The party lasted long into the night, and I had no car of my own. I had ridden with my friend Sarah and so I knew I could get home after all was done. But something untoward happened, Sarah was exceedingly drunk and I had no license, it came down to two simple choices, either I drive her home and take her car with me, which was not the best laid of plans, or I drive her home, which was only a mile down the long country road, and I would stay with her. We asked for a third option but the host wouldn’t allow anyone to stay, her parents would be home by mid afternoon. So after long and engrossing thought, mainly on my part, we decided I would drive to her house and stay the night, this was not the first time mind you, but it was the first time since Sarah had grown breasts and I found out that my little friend downstairs was for more then urination. We’d known each other since we were five, I had always liked her, she was my first kiss, a small special bond lay between us, but we never went any further, especially now that we could, our friendship was too important to us both and so we just did nothing, we would do nothing when she would touch the inside of my thigh or rub at the back of my neck and suddenly I’d get hard, we would do nothing when we wrestled around and suddenly my hand cupped her round full breasts, and a slight moan escaped her budding lips, we would do nothing, and so it would always be.
I drove, I was a good driver even when slightly intoxicated, but I never took to driving I never liked it, so at eighteen I was still without a license. We reached her house with no incident, we were both thankful, we went through her unlocked front door, country living, and slipped silently up to her bedroom, up the narrow staircase. After the door was closed and locked Sarah set up a “bed” for me, an assortment of quilts for my mattress and a sheet as my cover she threw me a pillow and I caught it and laid it where my head would go. She told me to turn around I was confused at first but soon realized she was changing. I stood there in her room, feet away from her as she slowly stripped off her cloths, Sarah’s turn around plan had merit, but she had forgotten the mirror. In her room, mounted on the wall, the very wall I faced was a full-length mirror and as I watched its reflective surface gave me images of Sarah slowly removing her party things.
Her shirt was off now, her breasts held back by a thin cotton bra; I could see her nipples, and they were erect. She slipped off her hip hugger jeans and they slid seamlessly down her long shapely legs, piling themselves at her feet, I held back a gasp as he stepped from them, I could see her dark hair through her white panties, I had started to harden, my dick pressed against my jeans, it thrust so hard it was painful but I held it in. She removed her bra now, her round breasts fell from their holster and bounced ever so slightly, the bulge grew and pulsated with lust. She absently rubbed her tits, working out the long day confined, when she had finished she grabbed for a shit lying on a nearby chair, a long t-shirt much too large for her, I realized it was one of mine, I had left it here when I came to swim one day, why was she sleeping in my shirt, I dismissed it and she clothed herself.
“All done, you can look now” her voice was not as slurred as it had been at the party she was starting to come back. When I turned around she was already covered and in her bed sitting propped up by pillows, why girls have so many pillows will always escape me. But I smiled and tried to hide the ever-growing bulge in my pants, she took no notice, for all I could see. And I did to her as she had to me.
“Close your eyes” I said, “You get what you give” I gave a wry smile and she did as was bade. I stripped off my shirt; I had a fair physique I wasn’t toned to extreme but I had the makings of a fair six-pack, I rubbed my stomach, scratching at it, and then I looked at her, to make sure her eyes were really closed, When I was sure, I stripped off my pants, my boxers had no button fly so my dick popped out, almost fully erect, I looked at Sarah again, because I could swear I heard a gasp, but her eyes were closed and her face stone, so I put away my piece and lay down under the thin sheet. “Ok, as decent as ever” she giggled and shut off the desk lamp beside her.
“Night” she said.
“g’night”.
