Part 1. The Aftermath.
Jennie looked at her cum covered body in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. She studied the way thick globs of the white fluid slid between her breasts and down her bare torso. Standing in nothing but her white cotton panties, she could not believe her appearance. "I look wild," she thought.
Her normally neatly styled brunette hair was now tousled, her cheeks were flush, her nipples were hard and she had the wet sheen not unlike being covered in an excess of tanning oil. Except, this was not oil. The slippery lubrication that coated her body was the hot cum of her longtime crush.
Though she had made out with guys before on a handful of occasions, never had she gone this far. She recalled the boyfriends that she allowed to suck on her breasts, finger her pussy, or grind their crotch between her legs through a barrier of clothes. The only orgasms during these rare events were all one sided, never hers.
She was never allowed the satisfaction of grinding with a guy until she came herself. Never had a guy slide his hot rigid shaft between her legs with nothing more than the thin fabric of her flimsy panties preventing penetration. Never had she felt a guy shoot cum all over her, the thick, hot liquid lubricating their bodies as they slid past each other, tongues intertwined, moaning into each others mouths with lust.
"Oh God," she thought, "Brent's cock is so big, hard and thick." Knowing him all these years, she had no idea what it would be like to be with him. Though she often fantasized about it, masturbated to the image of them together, watched him in the hallways at school from a distance, and talked about him to her friends often, she never thought anything would happen between them.
She thought about the way he looked under her, the look in his eyes as she grinded him with her throbbing pussy, feeling his hard dick between her thighs. It felt so good to cum. So, so good to feel the pressure build, and build, then finally release like a tidal wave through her body.
Feeling the heat between her legs intensify at the thought of what happened between them, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and quickly wiggled out of them. "You are such a nympho!" She giggled to herself.
She slid her hands over her breasts, spreading the hot cum into her flesh. Her hard nipples were sensitive under the pressure of her palms as a moan escaped her lips. More than a handful, her ex boyfriends all loved them. On more than one occasion, several suggested showing them off more. The would say things like, "Wear a tight top," "Show some of that awesome cleavage," "Let them breath sometime, babe." She was too self conscious to do any of these things.
Her sudden growth spurt not too long back brought about a lot of changes to her body, specifically a physique that looked more mature than she was comfortable with. This included breasts that seemed to be getting bigger as the weeks went on, often to the surprise of the handful of boys she made the mistake of getting involved with.
Normally she would do her best to hide her body. Stuffing her breasts in a sports bra, wearing baggy shorts, keeping her hair neat and manageable. Her look reflected practicality over the overt attempt to look desirable, unlike most girls her age. But, in this light, in this empty bathroom, cum coating her naked body, her hands squeezing her swollen chest, her shaved pussy moist with arousal, she revelled in her sexiness. She looked good, she thought.
"You are one hot bitch." She moaned as her hands lowered to her throbbing pussy.
Part 2. Poolside.
Brent floated on the surface of the pool in the inflatable plastic chair, his hands and feet dangled into the cool water. Behind his closed eyes he replayed the confusing events that took place earlier that day.
He had made out with his neighbor Jennie. He pictured the dreamy look on her face as they kissed, the taste of her lips, the feel of her hips rhythmically pressing against him. The curve of her ass under his hands, her soft breasts against his bare chest, the whole surprising afternoon stirred arousal in him as every moment played and replayed in his head.
"Dude, what's on your mind?" James asked, smirking. He was looking over the rim of his sunglasses gesturing towards Brent's swimming shorts. Lowering his eyes, Brent saw the obvious tent his erection made. He laughed.
"Man, I gotta tell you something. It's a secret though. So, you gotta promise to keep it that way." Brent said rearranging his shorts to hide his erection. This did not embarrass him in the least. Given the nature of their friendship, Brent felt fully comfortable around James, no matter what the circumstance.
"Lips sealed." James said making a motion as if to zip his mouth shut. He pushed his sunglasses up his forehead and focused his attention on Brent. He was floating nearby on an identical inflatable plastic chair.
"You know Jennie, my neighbor?" Brent asked, already knowing the answer.
"Jennie Connor, cute, brunette, lives right next door to you. What about her?" James replied in one breath.
Years prior, when they were kids and puberty was far in the horizon, James, Brent, Jennie, and a handful of other neighborhood children often played together. Whether it was riding their bikes in the streets of their suburban hamlet, exploring the woods on the outskirts of town, or playing video games in each others homes, they were all friends, and often spent hours in each others company almost on a daily basis. As the years passed however, some moved away, others found new friends, a few became preoccupied with personal interests. The large group became several small groups, in some cases just individuals trying to find their own way. Brent and James became closer, and hung out almost exclusively. Jennie, always a tomboy, found an interest in sports and friends in her teammates.
"Right. Well... we made out earlier today." Brent said quickly, almost blurting it out. He almost gave into changing the subject completely, thinking that maybe this was something he needed to figure out on his own before telling anyone else. But, this was James after all. His best friend since childhood. They knew each other better than anyone else. If he had not told him, James would have figured out something was up sooner or later. So, he decided to be up front and tell James everything. Maybe this way, they could make sense of the situation together.
Before James could reply, he looked up to see his sister Claire and her roommate from college, Allison, shutting the fence gate behind them. They walked across the backyard from the side of the house toward the pool. Holding shopping bags in each hand, they had obviously come back from a shopping trip.
"I'm glad you're home, I forgot my key." Claire announced as she approached the edge of the pool.
"Hey guys." Allison greeted them with a smile.
"Hey Brent." Claire said, giggling. The way she was looking at him made him feel self conscious. He brushed sweat from his brow.
