Together, Together

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Judy and I had been best friends since the fourth grade. I was the new kid in school and she was the shy bookworm who knew all the answers and finished all the assignments before anyone else even knew what the assignment was.

We lived two blocks from one another. I’d walk (or ride my bike after I got one) and spend afternoons, weekend days and sometimes evenings at her house. We’d study, talk, laugh or just sit quietly with one another. She’d read a book and I’d toss a baseball up and catch it in my new glove. We didn’t have to say anything or do anything — we were good enough friends to know it was okay not to talk.

I guess we were in junior high before I noticed she was a girl. Well, I knew she was a girl all along but I didn’t take note of the difference between she and I until we were about to enter high school. It seemed like something we should talk about.

“Hey,” I said one afternoon when we were sitting in her room listening to music. “Are you okay with being a girl?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up from the book she’d been reading. “How could I be anything other than what I am?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant does the difference between you and me bother you? Will we still be best friends when all the high school guys are hitting on you for dates and stuff?”

“You’re crazy,” she laughed. “I haven’t exactly been swept off my feet by a posse of prince charmings – or is that princes charming? – in junior high so I don’t know why it would all of a sudden happen in high school.”

“Because you’re really pretty,” I said, stumbling over the words as I tried to tell her how I had felt since I had noticed her femininity. “Maybe the reason all those prince guys aren’t falling all over you now is ’cause they’re like me and they haven’t really noticed how awesome you are.”

Her soft cheeks darkened with a blush and her long lashes fluttered over her cobalt blue eyes. “I have loved you as a friend since fourth grade,” she said, “and now I love you for the wonderful things you say to make me feel good. If I never hear a compliment from another guy this one will be enough for a lifetime.”

From that point on, our relationship changed. We were no longer the gangly, gawky kids who hung around together and watched clouds and talked about what they’d do when they grew up. We still had those kinds of conversations, but we more frequently were content just to be together. I found myself listening to her soft breathing, watching the sun sift through her silky hair and wondering if she knew just how beautiful she was.

Through high school, we remained friends even when activities and personal preferences drew us apart and cast us into groups the other of us didn’t really like. She dated friends in her crowd and I dated girls in mine but I never found anyone who could make time stand still like she did. Our cherished talks and times together grew fewer and fewer, but both of us treasured the times we were able to connect. On one of those days toward the end of our senior year, we had a conversation like our junior high talk that changed us forever.

We were in her room. She was stretched on the bed, reading a book I had given her for her 18th birthday. I was leaning against the headboard, eyes half closed as I listened to music and allowed myself not to think about anything. “Are you going to the prom?” she asked. The question came at me from left field and I didn’t immediately respond. “Well, are you going? It’s not like I really care or anything but I just wondered,” she said, her cheeks burnished and her brow furrowed.

“I’m sorry,” I finally responded. “I was off somewhere and the question kinda caught me by surprise. Besides, if I was going to the prom, don’t you think you’d be the first to know?”

“What do you mean?” she said. “How would I know?”

“Well, if I was going to the prom it would be with you. And I’d have already asked you,” I said. “I’m not crazy about those kinds of things as you well know, and the only way I’d ever go was if I could take the most beautiful senior in school.”

Before I knew it, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. My face was suddenly on fire and it spread rapidly through my inexperienced body. I couldn’t believe that a light touch of her lips on my cheek could make my male organ spring into life and begin growing. I was wrestling with that concept when I realized she was still leaning forward near me, watching my reaction to her kiss. Without thinking twice, I put my arms out and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers in an awkward first kiss. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it would burst out of my chest and I felt her heart beating rapidly too. I felt something else – her round, firm breasts were pushing into my chest, another new feeling I was going to have to figure out. Her breasts were electric when they touched my chest.

She pulled back slightly from our kiss and looked at me through half-lidded eyes. “Wow! Why have we wasted 18 years without doing THAT! You are the absolute best kisser ever!” With that she curled up in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down for another long kiss. I felt her lips part slightly and her tongue trace escort bayan the outline of my mouth. I didn’t know whether my heart would tear through my shirt or my hard-on would tear through my pants first. And I was sure she could feel my throbbing member on her hip, which was pressed firmly against my hardness.

