It was a frozen winter in Detroit, I was bundled against the wind and cold. The cold wind forced my face down, away from the wind. I am 39 and on the way to a meeting, today I am retiring, 29 years of modeling and taking life cautiously, has taken its toll.
I live quietly and modestly, I was never sure of when my next job would present itself, it made me frugal. My parents used my modeling income to pay for my tuition and setup a trust fund, so I would have a nest egg and I had the option of retirement at 40 years of age.
My parents guided my every step, they helped me make career and life decisions, they kept me grounded and hold tightly onto the reigns.
I could never live the, "night life," I had to protect my reputation and my source of income. Being a model was like living in a glass cage, it was interesting, educational, exhausting and frustrating.
I attended private schools and had a tutor when I traveled or had a long modeling assignment. My tutor kept me well ahead of the classes in school, she visited me at least once a week, making sure I was testing well ahead of my classmates.
Some subjects like, race was not a word, not a topic, not anything I was involved in, not anything I would have an opinion on. I knew models that were not white, but models were beautiful, objects that I enjoyed and had to deal with.
Dressing rooms did not always have a gender, boys and girls dressed together and shared makeup.
Some things were never discussed, drugs were always negative, liquor was a drug. I learned how to enjoy life sober.
Everyone thought I was a genius, my tutor would scan fashion magazines with me, we discussed fashion, people and life in general. I was matured well beyond my years, even though I was naΓ―ve and sheltered.
I never had been on a date, the whole time I attended high school. My first date didn't happen until I was 19.
I had friends but was never in a circle of friends. My one close male friend, Dan was two years my senior and a model. We helped each other and socialized, movies, meals events and we traveled together.
One of our trips I saw him with his shirt off, he was well defined. He trained and maintained a strict diet. Dan was another model. He helped me with maintain my weight and sometimes we exercised together. I was surprised that my parents would allow us to be alone.
I enjoyed being with him, he was a close friend and never expected anything in return. He was beautiful, but manly. One night I walked into the bathroom and he had just walked out of the shower, I surprised him, he just smiled and kept on drying.
I walked over to him and put my hand on his chest, "turn around," I said. His butt was shapelier than mine. I put my hands on his waist and slid one hand over his cheek and squeezed. He turned around, "my butt is tighter than yours," he said, and the smiled.
My hand was even with his penis, it brushed against my hand when he turned. I opened my hand and wrapped it around his flaccid penis. I squeezed, it was very warm to touch. I stared down at the thin hand wrapped around the sliver of flesh.
This was my first encounter with a live penis, I had seen porn on the internet, I never saw a soft one. Dan looked down at my hand, I squeezed and started tugging. After a few minutes, I looked up, Dan was smiling. "What are you trying to do?" asked Dan, I thought it would get bigger. Dan smiled, "have you ever seen me with a girl, other than you?"
I just looked up, "I guess I'm not your type."
"You're perfect as a friend, and I love you like a sister." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, soft and long. I used my tongue, he kissed me back. He lifted his head, "thank you," I said.
"My first kiss," it felt wonderful, gentle and slow, I was flushed. I looked down at his still soft penis. It all started to fall in place, may parents let me spend time and travel with Dan, I guess they knew he was attracted to guys, so I was safe with him.
After that, we grew even closer, we slept in the same bed, sometimes we showered together. He was comforting, and I slept better in his bed.
I asked him questions about sex and how he made love to another man. He explained everything to me, I told him about my girl parts and even masturbated for him.
I made him smell my hand after I masturbated, he enjoyed it. I asked him if all guys like to have their penis's sucked, he said, "definitely".
I talked to Dan every day, we talked about everything, jobs, training, our love life, mostly his. I told Dan he was a whore, he hooked up a lot. Dan explained it was just sex, he didn't have any feelings for any of his partners, it was better than playing with yourself.
Next time we were in bed, I told him I was jealous, I have never had an orgasm with anyone but myself, Dan laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes. The next time we slept together I reached down and started fingering his penis. I did everything to it, squeezed it, rolled it, tugged at it and played with his balls.
I asked Dan if he had a big one, I think I'm a little bigger than most of the ones I've see.
"I wish I could see you hard." Dan laughed and said," I doubt sisters talk that way to their brothers."
"Shut up," I told him, "I'm always horny, I think you should help me out." Dan was facing me, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed me, Dan was a great kisser, gentle and loving. His tongue was against mine, it was a great kiss.
I spread my legs, "get on top of me." He rolled between my legs. I wrapped them around him and started grinding against his pelvic bone. This was erotic, Dan wrapped his arms around my waste and was grinding against me, "keep going," I asked.
I started to cum, I moaned into his mouth over and over, I grunted and had a great orgasm. He ground against me for a minute or so. I pushed him off me, I bent over and kissed his chest and moved my head down towards his crotch.
Dan let me go, I reached for his soft white cock, I guided to my mouth. It smelled like my crotch.
I sucked it in, my lips wrapped around it. Soon my lips were down to the base and I was sucking and tonguing his cock. I worked on it until my mouth was sore. I lifted my mouth off his noodle, I turned my head and looked up at him, "What else can I try?"
"That felt good, I think someday you give some guy a great blow job." I was horny again, "I like sucking you, it makes me horny."
"Don't you think you had enough?" asked Dan. "No, I want you to finger me." Dan said, "you are demanding," and started kissing me. His hand reached for my breast, gently he squeezed.
I was hoping he wasn't teasing me. His hand moved down to my crotch, his middle finger separated my lips, they were slippery, his finger tip pushed into me.