Her next maneuver, was to pull her bra straps through her sleeves and remove the bothersome undergarment. “Ooooh! That feels sooo much better!”, she whispered, leaning closer and kissing my cheek. Her blouse was still unbuttoned and I could see nearly all of her left breast. It was cool in the basement and her nipple seemed to be growing, as I watched. Her breasts were small, but they complimented her tall and slender figure.
As I stared at her protruding nipple, I realized Cindy was watching the expression on my face. Cindy was deliberately exposing her breast, but why?. She began to explain, “I’ve really been down in the dumps since the funeral. I just want to get my mind on something else for a while. Do you like what you see?”. My mind was racing ahead. Without really thinking, I reached out and touched the object of my attention. As soon as I saw my hand and felt the softness of her skin, I pulled back, feeling certain that I’d gone way too far. Ashamed, more of what I was lusting for than what I had done, I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
Cindy’s reaction surprised me. “You don’t need to apologize, that’s why I left my blouse open.” She went on to say that I’d always been a good friend to her and that’s why she wanted me to be with her. I allowed her words to sink in and realized that I had a rock-hard erection. If I stood up, the bulge in my pants would be obvious. The table lamp might as well have been a spotlight on my lap. Would she notice?
“It looks like you have a hard problem now”, she giggled. Although I’d imagined being in a situation like this, I didn’t expect it to be with Cindy. Thinking about what might happen next only increased the hardness between my legs. I tried to relax and think of something else, but now my erection was almost painful. Cindy made her intentions crystal clear, when she said, “I want you to jump my bones and f%*k my brains out.”
Tears came to her eyes and she began telling me how much she missed her brother. As I reached my arms out to give her a hug, she opened her blouse so that her fully exposed breasts were pressed against my chest. I held her and tried to comfort her. I felt strangely at ease, even With her bosom in full view. I kissed her cheek and she responded with a lingering kiss on my lips. “Hold that thought.”, she whispered, “I want to freshen up a little.” She headed for the bathroom, leaving me to anticipate what might happen next. I heard her pee, then flush. She took a quick shower and returned, wearing only her blouse, which was fully buttoned again. It was just long enough to cover her pubic hair.
“Promise me you won’t leave me all dressed up, with nowhere to go.”, she insisted. When I asked what she meant, she explained she didn’t want me to get her all worked up, hot and bothered, then not have intercourse. I told her my only worry was that I might shoot my load too quickly and it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. I wanted her to let me know what felt good. I asked if she’d like to start by undressing each other.
I began unbuttoning her blouse and she started on my shirt. Each time she removed something from me, I unfastened the next button. We stood up and faced each other. I opened the front of her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Cindy knelt in front of me and pulled my briefs down. I stepped out of them and she started kissing my penis. I had to stop her so she wouldn’t get cum splattered on her face and hair. She stood up and kissed me, pulling my head toward her and holding our lips together.
Cindy stepped back and slowly sat down on the couch, pulling me directly over her body. After running her tongue around my mouth and lips, she gently directed me to her nipples. I licked her tits and suckled her until she reached for my genitals. Her soft hands and long fingers started to gently play with my testicles. “Eat me out, PLEASE”, she begged, “You know, use your mouth on it.” “I am using my mouth”, I said, a bit confused. “Not on my breasts, between my legs.”
I started kissing her inner thighs a little above her knees. I alternated side to side and moved ever closer to that mysterious area I had yet to explore. She reached down and parted the sides. In my head I was trying to think of all the anatomical names, to keep myself from hosing down the couch with my sperm. Cunnilingus, I remembered from the Masters & Johnson book. As I recalled the name of each part, I gently stroked it with the tip of my tongue. I started on the labia major, then moved to the labia minor. As soon as I reached her clitoris Cindy began to moan. I asked if I was hurting her, and she reassured me, “Oh My God! No! Not at all. It feels so damned good!”
I was about to witness an intense orgasm. My penis was almost throbbing with pain, from being erect so long. In all the time I’d known Cindy, she always seemed to be modest and reserved. Now, she had her legs spread wide open, and my face was nearly buried in her crotch. Cindy was thoroughly enjoying herself. I could see the opening of her vagina tighten as she had an orgasm. After her second orgasm, she wanted me to let her catch her breath, then she asked if she could suck on me. I was so close to coming that I couldn’t take any more stimulation right then.
She told me to relax a bit and she wanted me to put it in. She was slowly stroking her clit with her fingers, giving me a brief rest. I felt my penis softening, just a little as I positioned myself directly over her. She held herself wide open for me and as I approached her sweet and dripping wet pussy, my erection was back to full strength. It slipped in easily, until I felt her vagina squeeze my organ. It felt just like her fingers were squeezing me and then I slipped out. I immediately drove my dick back into that slippery hole and felt her convulsing in yet another orgasm.
At this point, my instincts took control of my body and I was thrusting in and out while feeling the most exquisite sensations all over my body. Suddenly I felt my semen, pulsating into her. It felt like we had melted together. One final spasm rippled through her and I withdrew, completely exhausted.
She got up and went into the bathroom. After washing between her legs, Cindy put her clothes back on and said it was my turn to come in and wash up. I was a little nervous about washing my private parts in front of her, but realized how absurd it was to be shy, after all we’d just done together.
When I finished washing, Cindy dropped to her knees and said, “Let me check it to be sure you got all the soap off.” She took me in her mouth and tasted every inch of my rod. I thanked her for giving me my first experiences with all of the joys of sex. She said, “It’s hard to believe this was your first time, but I know you’re telling the truth. When I asked how she could be so sure, Cindy smiled and said, “You are the most honest person I know. You were so gentle and careful when you first touched me, and concerned when you thought I was hurting. Besides, Mary told me you were still a virgin.”
I was shocked and angry that Mary shared this very personal information with Cindy. Then, Cindy continued, “Thank you for allowing me to be your first. Tonight was a very special experience for me. ”
I met my first wife shortly after that and haven’t seen Cindy in over 30 years. I know she’s in the High School Alumni Directory, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to contact her. She and Mary haven’t been in touch either, since Mary moved to the West Coast. I sometimes wonder if she still remembers that night as well as I. It was a truly unforgettable experience for me and I think it took her mind away from the loss of her brother.
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