But I just wanted to keep kissing. I opened my mouth slightly and her tongue darted in, hot, soft and wet as it probed every corner of my mouth. Our tongues began jousting and she retreated but I followed, pushing my tongue into her mouth as the fever increased. She closed her lips around it and sucked lightly as I lost my mind and had my first female-induced ejaculation. Unfortunately, my cock was still in my boxers so I just got a hot, wet, sticky load of cum in my pants.

She pressed against me. Her breasts strained against my chest and as I wrapped my arms around her to pull her toward me I could feel her soft, slim back. My sense of awareness was greatly heightened and I began reacting as a male reacts, my hands moving down her back to her slim hips and tight young butt. I felt the hollow of her back as my hands drifted over the waistband of her jeans and down her butt. She began to push away but stopped as my hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her against me. “Don’t go too far,” she whispered. “I know we both want to but it’s not the right time yet.” I contented myself with tracing her butt cheeks to her thighs and down her legs. We kissed most of the afternoon until her mother called that dinner was ready. “Are you coming?” she shouted. If only she knew.

We went to the prom. She was easily the most beautiful girl there, tall and slender in a low-backed, halter-top teal gown that caressed her body like I wanted to do. I don’t think she was wearing anything under the dress because it fit so snugly on her body that underwear would have shown through. But I wasn’t complaining and neither were the guys who kept staring at her all night. Several asked her to dance but she politely refused, saying she was with me. I was so proud I thought my cummerbund would pop. While most of the kids left the prom for all-night parties at homes or local hotels, I asked if she’d just like to go out to the lake and talk. “I can’t think of anything more beautiful,” she said. “I can,” I said, “and she went to the prom with me.” She kissed me again, her soft warm lips igniting deep passion in me.

As we got out of the car at the lake, I tossed my coat, tie and cummerbund into the back seat. “I don’t need those now,” I said. She reached behind her neck – I thought she was going to let down her hair – and in one move let her dress pool at her feet. “I don’t need that now, either,” she said, her eyes dancing as I stared at her nude body. Not hesitating, I scrambled out of my clothes and we walked hand in hand to the lake in our birthday suits. I didn’t dare put my arm around her because I knew if I touched that sleek skin I’d never stop. And I didn’t want to risk losing my absolute best friend.

We sat at the shore, watching the moonlight dance across the water. “Are you going to kiss me?” she said. “If you don’t, I’ll be forced to rape you.”

“I want to, more than anything in the world. But I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to stop at a kiss and I’ll lose the best thing that ever happened to my life.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she said, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face her. “We can’t do any more than that – even though I want that more than anything – but we sure can kiss!” We did, and her bare breasts against my bare chest sent my cock skyrocketing. Before I could stop it, I was shooting cum all over both of us. “That’s amazing!” she said, picking up a warm blob and sniffing at it before she licked it off her fingers. “And it tastes good too!”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. As soon as I felt your body against me that was it.”

We spent the entire night kissing and caressing. We were so busy exploring one another’s bodies that we never even thought of intercourse.

All summer long, Judy and I explored our blossoming sexuality. We kissed, explored one another’s bodies with our hands and lips and strained to keep from crossing the line between experimentation and intercourse.

We’d meet in the morning, pack a lunch, some books and towels and hike down to a slow, wide spot along the river where we’d wile away the day in each other’s arms. By the Fourth of July, our relationship had blossomed enough that she’d remove her bikini top to let me caress her breasts. Her nipples formed a crown atop her beautiful B-cup breasts, which were both firm and soft. My hardness was hidden from her as I lay on my stomach across her chest, kissing my way from her soft lips along her swanlike neck to her freckled chest. I was headed for her breast but she stopped me. “Please don’t,” she whispered. “I want you to, but if you do I don’t think I can stop. And we’re not ready for sex yet.” With that she took my hand and guided it to her breast.

I was insane with passion. I felt like I was being lifted off the ground by my throbbing hardness, my hand was on fire from the feeling of her soft, bare breast and her tongue was a hot poker in my mouth. Just as I was beginning to kocaeli escort bayan get under control, she twisted her body and pulled me onto her, my legs straddling her bare thigh and my hard-on pushing into her leg. I could feel the warm dampness between her legs as I pushed my leg against her and continued massaging her breast. Being above her gave me an unobstructed view of her pale cones capped by the darkening hardness of her nipples. The untanned breasts on her tan, athletic body looked like snow-capped mountains on a golden plain. I was marveling at my poetic nature when I felt her lips against my neck.

