Jamie is a very good friend of mine who loves to tease me about my lack of experience with members of the opposite sex. She is 18 years old and bisexual, not to mention that she turns the heads of both men and women with her astonishing good looks. I, on the other hand, while not drop dead gorgeous, am a handsome guy who just doesn't seem to have any luck with the ladies.
Jamie, however, has no such problems when it comes to getting a date or getting what she wants. All she has to do is to flash her big brown eyes at me, toss that golden hair and show a little bit of cleavage and well, what can I say. I am putty in her hands.
Even though she taunts me about her sexual extravaganzas, we do have a very good friendship. I had saved her from a passing car once - I nearly threw myself in front of the car, but luckily the nitwit behind the wheel slammed his brakes when he saw her. Again, just my luck that her sexuality won the day. I know she doesn't do it on purpose, but sometimes it gets to me; yet when she is talking about her sexual exploits, I get extremely turned on knowing that my friend is having sex with beautiful women - while I'm sitting at home twiddling my thumbs waiting for Ms. Right to walk through the door.
The other day, we were both online and she sent me an Instant Message asking me, "So⦠meet any sexy ladies lately?" Again with the teasing and taunting.
"Nope," I typed back, knowing she was probably going to knock me out of my seat with some startling revelation about her sex life. And of course, I was correct.
"Too bad," she said, before typing in an Internet sigh. "I have."
That figures, I said to myself. I typed back to her, "Oh yeah? Get with any of them?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Two of them."
My jaw nearly hit the computer table as she revealed this juicy bit of information, and my cock hardened at the thought of Jamie wrapped in a sultry embrace in the arms of another woman. Her teasing was sweet torture to my eyes.
"You little slut," I typed jokingly, and she typed out a little giggle followed by an angelic emoticon. If angels had horns, I thought to myself, I'm going to enjoy heaven.
"You know it!" she said, knowing that when I call her naughty names like this, her horniness increases. I knew she wouldn't have started this line of dialogue unless she had sex on her mind.
"So I take it you're horny and need your good ole buddy Sean to assist you in relieving the tension?" I typed sarcastically. "What's in it for me?"
"Only my never-ending love and affection," she typed with a "hehe" at the end, knowing that her giggles are a way to get my hormones raging. "I'm sitting here in just my bra and panties and I'm really horny. Why don't you sign off and call me and we can 'play'.
"Hehe."
Damn her, I thought. She giggles just like a little schoolgirl and I love it. My cock was straining against my boxers, needing to feel the cool air of my study around it.
"Ok, give me a minute."
I signed off my computer and grabbed my cell phone. I quickly dialed Jamie's number and she answered on the first ring, not even letting the caller ID make sure that it was my number calling.
"Hey stud, how's your cock?" she said in her teasing voice.
"You know exactly how it is, babe. It's hard and throbbing."
"Mmmmmmmm, how did it get that way Sean? Did someone say something about two girls getting it on and you got turned on?" she cooed into the phone.
"Yeah, you know you turn me on with anything you say. Tell me, what are you wearing now?" I replied, my voice slightly husky as I attempted to determine her attire.
"Just my panties now. I took off my bra and my tits are just hanging here, all nice and firm. My nipples are hard and I'm rubbing them," Jamie said, her breathing starting to get heavier over the phone. I could imagine her laying there, just in a sexy pair of panties, her 36c breasts being touched by her nimble fingers. I absent-mindedly began to rub my jean-covered crotch.
"What kind of panties sexy?" I inquired, thinking that if I knew Jamie, she was in a pink thong. But I was wrong.
"I'm wearing a cute red g-string right now, and it's wet," she said teasingly, knowing full well of my panty fetish and how just the thought of a woman in panties turns me on. "They are so wet right now, my pussy is sticking to it."
"Feel your pussy for me," I ordered, and with a heavy gasp I knew she was following my commands. "Now tell me about one of these new girls."