"Geez, Marie, you are such an innocent. I can't believe that anyone who can reach the age of eighteen can still be as innocent as you."
"You don't know what you're talking about," I said huffily. "I know all about the birds and the bees, thank you very much."
I did, too, in theory. It just wasn't something that I saw as applying to me at this stage of my life. I felt no urgent need to rush out and find a man to offer my all to. I didn't even feel a need to wander around and see what was available for sampling. I just wasn't interested.
"It's fine knowing about the birds and the bees," scoffed Belinda. "The trouble is you don't know anything about men and women. I know damn well that Paul made a pass at you and it went sailing past without you even noticing. Quite squashed his ego for a good five minutes."
"Oh, Paul," I said dismissively. "He's always full of himself. I tend to go into selective deafness mode whenever he's around."
"So he noticed," said Belinda with a giggle. "He pitched one of his best lines at you and you didn't even blink."
I simply shrugged. What else could I do?
"What you need to do is watch a boy and a girl getting it on so you know a bit more," Belinda stated with surprising decisiveness.
"I'm not watching porn." A flat refusal was the best way to head Belinda off, otherwise she'd arrange a porn night or something horrendous, just to try to make a point.
"Huh, you've probably already seen some on the internet and got an unreal expectation of what sex is about. No, I've something else in mind."
She was partly right. I'd seen some porn on TV and had decided that that sort of nonsense wasn't for me. As for unrealistic expectations, we had a plumber out just the other week. He was fat, fifty, filthy, and smelled. He did not leap on me with wild cries and try to ravish me. He did go burrowing into the sewers and get even more filthy and smelly.
"And what might that be?" I asked suspiciously.
"You still staying over at my place Friday night?"
I nodded cautiously. We'd arranged this weeks ago. Her parents would be away and we were going to have a girls' night in.
"You know how there's a common en suite to the room you use and my bedroom?"
I nodded, wondering where she was going with this.
"Well, as you probably also know I have something going with Andy."
That didn't even rate a nod. She'd raved about him often enough. How strong he was, what a big dong he had, how skilled he was in using it, so on ad nauseum.
"I've let him know that my parents are going to be away on Friday night and that he's welcome to visit. He'll come running over, believing me to be alone, and drag me into my bedroom where he'll proceed to fuck me just as hard as he can, and that's quite hard."
"Really. Are you saying you don't want me to come over, after all?"
"No. I'm saying that you'll be in the en suite getting a voyeur's view of the proceedings. Andy won't know you're there and will do his uninhibited best. I'll know and I'll make sure you get a good view."
I couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't be serious.
"Even if I was stupid enough to agree why would I spend the night at your place just to watch you getting it on for ten minutes and then having to spend the rest of the night alone?"
"It'd better be a damn sight longer than ten minutes," Belinda said. "Anyway, after Andy winds down you can go back to your room and then come charging down the hall and bang on my door. Andy will grab his gear and shoot into the en suite and sneak out via your room while you're in mine. He won't mind leaving as he'll already have been laid. Then we can have our girls' night."
Damned if I know how she did it but Belinda actually talked me into going along with her little scheme. Friday night found me at Belinda's place, me feeling somewhat nervous and her wearing what I can only describe as rape-me clothes.
I looked her over soon as I arrived and asked her what the hell she thought she was wearing?
"An inducement to Andy," she said with a giggle. "As soon as he sees me in these things he's going to want to rip them off. I'll probably get him to do just that. They're headed for the ragbag anyway, and ripping them off me will make him feel all masculine and dominating."
I just rolled my eyes and told her she was in cloud cuckoo land. We watched some TV for a while and all too soon Andy's car rolled up. Too soon for me, that is; Belinda was all toey and fretting, wondering why he wasn't here yet.
Now that he was here she hurried me off to my room and from there I sneaked into the en suite, leaving the door open a little bit. Seeing it was dark and I hadn't turned the lights on the well-lit bedroom would prevent Andy seeing me.
It seemed to me that the time between the front door opening and the bedroom door opening could have been measured in microseconds. Andy came bursting into the room, dragging Belinda with him. Not that she was struggling. Laughing too much to put up any sort of fight. He spun her into the middle of the room and for a moment he just looked at her.
"What a rag," he said softly (and accurately), grabbing hold of the dress where there were a couple of noticeable weak spots. Holding the dress by those spots he gave a tremendous heave, probably intending to rip the dress in half. He badly overestimated the strength of the dress. He was left standing there with a scrap of material in each hand, having ripped a couple of small pieces off the dress.
Belinda was all giggles and Andy was giving the dress a nasty look. This time he placed his hands carefully and just pulled slowly, ripping the dress in half. The shreds of dress were allowed to fall to the floor and Belinda was standing there in lacy pink lingerie. A matched set, I noticed.
"If you tear these you're replacing them, and they're not cheap," she warned him.
He simply grinned and took them off, being very careful.
