"Hey, eye's up fella. This is Kelly, my friend from college, the one I told you about."
I couldn't help but wonder just how much she HAD told him about me. Hmmmmmm, was Brenda going to share? THAT idea was quickly put to rest as while he was carrying my luggage into the house, Brenda grabbed me by the arm and whispered in my ear.
"Now Kelly, before you get any ideas, he's off-limits, OK?" she said in a tone more serious than I would have expected. I looked at her with a "Who, me?" expression but she wasn't buying it for a second.
"Oh right, don't give me that little miss innocent look, I know you girl!" she said in a more playful manner. Still, she looked more like a mother lion protecting her cub for a brief moment. Something told me that I had better steer well clear of Gary!
Her parents were already in the house. It had been years since I'd last seen them but they hadn't changed a bit - Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver personified. Someone else was there as well - her older brother David. My pussy immediately tingled as he gave me the once over. He was here alone and I'd already been thinking all week about the possibilities. From the way he was looking at me, I was willing to bet he had the same thoughts. Hmmmmmm, this could get interesting... VERY interesting!
After that we went over to the big house where I was introduced to the groom's family. Wayne and Sylvia seemed really nice and from the looks of the place, Wayne wasn't doing too badly financially either. They had bought the property over twenty years ago and loved there ever since. I could only imagine what it was worth now but I wasn't about to ask how much that would be. Later Brenda confided in me that they had been offered over five million for the place a few years back and turned it down.
Back at her smaller house, Brenda showed me her bedroom where I would be staying as well. OMG, it was beautiful! It was in front of the building so it overlooked the ocean and beach. It was the most spectacular view I could have imagined for someone to have from their bedroom window.
As it was getting late and we had already said good night to everyone, Brenda shut the door behind us. We both stood there for a moment, just looking at each other and then as if on cue, we each reached out and held each other tightly. God I had missed her so! We kissed and I was taken back to that first day at her house when she kissed me. I remember how shocked I had been but then how wonderful it was after that.
"Mmmmmmm, I've been wanting to do that since we met at the airport," she said in a husky voice after we finally broke apart. "What do you say we get ready for bed?"
I nodded, almost afraid to try to say anything, not trusting my voice I felt so emotional. We both undressed silently and when she had stripped, I thought at first she had an all-over tan but then I realized it was just that what tan lines she did have were so small that her bikini must have been barely covering anything. Her figure was better than ever and I loved the way her ass was all tanned - her thong must have been non-existent in the back! She pulled back the covers and sat down on the bed nude.
"You know, you're the one that got me started sleeping nude," she said conversationally, "God, remember how shocked I was when you stripped that first night at school as if there was nothing to it?"
I started sleeping nude back when I was twelve. At the time, it was mostly a young girl trying to mimic her mom but as I got older, I found it to be just more comfortable. There was never any sexual reason for sleeping nude, although of course there were those times when it WAS sexual but I wasn't looking to sleep those times either so they really didn't count.
When I got to college, I found that each year my roomie reacted differently. Some, like Brenda, were a little surprised but adapted to it. At the other end of the spectrum was the one who totally freaked and threatened to turn me in for being indecent if I didn't wear at least something to bed. It wasn't like I ran around the room naked at night, just when I was in bed. It was the same when I was home. Usually I would take off the shirt or t-shirt I was wearing just before getting into bed and then when I got up, I usually headed for the bathroom first so I didn't worry about anything then, but after that I would slip something over me.
"Whoa, where did THOSE come from?" she gasped, a little overdramatic.
Brenda was looking at my boobs and I remembered that it had been a while since she'd seen me nude. I was a solid C cup these days after spending my college years pretty much a size smaller - to be generous. They were still nothing compared to hers but at least I wasn't embarrassed to be next to her now.
I sat down next to her and felt her warm nude hips and legs against mine. I wanted her so bad yet at the same time, I wanted to savor this moment. It been a while since we'd been together like this and then there was the added element of her being my first girl. It was almost like it would have been if I was with Steve again, my first guy. I could smell her perfume and wanted to lick her and taste her - everywhere. In the fading light she looked so beautiful, the outline of her breasts rising and then falling as her breathing seemed to get heavier.
After what seemed like ages I reached for her, putting my arms around her shoulders and pulling her naked body in tightly against me. She responded by wrapping her arms around my waist, hugging me just as tightly. We fall back onto the bed, embracing one another like two lovers reuniting after a long separation which in many ways was exactly what we were. One thing to be clear, in all our years together I had never considered us lovers, just very close friends. Still, the way we had sex at times it was almost as if we WERE two lovers.
We worked our way onto the bed as we kissed each other, neither of us even trying to speak but letting our mouths and hands do the "talking". There was nothing we had to say, we both knew what we wanted and we knew each other well enough to know what the other wanted as well. Our legs intertwined and I felt hers push in between my thighs, pressing against my pussy. I did the same, driving my leg upward and into her crotch until I felt the warmth of her bare pussy against me. Needless to say based on the tan lines, she shaved totally which was new for me. Back in school she liked to keep a trimmed growth of red pubic hair. Brenda was the only "true" redhead I have ever known.
"Ohhhhhh, she moaned as I pressed my leg against her pussy harder, putting pressure on her clit. If hers was feeling anything like mine at the moment, I understood totally why she was moaning! It was like we were synchronized, each of is doing the same to the other.
As we kissed and our tongues played, our hands ran up and down the other's bare back. God she felt so warm and smooth! Our boobs pressed tightly together as my hand moved to her ass while hers did the same with mine. I squeezed her butt and marveled at how soft yet firm it felt in my hand. I reached lower, letting my fingers trace along her outer thigh and then slowly worked my way in closer until my hand was working its way between my leg and her crotch. I loosened the pressure of my own leg against her so her hand could fit in better and she did the same for me.
"Ohhhhhh Brenda," it was my turn to sigh as I felt her hand slip into my crotch.
She didn't hesitate, pushing straight to my clit where her finger pressed against it. I jumped a little as my clit had ignited like a match that had just been struck and was flaring. Shortly after, I found hers, already swollen and hard from anticipation. At first that was all we did, rub each other's clit and kiss. I loved kissing Brenda and we could have done that all night so far as I was concerned. Then again, there were other things on Brenda to kiss besides her mouth!
My finger moved from her clit down between her already wet pussy lips until I reached her tight little pussy hole. Pressing my finger against it, it slid in easily and I felt Brenda tense up as I pushed it in about half way. She gasped as I twirled it around, rubbing my fingertip in circles around the outer portion of her pussy where I knew it felt so good to be touched.
Guys see to think that the deeper they go into a girl, the better it is for them. I like a man's DICK to be deep in me but that's more an emotional satisfaction than a physical one. What makes me feel good is when I am touched closer to the opening of my pussy. A man sliding in and out of me is stimulating that area like the bow of a violin as it passes over the strings. The only difference the length of the bow really makes is how long a note can be drawn out for before having to reverse directions.
