This is a short, but true account of one of several experiences I had with, or perhaps I should say 'without', my friend Carla, when we were younger.
Carla and I had a strange relationship, she only dated older guys with big cocks. Unfortunately I was neither older or well endowed.
She was mature for her nineteen years, with scruffy brown hair and beautiful big tits. I'd seen her naked several times and just loved the look of her sexy nineties bush.
We were friends at high school, but I always wanted more. A few years later we were in our late teens and still very close, but only as friends.
I was still a virgin, yet Carla had slept with as many as twenty men by the age of nineteen. I learned a lot about sex from her, but sadly never got to actually have sex with her.
She was very open and honest with me, she'd tell me about her lovers or guys she'd pulled, she always knew it got me turned on. She would get changed in front of me, shave her legs, even shower and pee with the door open.
I constantly asked her for sex and she'd often tease me and lead me on with a 'Maybe,' or a 'You never know, perhaps one day.'
Sometimes she'd go one further and put her hand down my pants. I'd grow hard quickly in her hand and she'd say 'Nah, I don't think so.' and giggle at my frustrations.
At one stage she was dating a guy in his late thirties. He worked away a lot so she didn't always get to see him. A few of us joked that he was probably married, although we never did find out.
She told me everything about their sexual exploits and it made me crazy thinking about her sucking and fucking him. I'd ask a hundred questions and she'd always tell me everything.
One time she was staying over at my house, as she'd often do. We'd even share the same bed, which of course I loved. Often she would sleep naked, or with very little clothing on, next to me.
She lay there and told me how much she was missing her boyfriend. She told me everything about him, I knew every detail about his huge cock, without even properly meeting him.
"Shit I'm horny," she said, laying next to me in her underwear.
"I can do something about that," I joked.
"I don't think you could," She replied. "I've seen your cock. No offence." Her reply was typically cutting and honest of Carla, but she had a point, I had no experience and my cock wasn't exactly very big either. She lent out of bed and rustled through her bag, before pulling out a rather big vibrator and holding it up to show me.
"This, on the the other hand, should do the trick." She giggled. I was a little shocked to say the least. "Just pretend I'm not here," she said, pulling the covers over her and closing her eyes. "Pop the light off, it'll put me off if you're watching."
I laid there speechless in the darkness to the sound of Carla's vibrator going to work on her cunt. Her moans and movement made me hard as a rock, so naturally I began to play with myself.