Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old.
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On Saturday morning, Amanda Corwin looked through the peephole in the front door and saw the person who had just rung the doorbell was her older brother's best friend, Mike. Her brother wasn't home but she opened the door to his friend anyhow. Ever since she was a little girl, she had been attracted to Mike but he never seemed to take any notice of her, except to acknowledge her existence as the sister of a friend. The attraction to him was so strong she had turned down other boys who were interested in her, which was why Amanda still remained a virgin. However, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday three weeks earlier and, since reaching that magical age, she considered herself free to let her needs as a woman be known, especially to the studmuffin at the front door.
"Hi, Mike. C'mon in," she greeted the visitor.
"Hi, Mandy. Is Noah here?"
"Not right now, but he should be back any minute. Why don't you come in and wait?"
That was a lie. Amanda knew her brother wouldn't be home until late that evening and that her parents were out of town for the weekend. More often than not, Mike came by on Saturday morning so he and Noah could hang out and she believed this would be her best chance to get to know him better. Her dark brown hair was down, framing her pretty face and she was barefoot and wearing hot pants and a t-shirt with no bra. If Mike continued to be indifferent to her after that day, she didn't know what else she could do, short of giving up on her goal.
He was not, at least not completely. When he looked at her, the thought flashed through his mind: "Man, what a nice pair of tits," but he immediately felt guilty at such a disgraceful thought. Although he was only four years older, he still thought of her as being a little girl.
Amanda led her prey to the sofa in the family room, rather to the front room where guests usually waited. The former was closer to her bedroom which, as part of her plan, she had gotten ready for him by pulling down the top sheet on her bed. Everything else was in the same state of preparation for her to lose her cherry that day and she really wanted Mike to be the one to take it.
"Would you like a Pepsi," she asked.
"Yes, thanks. It's pretty hot today." When Mandy turned to go to the kitchen, Mike had another disgraceful thought about the girl alone in the house with him. "Speaking of hot," the thought flashed through his mind. "Mandy really has a hot rear end."
He was right about that. The hot pants were tight and emphasized her curves, especially since she wasn't wearing any panties. The thin material molded itself to her so well the cleft of her ass was visible. Amanda had tucked her t-shirt in earlier so her nipples would stand out but, by the time she returned to the sofa, she had pulled it loose. She was not much good at being coy and doubted Mike would notice any subtle hints she might give him anyhow. After she gave him the can of soda; he popped open the top and took a long drink of the cold, sweet beverage. Amanda waited until he had removed it from his mouth and moved in closer.
"How do you like these, Mike?" she asked, raising the t-shirt and showing off her beautiful breasts.
Mike stared at the lovely mounds with the small pink nipples at their peaks and was too tongue-tied to say anything coherent. "Very pretty," he was finally able to mutter.
Amanda moved in closer. "Is looking all you're going to do? Just say you think they're very pretty?" She reached out, took the soda can from his hand and set it on the coffee table. With his hands free, she took hold of them and raised both of them to her breasts. "Do they feel good too?" she asked.
"Wonderful. Mandy, are you sure you know what you're doing? What if your brother walks in now?"
"I'm sure. This is something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I lied about Noah; he's not coming back until late this afternoon. Now, are you going to come into my bedroom or do I have to drag you there?"