My parents are friendly with our next-door neighbors, Joe and Brandy Spinner. The Spinners are at least a dozen years older than me, but they're loads of fun, and we often invite them over for drinks or a BBQ. Brandy likes to bake and sometimes makes delicious muffins for dessert.
I like Brandy. She always takes an interest in me and offers sisterly advice when needed. In addition, she is attractive with short, dark hair, hypnotic green eyes, and a small, sexy mouth.
This year I moved out of state to attend a university. When I came home for break, my parents shocked me with the news that Joe and Brandy had divorced.
"Divorced, that's awful. Is Brandy still living in the house?" My parents assured me that Brandy was still living there and that I should go over and visit her.
"She'd love to see you, Shea; why don't you stop by and say hello."
I wasn't doing anything as there's nothing to do in my little town. So I skipped out the front door to visit.
"You're not going over there dressed like that, are you?" I was wearing my skinny jeans and a camisole, typical college attire.
"Mom, all the girls dress this way at school. It's what I wear in class."
"Whatever, I keep forgetting it's a new world."
I slipped out of the house and knocked on Brandy's door.
"Shea!" she greeted me with a big hug. When I tried to let go, Brandy kept on hugging me. "I'm so happy to see you." It wasn't until later that I learned just how happy she was.
"Come in and sit down."
"Thanks, Brandy; it's awesome to see you."
"You look great!" She eyed me up and down.
"Would you like something to drink? I have beer, wine, and vodka."
Was she joking? It was only eleven o'clock in the morning.
"Um, I'll have some ice water, thank you."
"Of course," She bounced out of the room, and, I must say that for a thirty-something-year-old woman, she had a nice ass.
When she returned and handed me the glass, I couldn't help but notice that she looked right down the front of my top.
"So tell me about school. I bet there's loads of partying."
"Oh yeah, there is lots of partying."
"That's great. That is what I miss most about school. I bet that with a body like yours, you have to carry a baseball bat to keep all the boys at bay."
The truth was that I was a virgin and still figuring out if I liked boys.
"I guess," I answered with zero enthusiasm.
"Shea?"
"What?"
"You
do
have a boyfriend, don't you?"
"Uh, no, not right now."
She got up from the couch and settled on the love seat right next to me.
"I may be older than you, but I wasn't born yesterday. When pretty girls go to college, it's normal and healthy to date and sleep with guys. You have a gorgeous body. It would be a shame not to share it." Then she looked into my eyes and said, "you should even experiment a little. I slept with a few guys in college, but I also had a brief, intense relationship with another woman."
I could not believe my ears. What should I say?
"It's okay, dearie," she whispered as she ran a finger lightly along my arm, "your secret is safe with me."
"What secret is that?"
"That you're a virgin and unsure about boys."
"How would you know that?"
"How do I know you're a virgin? You can usually tell by the way a girl walks. And, I figured you're unsure about boys because you never mentioned guys in our little talks."
Brandy had me pegged, and I had to change the subject.
"Um, my parents said you got divorced. I am so sorry."
"Oh, it's nothing to be sorry about; I got a Porsche and my freedom, and Joe got what he wanted: a twenty-two-year-old dental hygienist with big tits." As she said this, I swear she took another glance down my shirt. It was more than I could handle. I stood up, made some excuse that I needed to go, and left.
I was puzzled the following two days as my thoughts kept turning to Brandy. Was she coming on to me? Was I flattered? To make matters worse, my parents left Saturday morning for a weekend in the mountains with a group of friends. They left me home, where I was climbing the walls. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Dressing in a hot pink tube top, short shorts, and high-top sneakers, I paid a call to Brandy. I knocked on the door, but nobody answered. Her shiny red Porsche was in the driveway, so I walked around the house into the backyard.
What I saw shocked me. Brandy was laid out on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in a skimpy bikini bottom and nothing else. I turned to go, but she heard me and lifted her head.
"Shea, what a surprise. Come sit down; I'll get you another lounge chair." She put on a towel, but not before I got a glimpse of her small but lovely tits. After that, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"You look so cute in that outfit," she grinned. "Why don't you take off your sneakers and stay awhile?"
