Autumn could have gone out and found sex pretty much anywhere she went. In fact, she could have found it absolutely anywhere she went. A bar, a movie theater, a church, a born-again virgin's meeting...it didn't matter. Not that she would have been interested in corrupting, say, a priest just because she could. There had to be a reason; something to draw her to the person to begin with.
She was such a perfect example of ultimate, maximum, over-the-edge beauty, and she had been that way for a long enough time that she knew seducing a man—or woman—was as effortless as blinking her eyes. And, indeed, that was all it had taken in some situations. She had the deep red, naturally curly hair that many women would die for, big brown eyes that seemed to glow, and a smile that could turn a man's whole world upside-down. At 18, Autumn had developed a body that most people thought only existed in the imagination. She might not have had the exaggerated chest and seven inch-waist of a comic heroine, but she made just as much of a statement with her sexual presence.
Her C-cup breasts were flawless, simply flawless; strong and firm, full and pert. The curves of her body seemed too perfect to be natural, as if they'd been expertly drawn. If there was ever a sexual fantasy that didn't include Autumn, it was only because the person having the fantasy hadn't met her yet. It wasn't a power she abused...or maybe she did, depending on how you looked at it. But she wasn't full of herself or obsessed with her own good looks to the point of making all those around her feel rejected on sight. A beautiful person on the outside, Autumn had no problem being a beautiful person on the inside, too.
Autumn actually preferred the normal guy types rather than ultra-handsome "hunks" or full-of-themselves jocks. To her, a good body didn't have to be any better than good. The same went for looks. But the personality better be top-notch, first class, otherwise forget it. She wondered sometimes if her propensity for average guys was a direct result of her above-average looks. Maybe she felt average guys appreciated her more, though she wasn't consciously aware of that being true. Maybe they were just easier to seduce, a game she loved to play more than any other. Or maybe it was just natural. Her type was her type, and there was no fighting it.
Not that she hadn't had her share of hunks and jocks. Just because she wouldn't become emotionally involved didn't mean she stayed away physically. Sex was too much damned fun for her to draw a line in the sand, and so she didn't. That's how she had found bisexuality. And how she found happiness.
But at the moment, Autumn felt lonely and bored. It would have been easy to solve those problems, what with so many friends and so many others who wanted to be friends, but most off all Autumn was just tired. All she really wanted to do tonight was stay at home in her room. But what would've made the evening special was if her neighbor Gavin was home in his room, too, which she could see out her own bedroom window. She felt like putting on an erotic show for Gavin, but he'd been gone on vacation. He should be back tonight, at least that was the rumor—she'd never really talked to the guy yet—so there was still hope he'd show up for a late performance. But for now, as she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, Autumn was restless. And tired. There seemed to be nothing to do.
As Autumn tried to push away her boredom, she thought of all things sex, and her mind brought her back to one of her very first big sexual experiences...
She was at home, thinking to herself, trying to imagine what life would be like if, as her parents had told her last night, they moved. It wasn't far, just going from outside a small city to inside the small city. The drive from the new location back to the old one would probably be less than an hour. Still, she wasn't particularly thrilled about it, and decided it would be best not to let it worry her. After all, they hadn't even found a place yet. They had told her it could happen in a couple months, but Autumn knew months could easily turn to years.
Joey was one of the reasons she would have rather stayed where she was. He was a very close friend. Maybe even a best friend, despite the fact that he was a guy and he never seemed to fully understand her. Both his parents and her parents had urged the two of them to get closer; they seemed like such a great match and always got along so well, but, surprisingly, Autumn and Joey had never felt particularly attracted to each other.
Sure, Joey knew she was hot, but he'd known her before she developed and before that beauty had rounded itself out. While he found her attractive, he still didn't consider himself actually attracted to her. His friends teased him about that endlessly.
As for him, Joey was the exact type of guy Autumn favored. He wasn't the cutest guy at their high school, or the most muscular. But he was still attractive, with big brown eyes of his own and dark brown hair always neatly kept. He stayed in shape, but wasn't exactly bulging. And he was the sweetest, most fun guy she'd ever met. She felt more comfortable with Joey than with anyone else on the planet. Which is probably why she wasn't attracted to him. It was just too easy, too perfect. She needed not necessarily a challenge, but an adventure, and it just felt like Joey was too close for her to feel all that excited about him. She loved him dearly, but as a friend. Nothing more.
He was there in her room with her, being as equally silent and still and she was. They were enjoying the latter part of a lazy Sunday, and had crashed in Autumn's room to relax as the sun began it's descent to end the afternoon. They had been swimming in the pool at Joey's parents' place, and were still letting time and air dry them off.
Joey, wearing just his damp swim trunks and a towel wrapped around them to soak up the moisture, sat in an old recliner in a corner of the room, looking out Autumn's window. Autumn was sitting on her bed, across from the chair and leaning back against the wall, facing Joey but not really looking at him. She wore a blue two-piece swimsuit, which was also still drying, making the material cold, hardening her nipples. Both of their bodies were dry, but still glowed with a soft sheen.
Autumn knew Joey had seen her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her top. She had seen his eyes linger, and then look away as he pretended never to have caught them. Looking down, she admired her breasts and nipples herself, more than satisfied with how full and heavy and firm her chest looked, and how that particular top only intensified her there. A few lingering drops of water still clung to the inner curves of her cleavage. A few rolled and disappeared into the tight darkness below.
She was getting wet as she watched and felt herself dry. Autumn had never had sex yet, but she imagined that her body would be like this after a wild session, except instead of beads of water, she'd be feeling beads of sweat running between her breasts.
"How often do guys really jerk off?" she asked.
This was why Joey never quite understood Autumn. She could be so shy and innocent at times, and the next moment say something like that as if were no big deal.
"Depends on the guy, I guess," he replied. "I don't know. It's not universal, you know?"
"Guys don't talk about it, right?"
Joey shrugged. "Maybe some guys do. But none of the guys I know."
"Okay. Then how about just you then? How often do you masturbate?"
"Autumn, come on. Are we really going to talk about this?"
"Oh, come on, Joey. It's okay. I know you do it. And you don't have a girlfriend so you probably do it a lot."
"So?"
