She Was My Friend Before My First

The names have been changed, but the facts remain the same.....

I had first met Joan when I was 10! 5'6", luscious long dark brown hair, a truly beautiful woman with incredible eyes that were sultry, warm and mischievous. She made an immediate impression on me.

She was a biology teacher and she had a daughter who was 1 day younger than me and was a part of a church that I attended.

I had always thought that she was a super beautiful woman and she had this sultry voice that was really quite hypnotic. Over the years, a friendship grew. This friendship was first me looking to and at her as a mentor / source of trustworthy data, particularly in the subject of biology which was compulsory up to 15 years old. She also was able to sing and sounded so sweet. Her voice was one of those that would make your hair stand on end when she hit certain notes.

Joan had been married (father of her daughter), but he was from the middle east and decided that he wanted to return back there. Joan didn't want to go, her family support structure was in the UK and her friends etc were also here and so she opted to stay as it was him who had changed his mind anyway!

When I met her, she was on her second marriage. The husband that I met I had always thought was a bit of an egocentric twit who genuinely believed that he was smarter than he actually was! I was sad for her when that relationship ended, but wasn't surprised as she was way too good for him.

Over the years, especially when there were gatherings, I often chose to go with her as I just really loved hanging out with her.

I remember on one occasion where we were in Eastbourne and there was a very strong wind. She made me walk in front of her as her dress kept getting caught by the wind and was blowing up and she didn't want me to see when that happened. It was kind of annoying, but she was always a lady and so it made sense.

Well, fast forward a few years... I was 18 or 19 and she was in another relationship with a guy that I knew. I thought he was a nice enough chap, but was a bit of a 'the world revolves around me' kind of guy. She was really devoted to him and I believe that she had it in her mind that they would marry and that she would be with him until she lay down in death.

Well, one thing I haven't mentioned is that Joan, by this stage, was in her late 30's. She had gotten to the place where she knew what she wanted and didn't want. She wanted the happily ever after package. not that she was naive in anyway, just that she wanted to feel loved and to love.

Joan was intelligent and witty and also so hot that she couldn't set foot near a glacier and with that 'please let me welcome you inside me' voice, well, it was no surprise that there was a lot of interest in her!

Well, that relationship didn't last. I know both sides of the story, as both were friends of mine and whilst most of the issues, in my opinion, rested with him. For sure, she was not blame free, but it was mostly him. Irrespective, it was a really tough break up for her.

I remember my mum, Joan and I being in mum's kitchen shortly afterwards and she was crying, not sobbing, but crying and I put my arms around her and hugged her. On that occasion, she threw her arms around my waste and pulled me in close. Not in a sexual way (at least not to her), but I remember thinking that her embrace was something special in the way it made me feel.

Well, we continued to hang out from time to time and life just went on. I was busy sharking after a few girls that I had a penchant for, busy at university and also busy just generally planning my life map out.

It was coming up to my 21st birthday and I didn't know that Joan and another friend were arranging a surprise birthday for me. In the lead up, Joan asked me to keep a certain Sunday free as she wanted to go to a concert that she thought I would to go to as well and that we could go together. Well, again, this wasn't unusual. We had gone to conerts together before. The first was Neil Diamond and I remember that the guy who validated our tickets as we went in gave me a knowing wink as Joan and I walked in. I remember thinking that he thought that she and I were together together. Had that been the case, I would have been holding her hand for sure, but we were not making bodily contact and it was all totally innocent!

However, I digress. So Joan asked me to keep that day free. Now as I mentioned, I was chasing some skirt at that stage and whilst I had always had a huge crush and soft spot (and hard spot too) for Joan, I had never even alluded to anything. It would have been extremely disrespectful. So that Sunday date was a little in question as I was trying to hook up with another girl.