She kissed and tongued her way to my chest as she pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. My hardness was between her legs and while I knew nothing about what to do with it there, I was sure that’s where it belonged and that something amazing was going to happen. She was still kissing her way down my chest, reaching my nipple where she drew a circle around it with her tongue and then pulled it into her mouth with a suck, swirling it around in her hot, wet lips before releasing it to continue her trip south.

She tongued and kissed my navel as I realized where she was headed. What should I do? What can I do? My mind was whirling as I felt her fingers drifting down the front of my shorts toward my pulsing erection. I looked down and saw her breasts pressing against my thighs as she lie poised above my hardness. “I can’t stop myself,” she said breathlessly, lowering her lips to my hard-on. Her fingers sought my zipper and lowered it as she traced the length of my erection with her lips. She grabbed the waist of my shorts and underwear, pulling them both to my knees.

My swollen cock lept from its restraint like a thoroughbred from the starting gate. She enfolded it in her long fingers, stroking its length as she watched its purple head throbbing with desire. “It’s so big and hard, but so soft,” she marveled. She slowly lowered her lips to the head where clear fluid was leaking. Her tongue crept out and she tasted the fluid, returning to take more before her entire mouth closed around my cock. I moaned and gasped out a caution. “I’m going to cum! Don’t stay there unless you want a mouthful.” She responded by taking more of my cock into her mouth and softly sucking. That was all it took: I erupted in hot cum, splashing volley after volley against the roof of her mouth as I emptied my sac. She jerked slightly at the first one but took all of them without a sound, swallowing my seed without losing a drop.

She moved away slightly,leaving me disappointed but drained. Then she was back after having removed her bikini bottom, and I could feel her meadow of pubic hair pressing against my now-soft cock. She was wet with desire and I pulled her toward me and turned, moving over her as she had done with me. I caught a glimpse of two beautiful pale breasts, two dark hard nipples and a triangle of golden floss before lowering myself to her lips. I could taste the mustiness of my orgasm on her lips and tongue. I kissed her and started my own trip down her nude body. I moved from one breast to the other, kissing, licking and sucking her magnificent nipples. Each caress brought a moan as she twisted passionately beneath me. As I slipped downward, kissing first her navel and then the top edge of her pubic tuft, she gasped and opened her thighs. I finished my trip, my nose tingling as it passed through the honey blond hair before taking in the peppery aroma of a woman aroused. My lips contacted her vagina, the soft outer lips giving way to hot, wet inner lips. My tongue traced from just below her clitoris down to her opening and back again. The clitoris emerged from its hood and – not knowing that I was supposed to do that – I sucked it softly into my mouth and released it. Her back arched and she screamed, scaring me into thinking that the whole town would start a search party for someone in that much peril. Her pubic ridge ground into my face as wave after wave of orgasm consumed her. “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop! Touch me, taste me, love me!” she panted. I was only too glad to do her bidding. I lapped at her pussy like a dog at a water bowl, tasting her spicy sexuality as my hands went back to exploring her. I felt her breasts, her hips and her thighs as I licked up her juices. I raised myself up and pointed my aching hard-on at her opening. As the head slipped inside her, I looked at her questioningly. “It’s time,” she whispered, pulling my hips forward as she arched into me. She moaned as my hardness pushed past her virginity. I stopped as I plunged inside her, giving her time to adjust to this strange feeling. “You’re so big!” she said. “I feel so good!” She moved under me and we established a rhythm that lasted until each of us felt a tsunami of release flooding through us and over us. We collapsed into one another’s arms, my hot juice filling her tight canal. We weren’t even college freshmen yet but we were lovers!

The day afer Judy and I took our relationship to the ultimate physical level I was overwhelmed with regret. She wasn’t even in college yet and I had taken her virginity. I didn’t regret the act — I had loved her for years and was certain we’d be together kocaeli escort for a lifetime — but I regretted not giving her the chance to experience relationships with other guys. Now she had to deal with being a sexual adult. I was rotten!

