Chapter 7
Mom got home shortly after we were presentable again. Sarah and I decided to go shopping at the mall, and we agreed to hang out for a girl's night when we got back. The mall was crazy busy, full of teenagers bouncing around in their energetic gaggles of friends.
"Hey, let's stop in at La Perla," Sarah suggested, tugging on my hand. "I need some new duds."
I followed her into our favorite lingerie store. "What for? It's not like you've got a guy to model it off to."
She shrugged. "You never know who might come along. Guys are supposed to keep a clean pair of underwear in their glove box, in case they're ever in a car accident. Girls are supposed to keep a new set of lingerie."
"In case we're in a car accident?" I frowned, not quite following.
Sarah grinned. "In case we accidentally find a guy to screw."
I laughed.
While Sarah headed for what I considered the naughtier side of the store, I browsed around for some no-frills underwear. I'm not against lacy stuff, but I had enough already, and what I really needed was some everyday-wear. There was a sale going on, so I picked up matching bras too. With an armful of stuff to try on, I went to find a changing room. Sarah caught sight of me and rushed over with a bundle of lace over her arm.
She frowned at my selections. "Girl, you need a healthy dose of feminine lace."
We found a large changing room available that had three mirrors at angles, so that you could really see what you were wearing. I glanced at her over my shoulder and made a face. "Sarah, I don't think
feminine
is my problem at the moment."
She laughed and set down her items, picking through them while I stripped. "What, are you thinking you need to pick up some jeans and flannel shirts?"
I slapped her ass, making her yelp and giggle.
I tried on the first set of lingerie, a simple light blue satin number, then the black set, which had a fringe of lace at the top of the bra and panties. I was stripping out of them when I caught a glimpse of Sarah, and it took my breath away. She was modeling a pure white lacy set in the mirror, demi-cup bra, barely-there panties, sheer stockings and a garter belt. The lingerie practically glowed against her smooth golden skin. Her dark hair was in a loose braid, trailing down her spine, revealing her lovely shoulders and smoothly muscled back. My gaze fell to her ass, so tight and round in the white panties that all but vanished in the crack of her ass, barely covering her womanhood.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had stepped close behind her. Her arms went up behind her head, fingers laced together at the back of her neck as she twisted her body to and fro, modeling in the mirror. Watching her made my mouth water and things low in my body got tight. My hands found her hips and she met my gaze, smiling. Sliding my hands up her sides, I stepped into her. My cock nestled into the warm crack of her ass. I hadn't even felt it come out.
"Naughty little girl, aren't you?" she teased.
I kissed her shoulder while smoothing my hands around to her stomach. Sarah closed her eyes and moved her hand to the back of my head, holding me against her, while her other hand found one of mine and pushed it lower. When I felt the trim of her panties on my fingertips, I slipped them under the fabric, delighting in the small patch of soft curls above her sex.
She sighed and said breathily, "Need to cop a quick feel, baby?"
"I have something else in mind," I breathed and pushed two fingers into her wet folds, making her groan.
I slid my other hand up her body to cup her bra-clad breasts. The cups were so low that I easily found her stiff nipple, tweaking it between thumb and finger.
"God, that feels good," Sarah moaned, her hand still over mine between her legs. She pushed, guided my fingers inside of her.
I nipped her ear. "I want you."
She giggled softly. "All yours, lover."
Hearing her call me her lover sent a shock rippling through my body. It released something inside of me, something I'd never known was there.
Fingering her boiling cunt, I shoved her panties down one hip, then the other, finally catching it with my foot and pushing it to the floor. When Sarah stepped out of them, I spread her legs and rubbed the end of my cock against her folds.
"God, yes," she sighed.
I pushed into her tight sheath, worked my way in after several thrusts. She was panting hard before I even bottomed out, but when I did, I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against my nakedness.
"Ohhhh, you feel so good," she moaned.
I thrust slowly in and out of her.
Sarah turned her head to kiss my jaw. "So fucking hard."
"I love the way you feel," I told her.
"You too, baby."
I was thrusting harder now, lost in the feel of her tight clinging cunt, squeezing my shaft. She was so hot and wet that I moved in and out with ease. Sarah dug her nails into the back of my neck.
"Close," she gasped.
I slid my hand down her body and caressed her clit. "Come for me."
The effect was immediate.
"Uhhn!"
Sarah came on my cock, bathing my aching length with girl cum. I pounded into her, fighting to maintain a rhythm. Her wonderful pussy sucked and pulled on my thick dong.
"You gonna come?" she whimpered.
I groaned an affirmative.
Sarah pushed against my hips and withdrew her body from mine, turning around and falling to her knees.
"Then let's not make a mess," she said breathily.
Grabbing my cock with both hands, she closed her lips over the drooling head of my dick and jacked me off furiously. She got only a few strokes in before I poured my cream into her eager mouth. Sarah moaned with delight. I watched her throat work furiously to swallow my load, shaft pulsing outside her lips with every blast of thick cum. It seemed to take forever for my climax to subside. When she had sucked the last drop out of me, Sarah gazed into my eyes and slowly took me from her mouth, only to hold me against my stomach and lick a long line up my shaft with her tongue.
"God, Sarah," I moaned, legs shaking.
She smiled at me and licked her lips. When she leaned back, her gaze fell to my cock, where she paused to study it. "Interesting. You're not cut."
"Huh?" I blinked through an orgasmic haze.
"Well, you don't have any foreskin, but you aren't circumcised either," she said, running her fingers around my shaft just beneath the head. "Normally when a guy is circumcised, you can see the scar tissue, but you don't have that."
"Is that weird?" I asked.
She stood up and smiled, giving my flagging cock a squeeze. "Yeah, kind of, but it's also beautiful."
I smiled back and she kissed me sweetly. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue. I had to draw away before I got hard again.
Sarah laughed. "Afraid you'll want more?"
I rolled my eyes and turned around to pick up another set of lingerie. "To say the least. I can't seem to get enough of you."
She laughed again.
Chapter 8
We finished trying on our lingerie. When we went to the counter to make our purchases, we saw two of our friends there, Paula and Violet. We'd met them in junior high and had been good friends ever since then. Paula was built like me, tall and lean with dark hair, but her skin was ruddy brown, thanks to her Native American father. Violet was more like Marilyn Monroe, absolutely stacked, wide hips, soft body, milky white skin, bright red hair and a perfect hourglass figure. Her eyes were a pale shade of violet, more intense in color if the light hit them right, hence the nickname.
Both of them were quite pretty, but I found my gaze lingering on Violet. The only woman I had any sexual experience with was Sarah. Don't get me wrong, Sarah is beautiful, her body so tight and lean, but I wondered what Violet would feel like beneath me, so soft and full...and if her pussy was a tight as Sarah's.
I swallowed at the tight feeling growing in my belly, praying that my cock didn't take that moment to pop out and say hello.
"Hey guys!" Paula said cheerily.