As the date was approaching, Joan was starting to put gentle pressure for me to commit to the date. The dates just didn't align with the other girl and, to be honest, it wasnt a big deal to me that they didn't; hanging with Joan would be a lot of guaranteed fun. we really did have a lovely time together. So I decided that I would spend the time with Joan and push Jennifer to another day. After I had committed to that date, I noticed that Joan would make little quips. The first time was when I was dropping her home. She made a quip about a boyfriend and then said that maybe she would ravish me instead. It was all very tongue in cheek, but it definitely caused a question in my mind and a stir in my trousers...

Well, the Sunday arrived and I drove Joan and I down to the place. I dropped her off and went to park the car. When I walked to the door and walked in, there was a lovely group of people who all shouted out surprise! It was a lovely surprise and I realized quickly that Joan had been the architect. I had never had anyone put any real effort towards anything to do with me. The feeling of love, that had always been there for her, increased. It was such a lovely experience.

As the party was winding to a close, I asked another friend of mine if she would also like a lift. In my brain, I would have two of my favourite people in the car on the way back. Joan, however, pulled a face and then quickly went back to being completely normal.

Well, we dropped my other friend home first and then I made my way to Joan's place. She made a quip about my inviting Claudette to join us for the drive back, but there was nothing unpleasant said. When we arrived at Joan's place, I stopped the car and got out and gave her the biggest hug that I had given anyone and kissed her cheek and said how much what she had done meant to me. Joan melted into my embrace and really pressed her whole body into mine and said, "There are many of us who love you."

I should take a brief pause here and just summarize that growing up, I had never really experienced the love of both parents with my mum trying to be mum and dad both for me. My younger sister (very close to me in age) had both parents adore her and because of the small age gap, I grew up thinking that I was the problem and that there was something wrong with me. Precious few people knew that, but Joan was one of them. So when she said that to me at her door, it really meant a lot to me.

It was cold as my birthday is almost at the beginning of December and London at that time of year is not known for being warm! Quite the opposite actually. Well, Joan and I spoke a couple of days later on the phone. During that call, the subject of being lonely came up and Joan outright asked me if I was in love with Claudette. The thought hadn't even occured to me! I openly and honestly said that, "No, I wasn't in love with Claudette." This answer seemed to placate Joan, but I didn't know what she was placated of. I just reiterated how much I enjoyed the surprise birthday party and that I really valued her friendship and that she meant the world to me.

Well, we continued as normal for maybe three weeks. During that time, we still hung out as normal, chatted on the phone as normal but just carried out with our lives as normal. However, Joan increased the frequency and suggestiveness of her comments about ravishing me. And then.....

It was a Saturday night. We had gone to a film and I was dropping her home. She invited me to come in and so I did. She poured me a drink (non alcoholic) and then was fidgeting around. I asked her if she was ok and she said that her shoulders were giving her some grief. I offered to massage them for her. Now, her living room wasn't big, it wasn't small, but there was no dining table or upright chairs, just lounges. This didn't make it easy to massage her shoulder and so she opted to lay on the ground. I kneeled on her left side and started to massage her back and shoulders through her jumper. This jumper was a baby blue wool piece and it was quite slippery making it difficult to really get into the muscles. Without saying a word, Joan lifted herself up and took her jumper off! She lay back down on the floor face down, but she reached behind her and undid her bra saying that I could massage her whole back without her strap being in the way.

Her skin was milky white and it was sooooo very soft. Touching her bare back with my hands, looking at her and hearing the gentle groans that were eminating from her, well, that had awoken my member to the point where i was worried that not only would it be obvious (thank goodness that she was face down) but that I would cream myself. But then, it became even more difficult.

I was swapping sides of where I was kneeling as one knot in particular seemed to be just moving around from side to side! Then Joan said, just straddle my back! She said to, "sit astride my bum and then you won't have to swap sides so much." I said, "ummmm..... ok..." So I straddled this beauty queens behind and as I did, despite my trying, my boner was essentially in between her cheeks. I have no doubt that she would have known, but I hoped that the massage would distract her from her cheeks being separated by me!

