wall and reclined back on it. I ran my hands up her legs and spread them wider.

I wanted her to keep watching me so I climbed on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs with my cock standing eye level to her. My cock was only about a foot away from her pussy and I kept thinking how good it would feel to press the head against her and slowly push the length of my cock deep inside.

I began to tease and explore her pussy with one hand while my other massaged my cock. She was still watching, this time at my hand on her, moving her hips slowly with my touch. I let go of my cock, letting it stand on its own, and began rubbing her wet clit with the tips of my fingers while the fingers of my other hand slid back and forth inside her. She was watching me do this the whole time and her breath was getting heaver as she slowly fucked my fingers.

She pulled her shirt up and over her head and tossed it to the floor, then leaned forward and unclasped her bra from behind her back, tossing it beside her shirt. Her breasts were so soft and inviting, a little more than a handful, and I traced my hand around the beautiful curve of one to her hard nipple, teasing it with my fingertips before running it down her belly and back over her clit.

I wanted to feel her soft against my cock so I edged forward and began rubbing the tip over her clit. It was so warm and smooth and wonderful against the head of my cock. I pressed the shaft between her pussylips and rubbed back and forth, making my cock wet with her juices. Her hands had glided over her breasts and she began rubbing them as she watched me tease the tip of my cock with her clit.

I looked up and our eyes met; I remember the way she was looking at me, clearly saying she wanted me to fuck her. We both looked down and watched as I pressed the head of my cock against her opening and pushed in. We watched my cock inch up inside of her, seeing it glistening as I pulled out and then pushed back in a little further. I pushed my hips forward as I lay down over her and felt the length of my cock slide up inside her.

I began to kiss her lightly, brushing my mouth over hers; almost teasing her with my lips while I slowly thrust back and forth, then deeper as I got faster. Her hands were running over my back and ass and her hips were meeting the rhythm of my thrusts. My cock responded and felt like an iron rod pressing hard against the inside of her pussy as I fucked her faster. I could feel her starting to shake and I knew she was getting close.

Her legs wrapped around me and her hands tightened their grip against my back as she let out a high heavy series of moans, her body convulsing as she pushed her pussy hard down over my cock. I couldn't hold on anymore and I let go, feeling my cock erupt, pumping my hot cum deep inside her. For a second I held myself over her, feeling my cock pulse and the last of my cum leaving my cock, the feeling coming over it in short waves, before collapsing my arms and laying down on her, her soft body so warm against my skin.

Looking up at her I could see what I was feeling in her eyes, the thrill and exhaustion that only comes after a heavy orgasm. She held me close, my cock still inside her, and the thrill of it all still reeling through my mind.

We saw each other a few times after that, but never had sex again. Eventually we met other people and the space between us grew. Now years later I often wonder how she is doing, and whether she still thinks of that day as I do.