It had always been Alexis and Ann, ever since we were little kids playing in the backyard together. Alex was my cousin, my mother's sister's girl. We went through high school and eventually to college together.
It was at that stage I began to get a little worried. Alex had always been one for the boys and her lurid tales had inspired a few boasts on my part. Mine were not so much exaggerations as outright lies.
Alex's tales had been virtually my whole education in sex and I simply rehashed some of her own tales to impress her and our other friends.
Now I was worried in case they found out I was still a virgin. Now don't get me wrong. There's nothing wrong with being an eighteen and a half year old virgin really but not when you've been boasting about your sexual adventures for the last two years. What frightened me was the thought of getting found out!
Alex was extremely good looking. So pretty she reminded me of a young Elizabeth Taylor. She had been a high school cheer-leader and continued with it in college.
There were a number of black players in the football squad. Alex was dating one of them, a guy called Matt. Boy oh boy was he a handsome hunk!. I thought my envy of her was my secret but she must have guessed because she invited me out for a double date!
That called my bluff in a big way. I took a deep breath before answering her in the affirmative. I just couldn't think of any excuse fast enough. Maybe deep in my heart, I didn't want to find one.
As the time approached I got more and more nervous. I felt I had the word "VIRGIN" tattooed across my forehead. Surely my dread secret would be found out.
When the great day arrived, I watched Alex getting dressed after her shower. She put on stockings and a pretty garter belt, fancy satin bra and matching panties.
"You're sure getting dolled up in a big way, Alex!" I remarked to her.
"Matt always likes me to dress like this. I've no idea what Owen, your fellow, prefers though."
So I decided to follow Alex's taste because I had no other guide to rely on.
She lent me a nice garter belt and a pair on nylons. I wore my own best panties and bra. Alex lent me a pretty white satin slip. It fitted beautifully; luckily we were both C-cup girls at that time. We both wore summer dresses as we walked across the campus.
We met for coffee and introductions in a bar, then went back to their place. Once there, Matt put on some music, Owen produced some hand-rolled joints and Alex poured the drinks.
We settled down to some heavy petting at first. Alex soon had her dress up round her waist with Matt's hand between her shapely legs massaging her through her panties. From the look on her face it was a procedure she thoroughly enjoyed. Owen slipped my dress off my shoulders and fondled my tits through my bra with a marvellously gentle touch. It was incredible that his big black hands could be so soft and light as his finger tips seemed to flutter like butterflies round my nipples. I had never experienced such a delightful sensation. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. Up till now things were going well!
I could see Alex now kneeling between Matt's thighs with his great black cock in her hands. She put out her tongue and started to lick round it. Then she took it right into her mouth. Someone in my past had stated that only whores did that sort of thing, but Alex was my friend and she was much more of a slut than a whore. I had read about oral sex in a copy of 'Playboy' that I had found lying around. In that it seemed to be treated just like any other sexual activity.
I wanted to show Owen how much I appreciated his efforts with my tits. So I stood up, slipped my dress the rest of the way off and turned back to Owen. He had taken off his T-shirt and Jeans, leaving him in a pair of white Y-fronts. There was a big lump sticking out in the middle of them. I reached out and stroked it with my hand. It seemed to come alive! When I looked up at him, Owen was smiling at me. Encouraged, I pulled his cock out of his pants and copied Alex's technique, eventually taking it into my mouth..
I marvelled at how black the cock was, much more so than the rest of my lover. It tasted fine. All the talk in the magazine had said it was a strange taste but I liked it right away. And I knew I wouldn't be taking it out when Owen came. I wanted to taste his semen. Why not indeed! There would be enough of it going in at the other end of me soon, so it couldn't do me much harm.
When Owen came, I swallowed hard and quickly because he was shooting loads of cum into my mouth. As he finished I had a chance to swill some around and enjoy the taste of it. And I liked it. I thought it tasted slightly of whisky and wondered if he had drunk some before we got together. Anyway, it certainly wasn't bad. It was a taste I liked and felt I would like to get more used to.
Owen pulled me to the bed beside him. He rolled over on top and I opened my legs for him. His cock was still big, so he pulled my panties to one side and stroked my slit with the head of his cock. It felt delicious.
Then I got a strange sense of panic. What if it hurt too much and I cried out? I whispered in Owen's ear as quietly as I could,
"Owen, I can't do it. I'm still a virgin."
He stopped and stiffened.
"I need some relief," he whispered back.
The other two were humping like mad and couldn't possibly hear us.
I took hold of Owen's cock and positioned it over my mound, between my slip and my panties. A few convulsions later and I felt a warm wetness spreading over my belly. I started quietly crying, knowing that he had wasted his seed, and I had wasted a great opportunity of becoming a non-virgin.
As he got off me, I jumped up, pulled my dress over my head and went quickly out of the room. Owen followed.
"Let me walk you back to your place," he offered. I didn't argue, my eyes were streaming tears and I didn't trust my voice – I felt like screaming in frustration. At least I don't think the other two even saw us leave.
