I had been at the garage sale for about an hour when Courtney arrived. The garage sale was held every year by my friend Rachel and her sister Sue. Sue had small tits, long brown hair, brown eyes, was thin but very pretty. Rachel had big saggy breasts, short blonde hair, a great ass but sort of plain looking. Courtney was Sue's daughter. She had medium size breasts, average looking but was pretty wild and would say anything. Allison, Rachel's daughter was also there. She had big firm breasts, long blonde hair, a great ass and was the prettiest of them all.
Even though I'm in my mid twenties, a couple years older than Allison, I still help out every year with the garage sale as I had been friends with Allison and her family for years. Courtney was just nineteen. Sue and Rachel were in their forties.
There was a loll in customers when Courtney blurts out, "I heard that some girls are getting two to three hundred dollars for hand jobs."
"And your point is?" I asked.
"Are you kidding?" Three hundred for a hand job. I'd do that."
"Courtney!" Sue scolded, turning red.
"What? It's true," Courtney said.
The rest of us were just laughing. This was typical Courtney. Always saying or doing crazy stuff. Never sure if it was serious or just for shock value. She got that wild part from her dad who hitchhiked across America when he was younger.
I said, "Well if you get good enough at it you'll be making money hand over fist." the others laughed. Rachel leaned over, slapping me on the shoulder. I looked down her shirt and saw her saggy breasts with her big areolas and big nipples she rarely wears a bra. I looked away before she caught me.
"The problem is I haven't given a lot of them," Courtney said seriously.
"Courtney you've better not have given any," her mother said.
"Mom, please. I'm nineteen."
"Wait, you're actually serious?" I asked.
"Yeah, why not?"
Everyone started talking at once.
But Courtney just held up her hand and shushed us.
"The other problem is I don't have a boyfriend right now and I need someone to, you know, practice on."
Everyone got quiet for a minute. Then finally I said jokingly, "Okay, you can practice on me, but you have to listen and do what I say." Everyone laughed once again.
Then customers started coming in and we went back to selling stuff.
About five o'clock we started cleaning up. By six we were done with everything.
We were all going to stay at Rachel's house and watch movies. I had just come out of the bathroom when Courtney passed by and whispered meet me in the spare bedroom upstairs. I checked to see what movie they were watching first and it wasn't anything I was super excited to see so I mumbled I'd be right back and headed upstairs.
When I walked into the dark room I whispered, "Courtney?"
She grabbed me and said in my ear, "How about that hand job now?" She then kissed me hard on the mouth, dropped to her knees and started taking off my belt and pants.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Why not? Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"It's not that it's just that I consider you a friend and never thought of you that way."
"I know, that's what makes it great. There's no emotions involved. It's just sex. Sort of."
By now my pants were pulled down and she was rubbing her hand over my crotch. I kicked off my shoes.
"I've always been curious, as I am about most guys, as to how big your cock is," she said looking up at me, expecting an answer.
"Um, average, I guess." I stumbled in answer.
"My boobs are 34 C," she said, grabbing her boobs and shaking them.
I had just stepped out of my pants when suddenly she pulled down my underwear. Using her head for balance I slipped out of my underwear next.
"You look ridiculous with just socks on. Here let me help you." Soon my socks were off too.
Courtney them set about examining my cock like a first year medical student. I just happed to shave that morning, so everything was nice and neat. I also have a design cut into my pubic hair. I shave an arrow pointing to my cock from my navel.
"Oh, cool directions," Courtney said, tracing the arrow to my cock. "Hop up on the bed, let's get this over with."
I looked at the immaculate bed and shook my head. Rachel was very strict about how her house looked. "Fine, wait here," Courtney said and went into the adjoining bathroom and came back with a towel.
She had me lay down on the towel and proceeded to stroke my cock. Her hands were soft, which was good because she didn't have any lube or oil. Soon I was fully hard, watching her tits sway back and forth, as she was braless too. A little precum oozed out and she rubbed it under the head and around, causing me to moan.
"I must be doing something right," she said, grinning at me.
"Okay. If you're actually going to do this. Here are some tips," I stated to explain.
"Here's my tip." Courtney said, using both hands and rubbing the top of my cock.
"Tip one I said. go slow and let the guy build up some, for lack of a better word juice."
"Juice? I thought it was called cum."
"Juice, cum, seamen whatever," I said. Just take your time. You could spend a whole hour on a guy and still make more than most people do working 12 hours at a job."
"Yeah, and I'd get carpel tunnel too."
"I doubt it," I said. "Trust me. Take your time and you'll have a line of guys begging for more."
"Begging huh?" she questioned.
"Tip two, oil or some kind of sex lube would help. You want something that won't stain anything and possibly editable."
"I'm not doing that. Just hand jobs only."
"You'd probably make more doing some of each is all I'm saying."
Courtney put my cock on her lips and said, "No oral!"
Just then Allison walked in looked at us and said, "What the fuck?"
"What? I said I was doing this and Doug volunteered."
