Pam stood in the center of her room, wearing just her panties, trying to decide which sweater to wear. She heard the bathroom door open and figured it was Ethan. She felt someone watching her and looked up to see him go past her open door. She smiled to herself, and felt good about being seen.
"Ethan?" Pam called out, and pulled the sweater over her t-shirt.
She heard no answer and began down the stairs, pulling up the zipper on her jeans. She got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up as Ethan came around the corner and they startled each other.
"Did you get any-" She stopped abruptly when she saw somebody sitting in the living room she didn't recognize. "Did you get any milk?"
"Yeah, I did." He noticed she was glancing at the person sitting in the living room. "This is Brad. Brad, this is my sister, Pam," he said.
"Hi."
"Hi," she said. "I have to go over to Kevin's for a minute. I'll be right back."
She went out the door and could feel Brad's eyes following her.
Kevin was at work, but his mom was home. She let Pam in to pick up her sweater, which she had left the other night when she took it off so Kevin could squeeze her tits. His mom invited her to stay for tea and watch soap operas, but Pam declined. She didn't tell her that she hated tea, and soap operas.
When she got home, she found Ethan and Brad in the kitchen, eating. She heard Brad say something about getting laid before he realized she was there. They both smiled to her, politely, although Ethan's was more of a sly grin.
"Go ahead. Ask her," Ethan said.
"Shut up."
"Ask her."
"Ask me what?" Pam said.
"How does it feel getting it up the ass?" Brad said.
Pam blushed. "Good. Why do you want to know?"
"I just wondered if you like doing it that way."
"I do. I'll do it any way, if it feels good."
"He won't say it, but he wants to get it on with you," Ethan said.
"You do? Do you want to give it to me up my ass?" Pam said.
"Fuck yeah. How does a guy who wants to get it on with you go about asking you?"
"That depends," she said, moving next to him. "First of all, I have to wanna get it on with the guy. In your case, I'm not sure, yet."
"Ok," he said, leaning against the counter. "Say you have decided that you do want to get it on with me. What would I have to do next?"
"There are a few ways, I guess. One would be to take me to a very nice restaurant for a fine meal, with beautiful roses for me, then romance me with wine and fascinating conversation."
"What's another way?"
"He could take my hand and press his lips to mine," she said, taking his hand. Her voice dropped to a whisper as his lips came down to hers. "And put his hand up my shirt."
His hand slipped under her sweater and t-shirt and closed around her bare breast. She was glad she hadn't worn a bra. Her hand went down the front of his pants and over his growing erection, and they stood that way, kissing. When they stopped, neither of them noticed that Ethan was no longer with them. Pam took him upstairs to her room.
"Do you always leave the door open when you get dressed?" Brad said, as he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Not always. Was that you who saw me?"
"Sorry if I embarrassed you," he said.
"I don't mind," she said. She pulled off her sweater and sat on the bed to remove her shoes. "Lay down."
He lay naked on the bed and she checked out his physique. He must have been a hockey player on Ethan's team, because their bodies looked much the same. He had a good cock, too, long and lean.
"Have you ever been fucked before?" she said.
"Of course."
She turned around so she could see her ass when she pushed down her jeans. His eyes followed her hands over her ass and down her legs.
Pam looked back over her shoulder. "Who?"
"Brenda, when we were going out."
"Brenda Todd? You fucked her?" She turned around again so he could see her tits when she pulled off her t-shirt. "How many times?"
"About once or twice a week, or so. How many times have you been fucked?"
Pam let her panties fall to the floor and climbed on the bed beside him.
"I lost count a long time ago."
On her hands and knees, she hovered over his waist and let the tip of his cock brush her tits, especially her nipples. Her hair fell over her shoulders and covered her like a screen. She closed her lips around the end of his cock.
"Goddamn that feels good," he said.
She bobbed her head slowly, taking most of him into her mouth, and let her tongue slide along his shaft.
"Do you still want to fuck me?" she said.
"Shit yeah. Don't stop."
She took the head of his cock into her mouth again and let it slide to the back of her throat. His size made her hungry to swallow it and let him push it down her throat, but she wanted to taste his cum in her mouth. She bobbed her head, fucking him with her mouth. It didn't take long for his hips to rise off the bed. There was a pause before his cum washed over her tongue. His squirts shot out fast and thick.
None of it dribbled out, but she had a mouthful of cum and half his cock between her jaws. It was kind of funny. She didn't want to laugh and spit it all out. Slowly, she pulled his cock out, keeping her lips tightly closed so that none of his liquid dripped out. She let him see her full cheeks, that she had a mouthful, and let him watch while she swallowed all of it.
"Do you get practice swallowing cum?" he said.
Pam licked her lips. "A lot."
She crawled up the bed and laid on top of him. His hands met her breasts and his dick was pressed between them.
"When was the last time you were fucked?" she said.
"A long time ago, really."
"How long ago?"
"About a month. What about you?"
"Last night," she said with a shrug.
