I was 18. Like most kids at 18 I had a group of friends I would hang out with. There was one lesbian couple in the group. They would make out often and I would act like I didn't care but watch them from the corner of my eye
One girl, named Tara, was Hispanic, voluptuous, dark short hair, green eyes, DD's and a cute ass. The other one was a hottie named Jane. She had D's, petite body, blue eyes and really full lips. Yummy!
One night I got a call from Tara that she wanted to hang out.
I was cool with it and wondered if maybe I could get her to cheat on her girlfriend. I acted very flirty but mostly friendly.
Before she came over put on my cutest outfit. I threw on a tight half shirt that made me look like I was always cold. (I have the cutest nipples.) I pulled on a pair of men's boxers, baggy pants (easy to slip off or get into), and Timberland boots. Since I was thin, the boxers would rest low on my stomach and the jeans would rest even lower.
When she showed up she seemed like she had something on her mind.
We hung out until everyone went to sleep. Afterwards we went for a walk outside in the back yard and smoked up. That's when she started flirting with me. I was wondering if she was willing to cheat, or if her girl had broken up with her.
I was lying on the ground, on my tummy, so that she could look down my shirt. She was sitting on the back steps.
"I talked to you're man yesterday," Tara said.
I responded: "Yeah, that's nice."
Tara had a questioning look. "You guys get back together?"
"No, so what's going on? You look bothered." (My way of saying who cares about him, what about us?)
Tara looked down my shirt before responding. She thought I couldn't see her eyes in the dark. I felt an exciting chill in my lower body. "My girl and I got into a fight. We're on a break. Just wanted to hang out and get my mind off things." (In girl talk that means she wanted something.)
I didn't say anything after that. She didn't need to say another thing. I got the point. After we were done smoking, we went back into the house.
As I was opening the door, she put her hand on my bare lower back, closer to the top of my young tight ass. Her hands were so warm and I began to think of them rubbing me, squeezing me, inside of me.
I didn't react as a way of saying it was ok to do more.
As I walked in she let her hand slip quickly and "innocently" down me and then to her side.
There was enough light to see my tight 18 year old body perfectly but it was still dark enough to be comfortable.
I took off my pants, leaving me in a pair of boxers and tight half shirt. (My nipples got harder. I remember thinking that I could see them from the mirror. The mirror was placed perfectly across from the bed. It was behind the front door. Hmm, what that mirror has seen!)
I slowly took off my pants, giving an unnecessary movement of the hip, similar to strippers when they slip their thongs down across their hips. I acted like she wasn't even there, as I got ready for bed. I was so nervous but wanted to seem like I knew exactly what I was doing. My hands were shaking with excitement. I knew I was excited by the wetness already in my boxers.