He wasn't nearly so careful taking off his own clothes. His jacket and undershirt all came off as one piece, with his trousers and underwear coming off as one. He even took off his shoes as he yanked his trousers over his feet. Time from standing there fully dressed to standing there wearing a pair of socks was about two seconds by my estimate.
Now I'd seen Belinda naked before, in change-rooms and showers, so her figure was no surprise to me. I had all the same equipment plus some extra in certain areas. Andy's naked figure was something else. I'd never seen a live naked man before. I'd seen some with skimpy bathers, but totally nude? Uh-uh. And I must say that he has a certain salient feature that really stood out.
I am rather well read and one of the things I'd read up on since Belinda decided on this crazy plan was male genitalia. Men's erections are supposed to be from six to eight inches on average, and all Belinda's descriptions of Andy's giant dong aside, I'd rate him right in the middle to lower section of the average range. Mind you, if he'd been going to use that thing on me I suspect that it would have seemed a lot bigger.
Belinda was pushed down onto the bed, not that it took much of a push, with Andy plunking himself down next to her. Then they were kissing and touching, Andy's hands all over Belinda, touching her in ways that would cause me to give a man a broken jaw. For her part Belinda's hand had glommed onto Andy's erection, and she was teasing and stroking it.
After playing around for a while Andy spread Belinda's legs wide and knelt between them. Belinda politely helped him by using one hand to spread her lips while guiding him into position. As soon as he was engaged Belinda's hands moved away and I could see Andy's cock just driving into her, totally sinking out of sight with one quick thrust.
I figured that the rest of what was happening would be Andy bouncing on top of Belinda, but that's not what happened. Andy didn't get more than a couple of strokes in when Belinda pulled back a bit too far and Andy popped free. I hastily stifled any giggles I had and continued watching.
"Try it like this," Belinda said, rolling over and getting on her hands and knees.
There was some very urgent scrambling by Andy and then he was kneeling behind her, lining up and driving home. Bethany, however, wasn't finished. A couple more strokes in that position and she pulled free again, turning around to laugh at Andy.
"You seem to be having problems, tonight," she giggled. "Tell you what, you lie down and I'll sit on you."
I don't think Andy gave a damn what position they used as long as he got his cock into action, like right NOW. He flopped on his back, giving Belinda an irritated look, urging to get on with it. For her part she carefully help his cock in an upright position, set herself and then sank down onto Andy, taking her own sweet time to lower herself, despite Andy's noble efforts to hurry her up.
The look on Andy's face when she bounced a couple of times and then bounced off was a sight to see. He was getting angry but what could he do? Nothing if he wanted to get his rocks off.
"I don't know," sighed Belinda. "That just didn't seem right. Why don't you pick a position that you like and stick to it?"
"That's a good idea," I said Andy. "Why don't I? Come here."
While speaking he'd swung around until he was sitting on the side of the bed. His come here was to drag Belinda off the bed until she was standing next to him. Before she caught on to his intentions he'd yanked her across his lap, face down. One hand held her in place and the other came down firmly on her bottom.
"I don't know what you think you're playing at," he told her, spanking away, "but whatever your game it stops now. In a moment I'm going to bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you hard. You are going to cooperate. Understand?"
Belinda's bottom was turning an interesting shade of red and she was squealing and carrying on something chronic. At the same time she was pleading with him to stop and promising to do whatever he wanted if he'd just stop spanking.
He wound up the spanking and swung Belinda back to her feet. He then pointed at the end of the bed and Belinda bent over with great haste, feet wide apart, bottom pushed up, completely exposed and helpless.
Once again I was treated to the doubtful pleasure of watching Andy's cock sink into Belinda, not that she was complaining. His arms went around her and fastened on her breasts and then he got to work, flexing his hips hard as he started pumping.
I'll say this for Andy. Now that Belinda wasn't stuffing him around he got going with a vengeance. He was bouncing her back and forth at a great rate. Have you ever seen those bats with a ball attached? The idea is you hit the ball and it bounces back for you to hit it again and if you're any good you can really notch up some speed with that gadget. That's what I thought of as I watched Andy in action. He'd drive and pull back, only to drive in again, with Belinda's enthusiastic help. It looked as though he was hitting her hard enough to go flying off his cock, only to stop and snap back again, their groins mashing together with a loud slap. It appears that sex can be rather noisy.
Sex can also be boring when you're just watching. Andy appeared to have a lot of stamina and he kept going and going, Belinda cheering him on all the way. I was about ready to sneak back to my bedroom when I noticed a change. I wasn't quite sure what the change was but something was different. Then Belinda gave an ungodly shriek, throwing back her head and yowling like a cat in heat. I guess this was her way of letting Andy know she'd climaxed.
Andy kept going for a bit longer and then he seemed to shudder and groan, his smooth action changing to a jerking motion and then that was that. Belinda collapsed face down on the bed and Andy pulled back, his erection already starting to droop.
That was my cue to slip back through my room and head down to the front door. I banged it and then started strolling back down the hall, calling to Belinda. I banged on her door when I reached it and heard her yell to come in so I did. The room smelt very heavily of eucalyptus; someone had been heavy handed with the air freshener.