Well, I massaged her back, removed all of the knots that I found and then stood up and sat on one of her lounges. Joan stood up saying how good the massage was and then without fastening her bra, came and sat half on my lap and half on the seat next to me. She rested her head on the armrest of the lounge and looked at me with a look that I had never seen from her. It was a mixture of all sorts of emotions, but now, for the first time, there was unabated sexual desire in there. I looked back at the TV and it was some strange Italian gameshow, and then i glanced back at her. As soon as I did, she turned her head from the TV and looked at me with that look again. In my mind, I was thinking, "I think she wants me to kiss her!" Quickly followed by, "There is no way that she wants to kiss me, but she is lying on me with her bra not fastened....."

Well, I turned back to her and she looked at me too. And this time, I thought, "Well, it would be really nice to kiss her and the worst that will happen is that I get a slap!" So, I slowly lowered my face towards hers and guided my lips towards hers and gently kissed her. She kissed me back. I pulled away and then kissed her again, this time a little more strongly and again, she reciprocated. This time, we didn't break the kiss, and both of us moved our tongues into play and they met each other. Well then, it was full on and only stopped when I flicked her bra off of her beautiful breasts and then broke away to kiss her nipples and that elicited some gutteral groans and when I stopped kissing and licking her fabulously responsive boobs, she asked me, "How did you know to do that?" I said, "I just wanted to!" She said, "It was so good, but how did you know to do that? It must just be in you!" I was feeling great and started to kiss her again. We made out like that for so long. It was an amazing time just kissing her, tonguing her, sucking on her nipples, caressing her body all the while

she was stroking me and gently massaging my member! By this stage, we were not on the lounge anymore, we were on the floor and we stopped kissing each other with Joan seated on my lap.

"Did you and Maria {Maria was my first and up to that point, only girlfriend that I had really had. We dated for a few months only}... actually no, it's none of my business."

I said, "No, you can ask me whatever you would like. Are you asking if Maria and I slept together?" Joan nodded. "No, we didn't. We nearly did, but no we didn't!" Joan then said, "I have a sexual ache, it goes from here {pointing to the entrance to her love canal) to here, further up her body presumably to the tip of her cervix."

By this stage, my dick had gotten harder than it had ever been but I was in a place where I needed to think things through and process what had taken place. It was now 05h00, we had been in her front room for at least 4 hours kissing, talking and essentially was the happiest I had ever been. It was so much to take in. Because it was so late, I said that I needed to head home and she said she needed to sleep, but then added, "if I can!," which I assumed was because she was also wanting to relieve her ache and her pussy was fired up as well. But I didn't ask....

Needless to say, when I got back home (I was staying at mum's), I crept in and snuck up to my room unnoticed and just went to sleep straightaway. I woke up quite late in the morning with my mind on fire about what had happened the night before. I went about my day and consciously was trying to keep the grin off of my face.

That evening I was due to have a light dinner at my cousin's along with his wife. I opted not to cancel, but after dinner I would go straight to Joan's place. All the time that I was at my cousin's, my brain was thinking about Joan and what it would be like to lose my virginity to her!

Dinner ended and, after a polite time, I said that I needed to head back to my flat as I had university tomorrow. Well, it was dark (dark comes in around 4:30pm in the UK at that time of the year and would you believe that my car automatically went to Joan's place? This time I parked not in front of her house, but on a side street facing it incase anyone saw it - it was an older car which was quite distinctive and therefore very easy to spot.

My heart was like a machine gun as I walked to her front door and rang the door bell. Joan appeared there with a beautiful smile and invited me in. She said that she was oddly tired from the night before and was going to go to bed early. "Wanna come up?"

My dick was already hard and when I heard those words, it was like a turbo charge for the strength of my erection. I followed her up her stairs and watched the wiggle of her bum and was imagining what was going to happen next.....

