I hadn't really fooled around with guys too much back when I was twenty. I was enrolled in college, but I commuted from home, so I never had any wild dorm night experiences. Thinking back to those days, there is one experience that I often think about when I am touching myself, and it really turns me on to think back to that night.
When I was twenty, my younger brother was 18, as were most of his friends. We didn't really run with the same crowd, so the only friends of his that I knew were the ones who hung out at our house, most of which I had known since we were kids. My brother's friend Adam was one of those guys. I must have known Adam since he was 10 years old, and I knew he always had a crush on me. As we grew older, I started showing curves, and by the time I was twenty, I was 5'5, about 120 pounds, with c-cup breasts and a tight young body. My blond hair was long at that time, but whenever I happened to see Adam, it was usually in a pony tail because I was just hanging out at the house.
Adam had never really changed, and at 18, he was still chubby, zit prone and awkward with girls. However, he was the sweetest guy I knew, and I always hoped he'd get in shape or clean himself up so he would have some luck with the ladies. I know that he was quite shy, and that I was one of the few girls he was able to talk to, just because we'd known each other forever. He always came to me with questions about how to impress girls, how to talk to girls, basically anything related to girls. He never asked me any sexual questions, but as my body ripened, I could tell he was becoming more nervous around me, and that his eyes were lingering on certain parts of my body.
Even back then I guess I was a bit of an exhibitionist. Not that I ever outright flashed or anything, but I also never made a move to get dressed when Adam was over. So if he happened to be coming upstairs as I was exiting the bathroom after a shower, I never rushed to my bedroom. The way our stairs were located, he could see my ass (and probably my pussy) each time this happened. I also never changed from pajamas just because he happened to come over on a weekend morning. So, during my twentieth year, I am positive he saw my pussy and ass, and he must have seen at least my nipples when I leaned over in my nightshirt.
Adam was a gentleman though, and he never really pushed the issue. One time, he was coming up the stairs right after I had just finished a long hot shower, so my skin was especially pink and soft. I had taken such a long shower because I was shaving my pussy, leaving just a little strip, but making sure it was completely bald otherwise, so my lips were totally bare. I did have boyfriend at the time, and loved me to keep it shaved, so I was always touching it up. This day however, I had really shaved myself clean, and my pretty pink pussy was wet just from all the attention. Of course, this day also happened to be laundry day, so my mother had taken all of the towels from the bathroom save for a tiny older towel that barely reached from my boobs to my crotch.
Thinking oh well, I need to get dressed, I wrapped the towel around my body, but my entire ass and at least the bottom half of my slit was clearly exposed. I had a handful of clothes, and as I came out of the bathroom and turned towards my room, Adam came up the stairs. As he came up under me, I dropped my clothes, and bent down to pick them up. Forgetting the length of my towel, I stayed stooped over grabbing panties, bra and shirt as my pussy hovered inches from his face. Had I been paying attention, I probably would have felt his breath on my softest parts, he was that close. As soon as I saw how close he was jumped and ran into my room.
Once I got to my room Adam knocked on my door (supposedly to apologize, but probably to get another peek), but I was already on my bed when he knocked, so I didn't open the door. Just knowing he had seen my pussy, spread open, pink and so warm from the shower made me pulse with excitement. His voice through my door seemed so plaintive and horny that my pussy began to drip with wetness. I couldn't really respond to him so I just uttered "It's okay. Just forget about it." While I said this my fingers were slipping between my lips and sliding my pussy open. My clit was so engorged it was pressing through the folds of skin above it, and my fingers were like electricity as they rubbed my soft little button. I could see Adam's feet at the bottom of the door, and knowing he might hear me drove me even wilder. I began sliding my fingers into my pussy and rubbing it from the inside out. As I was still living at home back then, I had no toys, so I grabbed a hairbrush from my nightstand and pushed it into my hole until my lips opened up and swallowed the handle. Faster and faster I slid it in, until I began to moan softly, and I saw Adam's feet begin to rock under the door. I kept going until I came several times and then slowly curled up on top of my towel as my body relaxed.
"Bye Adam." I panted as I drifted off to sleep.
I didn't run into Adam for another month or so, and the next time I saw him he was sleeping over our house. My parents were gone for the weekend, and my brother and Adam had plans to drink and party at the house. My boyfriend was out of town until Sunday, so Friday and Saturday night I had nothing to do. Friday was uneventful, my brother and Adam went out for most of the night and I only saw them in passing the next morning. Of course, I ran into Adam as I came out of the bathroom (I have a feeling he used to listen to the water and come upstairs whenever I finished my shower...). I was feeling naughty, and I had just shaved myself bare, so I made sure to give him a quick peek as I walked to my room.
That night we crossed a line. Being broke from the night before, my brother and Adam decided to stay in on Saturday. I had planned to watch movies in and curl up on the couch, but with only one good TV, we all ended up watching movies together. Around 11:30, my brother started nodding off, and by midnight he gave up and went upstairs to sleep. Adam and I were left alone on the couch. As I had planned on being alone, I was wearing just my nightshirt, and a pair of panties.
Adam was having trouble paying attention to the TV, and he kept glancing at the blanket hoping I would move or shift so he could see something. It was warm, and I soon slid on top of the blanket. Of course, Adam was now only a few feet from my curled up form.
"Do you mind if I stretch my legs out?" I asked.
He nodded in return and I unwound my long legs and laid them across his lap. Almost instantly, he froze. Not sure what to do, he kept his hands down, and tried to watch TV like nothing was happening. My shirt had slid up, exposing most of my thighs and from his angle, he could likely see my panties pressed against my lips. Realizing this, and feeling him under my legs, I began to get hot, and my pussy began to soak the thin fabric. Within minutes, the panties were see through and Adam could simply stare at my pussy.
I soon felt his cock hardening in his pajama bottoms. Without heavy fabric to cover it, it was obvious he was getting an erection. With my legs on top of it, he knew he couldn't hide it. Adam had never touched a girl, or seen any parts of a girl (other than my pussy, ass, and tits!), and his large body began to perspire. I could tell he was afraid and didn't know what to do.
