Chapter 3: Margaret
I had been assigned temporary duty overseas. A few days before I was to leave I called the wife of a friend who was posted at my destination to see if she wanted to send him something.
She said she would definitely have something for me to take to him and to come by the night before I left.
On the eve of my departure I went over to their house.
Her name was Margaret and she was, as they say, terminally cute. Very small, short dark hair, very outgoing. She was two or three years older than me. Her sister Lacy was the partner of my best friend Laura. We had been around each other several times at various social occasions and done some mild flirting.
She greeted me with a hug and I was ushered to the sofa. She was wearing very tight jeans and a t shirt. She was definitely bra less.
She said she was about to wrap the last of three special presents for her husband. Then she hesitated, looked at me and blushed.
"Would you like to see what I am sending," she asked.
I said, "sure," and wondered why she was blushing.
She handed me a box that had about a dozen 8 by 10 photographs. The first picture was somewhat of a portrait, she with a big smile.
The second was much the same but taken from further back and showed bare shoulders.
The third showed her from the waist up in a nearly transparent night slip that went under her arms and just barely over her tits, her breasts clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
I was embarrassed and excited. I had to concentrate to keep my hands from shaking.
The next photo was a full body shot of her sitting exactly where she was sitting now. Her legs were crossed but she was obviously panty less. The hem of her nightgown was well up on her thighs.
My dick had been looking at the pictures with me and it was as hard as it had ever been.
I must had made some kind of sound for she asked me if I was ok.
I told the truth, I said "no, this is fabulous."
I was aware that she had been paying close attention to me and and my very obvious boner.
She asked me if it was true that I had never had sex.
My virginity had been a source of amusement among my friends and I assumed she had heard, so, I again told the truth and said "no, not really."
Margaret gave a quick squeeze to my thigh and giggled.
She told me to stop going through the pictures for a minute, that she was going to get us something to drink.
As she left I took the opportunity to arrange my dick into a less painful position, almost cumming as I moved it around.
She took a bit longer to return than I expected and when she did I again almost creamed in my pants. She had changed from jeans and t shirt to that very same sheer nightgown in the photos. I could hardly hold the drink she handed me.
Although she did not need to do so, she identified the nightgown as the same one in the photographs. She went on to describe the fun she had trying to decide which night gown to use for the pictures.
I asked the one question I had in my head, "who took the pictures?."
She said, "my sister Lacey. You know she is a photographer with her own studio. She likes taking pictures of me, and of me and my husband in various poses. Sometimes my husband takes pictures of my sister and me but he can not always control himself," she giggled.
I was in such an excited state the it would be fifteen hours before the implications of what she just said would sink into my brain.
I had downed my drink and she got up to get me another. She bent over the coffee table in front of us to pick up the glasses, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy lips. I think I shuddered. She turned, smiled, and gave me a short sweet kiss on the lips.
The hair on the back of my neck rose as it finally occurred to me,
"I'm going to get laid, I'm going to lose my virginity!"