I couldn’t call her. I couldn’t go see her. I was consumed with the guilt of my act. And I wasn’t about to dump any of the blame onto her. I was the one who insisted on pushing the envelope, on trying to get her to do more than we were comfortable doing all summer long. So now I’d have to pay the price. I would stay away from her and give her the chance to find someone who would treat her right — not a sex-starved neandrethal like me.

We still had a couple of weeks before school started and I began mapping my strategy for staying away from Judy. I thought I might be able to convince my folks I had to leave early for college. And then I’d be so busy that the ache of missing her wouldn’t hit me as hard.

But I didn’t reckon with Judy’s perseverance. She had been calling and coming by but I had managed to avoid her. Today, though, my parents were both gone and my mother told me to listen for the door since she was expecting a package. As the bell rang, I thought about the package and opened the door without checking to see who was there. Judy stood on the porch, a sad, sullen look on her beautiful face.

“Were you ever going to call me?” she demanded. “Or did you just plan to move on to the next girl?”

“Judy, I didn’t want to hurt you more than I already had,” I said. “What I did was wrong and horribly unfair to you. I just thought you’d appreciate not having me around for a while.”

She began to cry softly. “You dumbass. There were two of us out there and I was the one who took off my clothes and got you so hot you couldn’t think. I will never forget our first love affair and I can’t wait to do it again.” With that, she threw her arms around my neck and pushed me back into the house, closing the door with her foot as she kissed me deeply. Her body molded itself to mine as she flicked her tongue into my mouth and she let her hands slip from my shoulders to my butt.

“Where is your mom?” she whispered. “Are we alone?”

“All day,” I replied as I moved back slightly to catch my breath.

“Well, then, take me to your room and make love to me in bed like a real woman,” she said. She took my hand and led me up the stairs. Her round buttocks swayed jauntily as she took the stairs two at a time. Reaching my room, she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. In almost the same motion, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. Her shorts and panties were next and she stood before me nude, a tan-lined goddess who was eager to continue our sexual odyssey. “Come on! We can’t do this if you’re going to wear all those clothes,” she laughed.

She tugged at my waistband as I took my shirt off. Before I could help, she had unzipped me and pushed my shorts and underwear to my ankles. My cock had grown rock hard and slapped against my belly when it burst free of my pants. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly from the top to the bottom. I looked down to see her staring at my cock, watching the precum ooze from the tip. Her finger drifted up and touched the clear pool, drawing a shimmering web of fluid from my cock to her fingertip. As the connection broke, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. “Mmmmm! I love the taste of you when you’re excited,” she said. I reached between her legs and parted her hot, damp lips. I scooped up a bit of her juices and duplicated her act. “Mmmmm! I think you’re pretty sweet when you’re sexed up, too,” I said.

She pulled me to the bed and we collapsed together. I pulled her onto me and let her lead, stroking her muscular thighs and buttocks as she explored my body with her hands. She lifted slightly to put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. “Now that we know what to do,” she said, “let’s skip the preliminaries and get right to it. I’m so horny it’s not going to take too long to bring me off.” She pushed down and let her hot pussy envelop me. She sighed as she rotated her hips on me, pivoting on my cock as she rose and dipped. “Caress my breasts,” she said. “Make my nipples hard!” My hands went to her breasts, stroking them and feeling the hard pebbles of her nipples grow in my palms. I stroked her sides and her hips as I reached back to her muscular butt. As she leaned toward me, my fingers touched her rosebud. “Oh, God!” she cried. “That feels amazing!” I returned to the spot, deliberately stroking her and pushing gently against her opening. She asked if I had any lubricant and I said there was baby oil in the bathroom. She pushed away and ran into the bathroom, returning with the oil. She doused my hand and said, “now see if you can go deeper into me.” As she remounted my hard-on, I reached back and found my target. My slippery finger went inside her ass and pushed deeper and deeper. With each stroke, her movements on my cock quickened and she reached down to stroke her own clitoris as she moved. “Oh, damn! That feels so good! Push deeper!” I began sawing in and out of her ass as she rode my cock. I could feel the cum welling up inside me and it erupted in an explosion inside her pussy. She screamed and ground her hips into me. I pushed my finger all the way into her ass and twisted it, triggering another orgasm from the naked blond goddess on top of me.

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