I was 18 and a virgin. A difficult age! Hormonal urges and burgeoning peer pressure to expand one's experiences. And all my school-friends had just one thing on their minds. Sex. It was the summer holidays, and we had enjoyed a hot couple of weeks. I was pretty bored and was sitting around watching something boring on TV. A friend, Clair, from school rang and suggested a shopping trip. I walked the half-mile to her place and we set off to town. It wasn't long before the usual subject came up. She was desperate to relate the latest escapades with her boyfriend. I listened intently to their latest fondling...with a growing sense of frustration and envy. She had been out last night and had found a hiding place in some farm outbuildings...a barn or some other place where their carnal desires were played out. She left no detail to my imagination...they must have been naked or al least nearly naked... After he had sucked on her nipples...she had taken his thingy (she always called it that) and with her hand made him cum. He'd wanted her to take it in her mouth, but she didn't like the idea of it. Then, he'd kissed her belly, and on towards her hairy mound. She was getting excited just relating the story. So was I.
With every kiss described in intimate detail she finally after what seemed like hours, tells me that he licked her to an orgasm. An orgasm so enormous...well it made her scream. As we reached the climax of her story, we were eating a salad and coke. On the next table were two old biddies who we realised had been listening. The look on their faces was a picture.
The shopping trip...or more precisely trying every outfit in the shop with no intention of buying anything suddenly seemed less attractive and we made our way back home on the hot, sticky bus. A quick round up of the tales of our class mates (one was having sex with three guys, or so she thought) made my frustration grow even more.
We parted at the bus stop and I wandered slowly home. It was obvious that my annoying older brother was home...two bikes were spread-eagled on the drive. I made my way into the house. It was too quiet...something was going on.
I got a drink from the fridge. The house was silent. Too odd. I went to the stairs and could hear something faint. I made my way slowly and silently upstairs. As I reached the top, I could see my bother and his friend – I think he was called Andrew – in my room watching a video. I had got a tv/video combo for my birthday and I was bloody mad that they had intruded into my bedroom to use it. I was about to storm in when something stopped me. I crept closer to the door. It was ajar about 2 inches. I looked on in total amazement.
I could see the video – a cheap porno picture – probably belonging to my Dad. The two of them were sitting on my bed with their backs to me...but it was fairly obvious that they had their cocks out and were beating off to the porn. I was tempted to tell them to get out of my room with their disgusting habit...but I was also quite aroused from the shopping trip. An idea stared forming in my mind.
Without thinking any more, I opened the door and leapt onto the bed between them.
