I had known Judy for five years or so. We were good friends despite her being ten years older than me. I knew she had an eighteen year old son (Pete) who I hadn't met and a husband (Jim) who I had met three or four times. I was thirty-one at the time of this story and had just split up from my long-term boyfriend. I thought Judy's invite for the two of us to have lunch together might be to comfort me in my time of need.
We had a lovely lunch in a classy restaurant that I had never been to. She listened to my moans about my ex with great patience and made a few suggestions about how and where I could meet a new man. I could tell that she wanted to say or ask me something before she said she had a favor to ask me.
"You probably don't know that Pete is off to college next week and I wondered if I could ask a huge favor of you."
I said I would be delighted to help and asked what she wanted. She said that she felt that Pete should ask me, as the favor was more for him than me. I was slightly surprised but said "no problem". I asked when I could meet him, as I couldn't do it that afternoon. We arranged for me to go round to her house on the Saturday evening. It all seemed a bit formal but I looked forward to a nice meal and evening with Judy, Jim and Pete. So that we could all enjoy some wine (Jim loves quality wines) they offered me a bed for the night.
When I arrived it was Pete who opened the door to me. I was stunned that he was a strongly built young man standing every bit of 6 foot 3. He gave me a lovely smile and welcomed me in taking my coat. Jim was in good form and we had a great meal. There were wines to go with all three courses and they were all lovely. As we sat drinking coffee and more wine after the meal the phone rang. It was Jim's father who said that a pipe had burst and was asking Jim to go over and help. Judy quickly said she would go with Jim particularly as he had had too much to drink to drive. They said they would stay over as it was over an hours drive away.
I offered to leave but Judy said she was sure Pete would look after me and anyway he had not had the chance to ask me the favor he wanted from me. Pete seemed very comfortable with this and poured me another glass of wine.
I asked Pete whether he would be leaving a girlfriend behind when he went 200 miles away to college. With regret he said that he didn't have a girlfriend to leave behind. He said that he had had two girlfriends but neither relationship had come to anything. He didn't seem to be referring to longevity so I guessed he was referring to sexual activity. I told him that going to college was the perfect place to make new friends and develop new relationships. He looked very uncertain and I asked him why he was doubtful.
"All my friends have had long term girlfriends and they are confident around girls. I am afraid that girls at college will expect me to be more experienced... you know... "
"Do you mean that you are concerned that girls will realize that you are a virgin and that that would put them off?"
I realized that I had been rather blunt in voicing my assumption. He seemed unable to answer my question but this only strengthened my assumption. I went through all the arguments about why being a virgin was not a limitation but was in fact an advantage. I didn't believe any of them and wondered whether I sounded unconvincing. Changing my line I decided to try and build his confidence by complimenting his appearance. Stupidly I worded things as how attractive I found his big strong build and wonderful body. The good wine had slightly loosened my tongue.
He asked me when I had lost my virginity and I thought it diplomatic to lie and say that I had been a similar age as he was now. He asked me about my boyfriends and how quickly our relationships had turned physical. I wouldn't choose to admit all of the truth in this story and I certainly wasn't going to admit it to Pete. Pete clearly knew that I had just broken up from my boyfriend. He quizzed me why it had broken up and I said it was for the usual reasons. I explained these were usually down to money or sex. I had backed myself into a corner, as he wanted to know more, much more. He was a little quiet as he said,
"He must be blind and stupid to break up with you if it was because of sex. You are.... you are.... "
I couldn't believe that his words nearly reduced me to tears. This was completely out of the blue but had obviously hit a very raw nerve. I might have been a little slow but it suddenly hit me that the question he might be trying to ask me was to relieve him of his virginity. Had Judy set this up? She had certainly been very keen for me to consider Pete's request. She knew that my libido had always been extremely high and that I wasn't getting any action. Had she also set up the story of the water leak to ensure Pete and I had the full run of the house? It was hard to process all this but when I thought about sleeping with this stunning virgin the processing stopped abruptly. I had friends who kept a score of men they had slept with. I fully admit that when I ran out of fingers and toes to count them on I started counting only the virgins. It had been around seven years since the last one but I had not forgotten the intense excitement.
I didn't know what to say to this gorgeous young man as he watched my confusion. I would not have trusted my voice even if I had known what to say. I offered him both my hands and he took them to enable me to lead him, without a word, out of the lounge and up the stairs. My heart was beating out of my chest as it had done when I was a teenager anticipating having sex. I loved the way he stood in front of me looking scared but very aroused. Being just over five feet tall Pete loomed over me and I had to reach up to unbutton his shirt. He helped me by slipping in off his shoulders before standing up tall again. His chest was huge and as smooth as a baby's bottom. I had never experienced a totally hairless chest and his seemed to be radiant almost shiny. I wanted to lick it, kiss it and suck on his perky nipples. All this would have to wait until I had unpacked the real prize. I have to admit to loving the male organ, or as I always call them 'joysticks'. I had experienced many of them and enjoyed all of them except one or two attached to complete pricks. Pete's trousers were loose fitting but did little to dampen my enthusiasm as they tented out towards me. Impatiently I pulled his underwear down with his trousers. He was stepping out of them as I stood back waiting to enjoy the view. When he did finally straighten up I was delighted to see an erection that was more than in proportion to the rest of his huge frame. His pubic hair was very short jet black and tightly curled. I knew his cock was big but I didn't realize how big until I wrapped both my hands around it and still had two or three inches crying out to be taken in my mouth. I say my hands were wrapped round the monster but they did not go all the way round as it was too thick.