When we got to her room, she pointed to the left side of the bed and said, "That's my side." I looked at her and she came over and kissed me again and we were immediately in unabated passion. I broke it off and made my way to her bathroom and came back just wearing my underwear and got into her bed. She had also left the room and appeared in a t-shirt only. I could almost see her mound, but not quite. She got into bed next to me and we were kissing again immediately. This time, however, it was even better as her legs were running up and down mine and I could feel her skin on my skin. Her breathing was heavier but her breaths were shorter. Her green eyes had their pupils dilated heavily and lust had taken over her. I had decided in my mind that I was super happy to be giving my virginity to Joan. I fully believed that she was equally excited to not only being in a position to address her own ache but to be taking my virginity at the same time with the bonus that she had not been with a virgin beforehand!

I started to lift her t-shirt in an attempt to remove it. "You want that off?" she said in a voice that was low, deliberate, husky and filled with sexual tension. She had long stopped being 22 years older than me, and was just this crazy beautiful woman naked and kissing an inexperienced 21 year guy!

Suddenly, Joan broke away from the kissing and said that we shouldn't do anything more as she should go and get a coil because my, "first time should be super special as it is a memory that lasts a lifetime." I replied, "It is special because it is you..." That comment was literally how my heart responded to her, it wasn't contrived or just a clever line. I truly meant it. It melted her!

Well, her hands and mouth were all over me and my hands and mouth were all over her too. Her mound was so hot and wet and her response to my touch was electric and such a turn on to me. As my finger slid over the top of her clit, her body arched and as I slid it into to her, she moaned with pure desire. I was kissing her breats and was gently sucking her nipple, then I moved to her other boob (so there would be no favouritism!) and did the same. Joan was clearly enjoying and savouring the attention as her moans were increasing in feeling and volume. Her hands were all over me! One was caressing my chest and thr other hand was stroking my almost painfully erect manhood.

Whilst she was moaning, she reached over and pulled out a condom from her drawer, opened it and placed it in one move on my member. As soon as it was on, I rolled over and positioned myself in between her legs. So many thoughts were flying through my mind, "This is it, I am about to feel what I have on thought of," "I can't believe that I am going to be inside Joan who I have loved as a friend for so long, this woman who in my mind was an 11/10 in beauty AND was such a lovely person as well." As I was thinking, Joan gently took me in her hand and guided me to her hot entrance. I waited there for a few seconds as I looked at that beautiful face. Her eyes were wide and expectant. Her face was flushed and her mouth was waiting to be kissed. I was in a mixture of wanting to start and also wanting to slow time down and savour the moment.

I didn't wait too long and i gently pushed myself in. As I did, and I can hear it in my head as I write this, Joan emitted a groan that was gutteral, animal, full of wanton desire, like her itch was finally being scratched and all the while like she was loving being my first and was liking my cock filling her up. Her moans were like a pressure valve being released and repressurised simultaneously.

I started to move gently back and forth, feeling her tight pussy around my member. She was so wet and the sensation of her slippery tight tunnel being traversed by my rock hard dick was beyond anything I had experienced. It was amazing to be wanted by this amazing woman and to be completely inside her. I relaxed and put all of my weight on her incredible body. I felt her beautiful breasts against my chest and I was kissing her feverishly as I was rocking and moving inside and out of her.

After a few moments she started making some different groans which built up in volume and pitch and ended with a long, "aaaaahhhhhh!" and I realized that I had made her climax. It was a super satisfying feeling to know that I had given her pleasure and that just made me even more horny!

After what both seemed like an age and a fleeting moment at the same time, I could feel the pressure building, and so I started to slow down. Joan sensed this. Remember, she had known me for over 10 years before this moment and knew what I was like. She just encouraged me, "Go on baby, cum whenever you are ready." Well, that turned me on even more and I was kissing her again and then I broke away from her mouth as I lifted my weight on my arms. I couldn't stop my moaning and apparently neither could Joan as the groans both built up into a crescendo as I exploded inside her. It was like my cock couldn't stop pulsating as my virginal status was firmly stamping that it was no longer there. Then Joan said, "I could feel it when you came! It was amazing."