"Mark, I'm home," my girlfriend Stacey called out as she walked in our front door.
I hurriedly shut my laptop screen and tried to tuck my huge erection back in to my pants. Stacey wasn't supposed to be home for at least another hour. She had left to go in to the city to shop for our friend's upcoming wedding. My efforts to hide my mid-morning masturbation were in vain though, as Stacey rounded the corner to my office. The bulge in my pants was evident, and the speakers on my laptop did not cut out when the screen was shut. The sounds of moaning were unmistakable.
"Somebody is being naughty," Stacey said playfully. This surprised me. We had a healthy sexual relationship, and even sometimes ventured in to some more kinky things, but Stacey preferred if I kept the pornography use to a minimum. However, I could see in her eyes that I wasn't the only one horny on this summer afternoon.
Stacey walked closer to me. She was a beautiful brunette, with full natural breasts that strained the white cotton of the T-shirt she was wearing. Her curves were my favorite part about her. The way those Ancient Greeks used to sculpt their women, with large breasts and full hips, that was what Stacey looked like to me.
"I could lend you a hand with that situation down there, but I've got something even better in store for you".
I was perplexed. "What?" I asked.
"Get in the car and you'll find out," she replied.
Stacey began, "As you know, Eric and Lilly are getting married next week. I was supposed to pick out their present today, but Lilly called me when I was at the store. We started talking and well...she had a bit of an interesting request."
My erection had started to go away, but I sensed I was going to like the way this story was going, and it started to spring back to life. "Go on," I encouraged.
"Eric was her first and only boyfriend. She's never been with another man sexually, and she's still a virgin. They're so high school, still keeping with just hand stuff. Now, Eric is too shy and polite to complain, but Lilly is starting to worry that she won't be, you know, good, on their honeymoon night."
"And this involves me how?"
"Well...she knows we're both experienced, and she's my closest friend...so she maybe, kind of...asked for a bit of a demonstration."