Diana was grateful to get out of the house; Mom was nagging her to do dishes and she was tired of coming up with excuses. After all, for this eighteen-year-old girl, there was too much life to be experiencing to deal with stupid chores. So when her classmate Tom invited her over to watch a movie, she said yes, and immediately ran into the bathroom to check if she was presentable.
Her shoulder-length brown hair was straight and flowed beautifully down. Diana's C-cup breasts were nice, perky, and contained well in her purple sweater. Her jeans were a bit too tight, but that was the point, that showed off her cute tight butt. It wasn't large, but it was nicely pear-shaped, and curved in the right places. After checking her makeup, she wondered why she was bothering. She wasn't particularly attracted to Tom, but she had appearances to maintain. After all, if she wasn't somewhat attractive to the boys at her school, she wouldn't be able to maintain her mid-level popularity.
That popularity had gotten a boost after dating Zach, the popular running back on the football team, and then Diana got a boost later from Zach's rather average sized dick. She was suddenly awakened to the world of sex, but soon after he popped her cherry, he left her for the next piece of ass sniffing at his crotch.
But that did mean she was getting hungry for some cock.
Maybe if Tom acted right...
Tom had a striking figure for his age. At eighteen, he carried an air of youthful energy, a palpable vibrancy that hinted at his active lifestyle. He was classically handsome, framed by a face that was pale, almost porcelain-like, in complexion. Scattered across the bridge of his nose and dusting his cheekbones were a smattering of freckles, like tiny sun-kissed constellations, adding a touch of boyish charm and individuality to his features. He was not conventionally muscular, but there was a visible tone and definition to his physique, someone who was comfortable in their body. Complementing his physical attributes were a pair of wide, expressive brown eyes, offering glimpses into the thoughts and emotions swirling beneath the surface. And atop his head, a tousled mess of brown hair completing the picture.
Despite her admiration for him, she had to remind herself,
It's just a movie, Diana
. Then after a quick check of her makeup, and adding a little eyeliner to emphasize her blue eyes, she got out of the bathroom and went over to Tom's house.
Diana didn't expect that Tom would have his friend Nick over.
Well, there goes my chance to make out with him,
she thought.
.
Nick wasn't bad-looking either, although a little nerdy. Nick, at nineteen, was a study in contrasts, a blend of youthful awkwardness and surprising charm. His thin frame spoke of a boy yet to fully grow into himself, all lanky limbs and slightly stooped shoulders. Unlike Tom's classic good looks, Nick possessed a different kind of appeal, more subtle and perhaps even more intriguing. His blond hair, often unruly and falling across his forehead, gave him a perpetually boyish look. It wasn't the styled, perfectly tousled blond of a popular kid, but rather a natural, sun-kissed shade that hinted at long days spent outdoors. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that, far from detracting from his appearance, added a touch of endearing nerdiness. They magnified his hazel eyes slightly on his pale skin, revealing a depth of intelligence and a hint of mischief that Diana found surprisingly captivating.
Despite his nerdy exterior, there was something about Nick that Diana found undeniably attractive. It wasn't the immediate, surface-level attraction, but a vulnerability about him that she found strangely compelling, a sense that he might need her in a way that the other boys didn't. And that, she realized, was a very powerful lure.
They were very friendly to her, got her chips and soda, and they sat down to watch the movie. The movie was... boring. She felt her eyelids getting heavier, and heavier, until finally she was completely out.
She stirred as she felt a hand cupping her breast. Diana felt a shock go through her, but she was cautious, only opening her eyes a crack. Sure enough, Tom was leaning over her, his brown hair hanging over his wide brown eyes as he took in the joy of her left boob.
Wow
, she thought,
I didn't expect him to be so forward.
Tom looked over at Nick and whispered, "She's out--go ahead!"
The idea of two guys at once was a new experience... one she wanted to try. Her body ached with excitement.
But Nick was shy, so Diana pretended to be asleep while Nick's hand slowly approached and then lightly brushed against her bra. Both of them were obviously virgins, so she didn't want to scare them off. Instead, she slowly moved her hands towards their crotches.
When she made contact, the boys froze, and Diana enjoyed the feeling of their hard cocks against her hands. "Don't stop now, guys," she said dreamily, slowly opening her eyes.
Diana's sleepy blue eyes fluttered open, a mischievous glint sparking within them as she met the gaze of two flustered teenage boys. Tom's freckled face was flushed crimson, and Nick's acne-scarred cheeks were just as bright. She let her hands linger on the evidence of their excitement, a slow, deliberate caress that made both boys gasp.
