All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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Emma was a real good friend of mine. We had met in graduate school, and since then both of us had gotten married. She went on to have to gorgeous kids; I continued to enjoy the freedoms of a childless marriage. She had come over to get away from her family and relax. My husband was out of town, so it was going to be just the two of us for the entire weekend.
After a relaxing day of chatting and catching up we ended up drinking wine on the deck while she enjoyed cigarette after cigarette. She never smoked at home anymore, but when the two of us got together old bad habits came out.
We were already a few bottles of wine into the evening when Emma brought out a joint that her husband had given her to completely unwind on this trip. He was a dear. Our reminiscing caught up to the present as the joint dwindled between the two of us. As often it did with the two of us, the topic of sex came up.
She was having a hard time satisfying her voracious sexual appetite with the little free time that two small children allowed. She inquired as to how my sex life was going. Incidentally, Emma was one of very few women I ever had sexual contact with, and she was by far the most satisfying. But that was years ago.
Emma was the only person that I ever knew who could love sex with men and women equally. I remember years ago asking if she was bisexual. She answered
"No, I am just sexual."
I told her that sex with my husband was rather tame, but very good nonetheless; unfortunately, my husband had been pretty busy at work and so had I, so the sex was not as frequent as I would have liked. Then, maybe emboldened by the wine and weed, or maybe just maybe, I was horny and hoping to have some fun with her, I shared with her my little secret. I have been writing erotic short stories for the past few years.
It was a fun release for me, and I hoped to better my prose so that I could someday tackle my dream of writing some epic literature. Her mouth dropped upon my admission and she said that she didn't believe me. I quickly printed out one of my more recent stories about a young man experience sex for the first time while house sitting. She lit another cigarette and began to read it out loud. Upon getting to the first sex scene she put down the paper and turned to me.
"Shit Jen, this is real hot. I can feel my pussy getting wet. You are amazing."
She continued reading and when she finished she just sat digesting the whole story. Her hand had slipped to the front of her shorts, and she was slowly fondling herself through the thin fabric. I could feel my own body react to the erotic sight before me. The fact that my words had put her in this state added to my arousal.
"I wish my first few times were good, but they totally sucked. I was dating this soccer player named Jack, and he was gorgeous, but a total loser in the sack. The smartest thing that I ever did was dump him when I did."
She took a deep drag from her cigarette and her mind drifted to another time.
"I do have a good first story. The first time I saw a man cum is a good story. Do you want to hear it?"
Of course I wanted to hear it.
"Ok, grab another bottle of wine and don't get upset if I start playing with my pussy during the story. You know how horny I get when I am drinking."
I went in and grabbed another bottle of red. Petite Sirah, my favorite. When I came back Emma's long brown hair had fallen over her face and she was rubbing her large breasts as she dreamed about someone or something. She used to have these medium sized perky breasts that looked so large on her thin runner's body, but two kids later and maybe a surgery, I would have to ask her later, and now she had large breasts that I lusted over. I was always in envy of her perfect skin. She could tan so quickly while I seemed to burn more than anything else.
Her eyes opened at the sound of my placing the red wine bottle on the table, and this is the story that she told me.
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I was twenty one or maybe twenty two. I still had one more year of college to finish and was spending a couple of weeks of my summer at my Freshmen roommate's house in San Diego. It was actually her parent's house, but they were off on a trip to Europe, so we had the whole place to ourselves.
Well actually her little brother Joey was there, or else there wouldn't be a story to tell. I had just broken up with another of my bad string of boyfriends and had decided to forego getting into any new relationship for a while. Lilly, my roommate was dating a guy that I think she got engaged to once, but then it didn't work out. She still had a summer school class to finish so I had the place practically to myself most days.
The house was nothing spectacular, but it had a big yard and an amazing pool. I spent every day while Lily was in class reading poolside and working on my tan. Joey had some summer job, so he wasn't around every day, and even when he was around he would stay in his room a lot. I could tell that I made him nervous, especially when I would prance around in my bikini. It was so cute the way he wouldn't even look at me.
I would try to tease him as much as I could. Bending over to pick up things I would drop on purpose, to see if he would stare at my ass. I would often throw a loose tshirt on without a bra and then bend over giving long clear views of my tits. When I really got to him, my reward would be his fair skin turning crimson with embarrassment.
I know it was mean, but I got a thrill for flaunting my sexuality in front of him. You know me Jen, always a tease and exhibisionist. I would love getting fingered at a play or opera knowing that some old fart might be getting off on watching me.
Joey was eighteen and going to start community college in the fall. He was definitely a late bloomer and seemed to just be finishing up puberty. He was tall and lanky, maybe 6'1" or so. He had this mop of dirty blonde hair that was always falling in front of his face. I doubt he had any luck with the ladies because of his shyness and boyish looks, but I found him truly beautiful.
So, one day I looked up from the pool as I was resting after swimming some laps and was surprised to see that he had finally built up the courage to come hang out with me by the pool. He was laying on a lounge chair reading some big book that I couldn't see the title of. He had red board shorts on and he hadn't even taken off his t shirt. He was so shy it was ridiculous I thought.
I continued swimming for a while and then grabbed my towel and kindle and sat on the lounge chair beside him.
"Hey Joey, its about time you joined me. It's a perfect day today." I called as I dried myself off slowly and seductively.
"You probably will get a better tan if you take your shirt off." I egged him on.
He shrugged his shoulders and peeled off his t shirt revealing his thin torso. Even though he wasn't muscular, he was so thin that his little muscles were pretty well defined.
"Here, let me get your back with some sunscreen, and then you can do me." My easiest trick for getting my hands on a man and their hands on me.
He relented, and I tried not to giggle at how stiff and awkward he became under my touch. I tried rubbing his shoulders telling him to relax, and he did a tiny bit. I took a long time carefully lathering him in sunscreen and even ran my fingernails down his back when I was finished. His back felt more muscular than it looked. His muscles were hard and strong despite their small size.
"Now it's my turn."
I turned my back to him and just as he was going to begin, I undid my top, holding the thin fabric against my breasts so he could better cover my entire back. He applied the sunscreen so gingerly and lovenly. It was such a contrast to the way my last few boyfriends pawed at my flesh. He touched me more like a woman than a man, and it was turning me on. This was a problem because had determined that, I was not going to sleep with my good friend's brother. That would not be cool, but in my sexualy twisted mind, that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun with him.