I took off my high-tops. Then she grabbed some suntan oil and sat down next to me.
"You have the most beautiful hair," she said as she ran her fingers through my long blonde hair.
"I love this top on you," she noted as she tugged on the garment. "Would you mind if I spread some lotion on your shoulders?"
I was getting goosebumps. She squeezed some lotion into the palm of her hand. I closed my eyes as she rubbed the cream into my skin; her hands worked like magic. I knew that this was precisely what I wanted. When she stopped, I opened my eyes to see her smiling, her pert little tits standing at attention only inches away from me. Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.
I was not prepared for that.
"You are a beautiful young woman Shea, and I'm finding you almost impossible to resist. Do your parents know you're here?"
"Um, they went to the mountains; they won't be back until late Sunday morning."
"Well, that's timely," she purred and ran her fingers up and down my legs. My motor was starting to run. Next, she rubbed some lotion onto my thighs. She could tell I was enjoying it. When she was through, she kissed me on the back of my neck, and an involuntary moan escaped from my lips.
Brandy then lifted a hand to my chin, turned my head ever so slightly, leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips. I thought I would melt.
I wanted more, and she knew it. She moved in again, and this time the kiss was more passionate. I could feel her tongue pressing against my lips, and I moaned into her mouth. Then I reached up, pulled her towel off, and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was Brandy's turn to sigh.
We kissed for a few minutes, and she stuck her tongue in my mouth. It was so hot. No guy had ever turned me on this way.
She stopped to hold my face in her hands.
"Shea, you know you can get a much nicer tan if you took off your tube top."
I didn't need an instruction manual, and I raised my hands to allow her to remove my top. She took a moment to admire my breasts before she leaned forward to lick and suck an aching nipple.
"Umm..."
She released my tit to look at me with those soft, hypnotic eyes, "Mmm, you like that, don't you?"
"Yeah," I managed to squeak out. I could hardly speak.
She smiled and moved in for my other tit, begging for attention. After sucking it, she seductively ran her wet tongue up my neck and bit my earlobe.
"Oh, Brandy," I whimpered. I was panting by now. Then, finally, she opened her mouth and sucked on one breast so hard I thought I would explode.
"Ahh..." I was in seventh heaven. Then she straightened up and said to me, "Baby, you are so hot. Suck my nipples, please; it's been so long. " She arched her back and offered me her breasts. I lowered my mouth to her small pert tits.
"Ohhh," she purred and stroked my hair as I moaned into her breast. It was almost perfect, but I needed more, and I started to rock my hips against her.
"You want something else, sugar?" She whispered in my ear. "Let's take those pants off and see if I can't help you out."
I had to force myself to stop licking her luscious tits. Brandy got up, reached for my pants snap, and undid the zipper. I couldn't believe we were doing this and in her backyard, no less.
She tugged off my shorts, got back onto the chaise lounge, and positioned herself between me and the back of the lounge. I sat between her legs. I was only wearing my panties. I turned my head, and we tongue kissed, hungering for each other's mouth. She squeezed a tit with one hand and rubbed my sweltering pussy through my panties with her other hand.
I
Was
So
Fucking
Hot.
She rubbed me up and down and in circles. My panties were starting to get wet. Finally, she removed her hand, but only to lick her fingers, and then she plunged her hand down the front of my panties and stuck a finger into my waiting hot hole.
"Omigosh," I thrust my hips out and pleaded with her to go deeper.
"You like that little college girl. Do you see what you are missing? You could do this with your roommate. Doesn't it feel incredible when I move my finger inside your hot little cunt?"
"Uha."
She pulled her finger out, and I let out a little yelp; I'd never made that sound before.
"Do you want more?" She wanted me to beg for it.
"Uh, yes," I whimpered. "Don't stop, don't stop."
She grinned devilishly, sucked her fingers into her mouth, and moaned. Then she slid her hand back into my panties and stuck two fingers inside of me.