Let's get the basics out of the way: I'm short, blonde and blue-eyed. I'm slim but I have curves. I've been told I'm pretty. All of that makes it difficult to be taken seriously as I pursue a career as a researcher. But it makes it easy to get laid.
I love sex. It shouldn't come as a surprise in the 21st century that a young woman enjoys healthy sexuality. What might be surprising is that I love sex with men or women or both, of all ages, sizes and races. But I'm not promiscuous: I'm a one-partner lover who focuses all her attention on the person who currently occupies the other half of her bed.
Obviously, I didn't get here overnight. Growing up as one of three daughters, I was quiet, obedient and traditionally heterosexual. All of us were pretty; that's not an egotistical remark, merely a statement of the facts as they have been expressed to us all of our lives.
By my senior year in high school, sex had invaded my consciousness. I was aware that boys were different than girls. Not just in their hygiene habits and interests but in their bodies. But now, after marking my 18th birthday and rapidly approaching college, I wanted to explore what the differences were. Oh, like most teenagers, I had prowled the Internet and had seen more than my share of porn - naked women, copulating couples and hot lesbians. But I wanted to know how all of that related to the real world. I wanted to know about real guys my age. I had a friend who had been a childhood playmate, someone who spent many happy hours at my house playing in our yard or swimming in our pool and I decided he would be the one to show me the differences.
We had grown apart a bit in recent years as he pursued athletics and I became engrossed in academics. But we were still friends and I knew I could convince him to take part in my biology experiment. This plot was hatched during the summer after graduation when weather encouraged wearing revealing clothing for both sexes, fueling my interest and the urgency in concluding my experiment.
I called Toby and asked if he'd like to come swimming. Since the thermometer had hovered above the 90-degree mark for more than a month, I knew the answer before I asked the question. I told him just to come around back through the garden gate; I didn't have to tell him any more because he'd been there many times before.
What I didn't tell him was that we would be alone. My parents and my younger sister were on their way to our summer cabin in the mountains, three hours away if there was no traffic and clear weather. My older sister was working at a lakeside resort, living on the grounds while she served in the restaurant.
As soon as I hung up the phone, I began preparations for his visit. I took off my shorts and removed my panties, then put the shorts back on. I did the same with my t-shirt and bra, letting my firm breasts strain against the thin cotton fabric. I shivered with excitement and the unfamiliar pleasure of my shorts rubbing against my vagina as I moved through the house. I had become aware of my sexuality years earlier when I began my period and experienced sensitivity and a certain excitement as I was showering at the end of a cycle. I inadvertently pressed my swollen clitoris as I reached down to clean my vagina. A jolt went through my body and I was initially frightened, then curious. Each day I did a bit more exploring until I brought myself to my first orgasm. Since then I had enjoyed many orgasms in bed, in the shower and in the pool. But I'd never become aroused just by wearing my clothes without underwear. I wondered what part the anticipation of seeing Toby nude was playing in my arousal but I didn't stop to dwell on it.
Toby arrived wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. I walked out of the house as he rounded the corner. "Hi," I smiled, reaching to take his hand. I moved slightly so that the afternoon sun would be behind me, making my shirt almost sheer and silhouetting my breasts against the brightness. My nipples were hard pebbles poking against the thin cotton shirt. I knew he couldn't help but see them through the fabric.
"Hi," he stammered, staring at my breasts but trying not to be obvious. His flushed cheeks and unwavering stare were giveaways, however.
Still holding his hand, I pulled him toward the pool. "Go ahead and get in," I said. "I've been finishing some housework and I still have to change. But don't wait for me." As I finished the sentence, I turned to go into the house. I tugged at the hem of my shirt and pulled it above my shoulders (and breasts) as I walked inside. I knew he could see my breasts reflected in the window panes but I kept walking as if nothing were out of place.
Once inside, I rushed to my bedroom and to the window that overlooked the pool. I snuck a glance under the curtain and saw Toby adjusting the front of his swim trunks. I had seen male porn stars on the internet and I imagined he was moving his guy stuff around to be more comfortable. I felt another shiver as moisture began to spread through my lower body. I pulled the curtains back, letting sunlight in and also providing anyone in the backyard a clear view into my room. Toby knew which was mine and I was hoping he'd at least take a quick look to see if the curtains were open. He did.
I had to act as though I didn't know anyone was watching, but I could use the reflection in the mirror over my dresser to see Toby as he leaned over the edge of the pool and squinted for a better look inside my room. I was standing topless, my bikini in my hands. I leaned forward to put the suit on my bed, allowing my breasts to swell a bit as gravity increased their size. I was still small (a full A cup, and very firm) but for Toby I may as well have been someone with really big boobs. I reached back and unzipped my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. My window was large enough that Toby could see down to the middle of my thighs, so as I bent to pick up my shorts, my bare butt and glistening pussy were facing him through the window.
I could almost hear him moan. I picked up my bikini bottoms and pulled them on, turning in the process to face the window. Pulling my bottoms up, I looked toward the window and gave a gasp as if I had just realized the curtains were open. I walked over and - still bare-breasted - pulled first one side and then the other closed.
Once I had cut off Toby's view, I quickly tied my bikini bra and went outside. Toby was up to his neck in the water, waiting my return as he attempted to be nonchalant.
I tugged at the cups of my bra, adjusting them and managing to pull them far enough from my breasts to flash Toby. He no longer tried to be subtle; he stared openly at my body as I came down the steps to the pool.
"You are beautiful!" he exclaimed. "I mean, you've always been pretty but in that bikini you are awesome!"
"Oh, so you just like me for my body?" I teased, arching my back slightly to let my hard-nippled breasts push against the suit.
"No, gosh no," he fumbled. "I think you're totally awesome. It's just that, er, that suit really shows off that you're growing more mature and stuff."
"Nice recovery, Toby. But really unnecessary. See, I invited you here so we could get naked together."
If he was surprised before, he could have swallowed his tongue when I said that. "How can we do that?" he said, clearly hoping I had the right answer to THAT question. "I mean, with your folks and sisters and stuff? And besides, why would we get naked together?"
