I spotted Donna across the restaurant and headed in her direction. We were meeting for our regular Sunday brunch. It's going on five years that we've been meeting Sundays at eleven in the morning for food, Bloody Marys, and a full plate of girl talk and gossip. I was not prepared to have this meal lead to an exotic journey that I never even thought possible.
Donna waved and we kissed before sitting back down at our favorite table. She looked at me and pouted.
"God, I hate it when you show up with the 'Look-at-me-I've-just-been-fucked' face."
"I don't look like that," I protested.
"Were you?"
"What?"
"Just fucked."
I blushed, smiled and nodded.
"God, I knew it. And, to prove I am a total masochist, I'm going to ask. Was it really that good?"
I sipped some ice water and leaned in close to her.
"Honestly, Donna, he was inspired this morning. I don't think my feet hit the pavement on my way here."
"I totally hate you," she said as she signaled for our waitress. "I mean it, totally hate you."
We ordered our first round of Bloody Marys along with our usual. For Donna it was the egg white omelet with asparagus while I had my usual Eggs Benedict.
"That's another thing I hate about you," she said. "You eat like a freaking lumberjack and never gain an ounce. I'm living on lettuce and damn egg whites and struggle to fit into my jeans."
"You fill your jeans out quite nicely," I said. "Even Sean thinks you look hot in them."
It was Donna's turn to blush. "He never said that."
"Yes, he did, dear. Good thing I'm not the jealous type because he is always talking about how good you look."
Donna didn't offer one of her customary wise-assed remarks.
Our drinks arrived and we toasted each other as we had since senior year in college clinking our glasses as we recited.
"To good health, good friends, good fortune and good sex—not always in that order."
After taking adult-sized sips, Donna smiled and said, "Well, three out of four ain't bad."
***
We met freshman year and hit it off immediately. To many we were complete opposites. Donna, dark, short and outgoing and me, tall, blond and introverted. Over the next couple of years our friendship solidified and senior year we roomed together in an off-campus apartment. I'd say that year we helped each other. I helped her become a bit more self-aware and aided her to polish some rough edges. Donna assisted me to overcome my shyness with men, and do so quite completely.
Donna was seriously boy-crazy. She wasn't a slut, but she certainly fooled around a bit and had a series of semi long-term relationships. I never knew when I would be treated to a "grunt fest" as I began to call them. Donna is vocal during sex and seemed to attract partners that were also expressive. If I heard one more "fuck me hard, babe" coming from her room, I swore I'd get a gun and take care of the annoyance permanently.
I was still a virgin at the start of senior year. Being shy, in addition to my virginity status, meant I had little to no experience with guys. The first time I ran into a naked boy coming out of our apartment's bathroom I honestly thought I was going to faint. I had to go back to bed and lie down. The image of the boy's penis was seared into my brain. When I mentioned it to Donna later that evening, she laughed.
"It's a good thing you never saw Evan," she said. "His dick is legend on campus."
I had no idea what a legendary penis was supposed to look like, but I imagine it had to do with size. I now, at least, had one penis for comparison if I ever saw another one, which I doubted would happen soon.
Of course, the next week said Evan was present for a fun-filled night accompanied by especially loud animal noises. In the morning I was pouring a bowl of Cheerios when a naked man wandered into the kitchen.
"Hey," he said.
I looked at him and in spite of my best intentions immediately turned my attention to what was between his legs. I thought it must be a prank. Surely no real person could have anything that looked like that. I made a mental comparison to the one and only other penis I had seen. It was obvious that there was no comparison.
As I was gawking, and, yes, that is the only word that could express what I was doing, a naked Donna appeared next to Evan. I had seen her without clothes a couple times before, but never standing next to a naked boy and never, ever after it was obvious they both just had sex.
"Alex, this is Evan. I think I mentioned him before." Donna smiled and slyly let her eyes drop to his manhood.
Evan took a step forward, accompanied by a swaying that reminded me of a large pendulum, and extended his hand. I shook it, but no words escaped my lips.
"Pretty nice, right?" said Donna as she picked up his penis and held it out toward me.
This was so "Donna." She loved to tease me and when it came to sex, she loved it even more. I really don't think it was to embarrass me, although she enjoyed seeing me blush. Donna thought she was helping me to crawl out of my shell. Every once in a while, she would wander through the apartment topless or naked. If I said anything, she'd respond that I was welcome to copy her dress code. The fact that Donna was flaunting her gorgeous figure did not surprise me. The fact that she was now holding a boy's penis was beyond any expectation I had. My instincts told me to flee. My curiosity kept my butt in the chair.
Now I could clearly see the large scrotum beneath. By Evan's reaction I assumed that having women admire his appendage was a common occurrence. He just smiled and allowed Donna to play with him.
My eyes moved back and forth from his penis to Donna's body. Although she was shorter than I am, her breasts are at least twice my size. My breasts can be generously considered a handful—if you have small hands. Donna's are in the "Oh My God" category. They were a female complement to the large penis that Donna eagerly fondled before my eyes. It seemed that even she was affected by Evan's manhood. Her nipples stood out from the pink areolas. The blood-red nubs appeared ready to explode. I realized I was ogling my friend's nipples and averted my eyes. The problem was my eyes refocused on the large penis in her hands.
While Donna coaxed life into his penis, his hand had slipped a finger onto her crotch and started playing with her pussy. Since Donna only kept a small dark patch above her vagina, I clearly saw how his finger kept disappearing.
As the effects of all this playfulness started to take shape on Evan -- and I mean really form a shape to a degree I never imagined a body part could exhibit -- I excused myself and ran to my room. I could hear them laughing as I closed my door and collapsed on my bed more excited than I could ever remember being. I cautiously slipped my hand inside my PJ bottoms and felt the dampness between my swollen lips.
In a minute I was violating every rule I established regarding sex. I was masturbating in the daylight, my PJs bundled at my ankles with someone else in the apartment, lying on top of the bed covers and fantasizing on a man's erect penis as opposed to the latest Hollywood hunk's bare chest. What took me most by surprise, next to the intensity of the orgasm, was the lingering image of Donna's body. If a girl ever looked good naked, it was Donna.
A half hour later Donna knocked at my door. I pulled up my PJ bottoms and told her to enter.
She entered, still naked, crawled up on my bed and pulled me to her. I fell into her arms and we lay back on the bed.
"Freak you out?" she asked.
