I want to tell you about the dirtiest girl I ever knew.
I think it was Hanif Kureishi who observed that the most arousing images come from moments of real experience; those erotic images conjured from our wildest moments of youth, relived in a moment of private pleasure. That's not to say that my sex life has become boring; that I rely on dull recollections from my past to colour my dull middle age. My experiences have been far from it. However, there is something about those days of excitement, of exploration, where anything seemed possible; and for a brief window in our adolescence, it probably was.
My group of friends in college was tight. We came from a small group of villages, where it was difficult to find a large number of people with similar interests. For us, it was music. Any opportunity to get together, plug into an old amplifier and rock out was good enough for us. We soon started to form solid bands, performing anywhere we could, playing for drinks, for nothing, whatever, the thrill it gave was second to none. For my friends and I, there was nothing else to do; and we spent as much time together as we could.
I remember a day at Mollie's house. We'd spent all afternoon in her dad's garage, thrashing out some covers. I was on bass with my best friend Ben on lead guitar and Mollie's younger brother on drums; Mollie sang like an angel and played a mean rhythm guitar in between rolling joints. She had an amazing voice, singing Skunk Anansie and Alanis Morissette. Mollie's dad had been in an old blues band in the seventies. He said we always played too fast, needed to slow it down, and smoke some weed. We always tried to take his advice.
*
I'd been into Mollie from the moment I met her; we were in the first year of college but we'd known each other for much longer; as far as I was concerned, she was perfect. We'd been seeing each other for a few months while playing in the band together, and I'd discovered she was much more experienced than she seemed. She had a body to die for. Petite but curvy, with a generous behind over a tiny waist and white, white skin with a powder-puff of well-trimmed red over her tiny pink pussy. Her breasts were perfect; a C cup when she bothered to wear a bra and her hair fell about them, red as her lips, with a slight curl. She had no tattoos, but she had a piercing in one side of her nose. She took your breath away.
The day had been hot. We'd been playing great, but maybe we'd gone on too long. To be honest, I'd been finding it difficult to concentrate. Mollie had been dressed for the summer in a short denim skirt, which exposed her long pale legs. To top it, a tight, thin lacy purple top bared her midriff. Through her shirt, you could clearly see the outline of her tits with; no bra, allowing us all to enjoy the movement of her breasts as she sang and played. Every now and then -- to be honest, quite a lot -- I'd catch a flash of her panties, purple and lacy to match her top, as she bent over to pick something up or adjust her amplifier. I was sure Ben had got an eyeful a couple of times as well; and I'd caught him staring at my girlfriend's tits or arse a number of times throughout the day. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife.
It was a well-known fact, and a bit of an in-joke, that Ben fancied Mollie too. He didn't make too much of an effort to conceal it. We were all close friends and, to be honest, I enjoyed watching them flirt shamelessly with each other. Mollie was such a tease. She knew how to keep us happy, and the competition made me want her like hell. In the couple of months we'd been going out, I'd taken every opportunity to get her on her own. It's safe to say we'd been fucking like rabbits.
We retired to the front room, tired and hot, with the house to ourselves, and settled in front of the telly. Mollie dragged a blanket down to curl up under while her brother went up to his room to play games on his computer. "He's probably wanking off to Lara Croft," Mollie told us. Personally, I couldn't blame him, but at that moment, I only wanted his sister.
*
So there we were, the three of us on the sofa, just innocently watching T.V. I was acutely aware of the closeness of Mollie's body to mine. I could feel her warmth next to me, and her oh so sexy smell never failed to give me a hard-on. The privacy afforded by the blanket was the only excuse I needed; and the sleepy breathing sounds she was making, her lips slightly parted and her hot breath on my neck, only spurred me on. I decided to ignore the fact that Ben was only the other side of her and slipped my hand into her lap.
We'd often sat in her room watching T.V and touching each other before, and she had always been more than ready to let my fingers wander to her pussy. This time though, she tensed suddenly, holding her breath for a second. I glanced around, but her eyes were closed and she made no effort to push me away. I looked over at Ben, who seemed not to be taking any notice. His eyes were fixed on the screen as I pushed my hand down between her legs. I smiled as she let out her breath, moving her hips slightly to push the front of her skirt against my fingers. Slowly, I traced my fingers over her crotch as my own jeans started to tighten, grinning to myself as she slowly wiggled her hips, letting her skirt ride up while I kept half an eye on Ben to see if he noticed. He didn't move. Either he was completely oblivious to what was going on right next to him, or he was hoping for a bit of a show.
Either way, I didn't mind. My fingers moved down over her panties and I heard her take a sharp intake of breath, her pussy nuzzling against my hand in encouragement. Gently, I slipped my hand underneath the thin material, brushing gently against her fine hairs and teasing slowly down the sides of her pussy before slipping ever so slowly between her lips and into her warm, pleasingly wet pussy.
All this time, my cock had been straining at the front of my jeans as I concentrated on moving my fingers slowly between her pussy lips, finding the sweet spot, and toying with her clit using the movements she'd shown me weeks before. I was aware of her hand nearest me still on top of the covers, the one on Ben's side underneath. Surely it should be the other way round? Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me with a look I'd never seen before. She was obviously turned on, but somehow tense. I gave her an encouraging smile and she leaned towards me to kiss me, moving her hand underneath the blanket towards my groin. Ben didn't move a muscle.
There is nothing so good as the feeling of a clandestine hand on your cock. The head of my penis was already protruding from the waistband of my jeans as she gently trailed the ends of her fingers over my glans and popped open my jeans. Slowly taking its length in her palm, my cock twitched in her grasp as she started to squeeze me, slowly moving down towards my balls and back up, brushing the head of my cock at the end of each stroke.
I'd never felt her pussy so wet, but I was struggling to get my hand into her pants in a comfortable position as she was kind of twisted away from me on the couch. So I decided I would use my other hand to reach over and turn myself into her body more. I desperately wanted to get inside her and make her come. Again, I looked over at Ben. There was no way he couldn't have known what was going on. Mollie's breathing had taken on a special quality by now, and there were some obvious wet noises coming from both our groins. Yet he made no movement or sign that might suggest he was aware. Come to think of it, he was looking pretty happy where he was.
"Dirty fucker," I thought. "Bet he'll be stroking himself off to this tonight."
I reached over with my other hand to get to her cunt.
"Shit!"
In that moment I knew I'd made a mistake as the blanket slid forward off our laps. Mollie made a grab for it, but we'd left it too late as it slipped onto the floor. One of my hands went to my cock and the other to the blanket as I looked up to see Ben's face.
Something was definitely wrong.
*
For a start, it wasn't me that had sworn. It had been Ben, who was now reaching over try to cover his cock. Mollie sat between us, her skirt round her waist. She bent over, reaching for the blanket, while Ben and I on either side of her were leant over trying to hide our equally hard, exposed pricks.
Suddenly it all made sense. No wonder she had been tense when I had first started touching her. She had already had my best friend's cock in her hand. Suddenly I had a better idea of exactly how far their flirting went and realised I'd been a fool not to see it before.
I looked at Mollie. Her eyes were wide and she looked as if she was about to say something. I could feel the anger rising up in my stomach; a dark knot of bitterness; and was about to say something, but at that moment she kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth, her body against me, the skin of my cock against her bare midriff. I kissed her back, confused but horny.
