After college graduation, my friend Julie moved into a old rundown apartment with a few of our mutual friends. Because her place wasn’t too far from my own, I frequently stopped over after work (occasionally bringing dinner, being the great guy I am).
Such was the case one night when I stopped by the apartment. Around this time, I’d been dating a women for a few months; as I recall, we were having a rough patch around sexual compatibility and had recently decided to take some time apart. I remember lamenting this to my friends as we ate, and they recommended I get advice from Julie (who had thus far spent the evening in her bedroom).
Finding Julie’s bedroom door shut, I gently knocked. Julie’s startled voice called out asking who it was, and I identified myself. “One minute,” she replied, and I heard a drawer quickly open and shut. “Come on in,” she then called.
I opened the door and saw Julie sitting at her desk, across from her bed (which was surprisingly not made; strange for her). She was a little flush, but smiled as she gestured for me to come in. Finding no where else to sit, and honestly not thinking too much about it, I took a seat on the bed across from her.
“What’s up?” she asked. I told her I’d been sent to seek her counsel on a relationship issue; she laugh and said, “but of course.” Truth is, Julie knew she was regarded among our female friends as having the most sexual experience; it wasn’t a topic which came up much, but it was called into play when relevant, I guess you could say. There was more to this than raw evidence; even I had to admit there was something sexy about Julie. There was something arousing about her general laid-back-yet-proper attitude, and she seemed to always have a way of dressing to fit her body perfectly. Even now, sitting in just sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt, I had to admit she wasn’t exactly horrible to look at.
I started to tell Julie about my issues with my girlfriend; she listened patiently, then got up, shut her bedroom door, and then sat back down opposite me. “Alright; let’s see if we can figure this out,” she said in a jokingly analytical manner.
Julie proceeded to ask me questions in a surprising blunt manner: she asked me detailed questions about how my girlfriend would go down on me, as well as how I’d finger and go down on her. Although taken a back at first, I figured she was just teasing me to see if she could make me uncomfortable (we had that sort of relationship). All the same, I answered her questions with equal candor, which I noticed was making her blush progressively more.
I began to feel as though the whole conversation was inappropriate, and I apologized if I was making her uncomfortable. She smiled and said, “No; it’s not that.” Glancing at her door to make sure it was closed all the way, she lowered her voice and continued, “Here’s the thing: when you knocked, I was laying in bed masturbating. Why I told you to come in I have no idea, but this conversation is making me like that decision.”
As Julie said that, I noticed her nipples starting to harden, and it was only then I realized her white fitted, thin t-shirt was doing a poor job concealing her shapely breasts. Suddenly, I felt myself begin to get hard.
I caught Julie stealing a glance down at my pants, and the look on her face showed that she was hatching a plan. Julie quietly got up from her chair and moved to sit next to me on the bed. Without missing a beat, she began to rub my dick through my pants. “How about this,” she said, “I bet we can work on your problems while relieving some of this tension at the same time; sound good?”
It sounded amazing. When I told her I was game, she began to unzip my jeans. “Let’s start by trying something down here,” she said as she worked my pants down and rubbed my dick through my underwear. “Mind if I pull this out?” she asked as she slowly stroked the hardening outline of my dick. “Don’t mind at all,” I quickly replied. “Good; why don’t you go ahead then and get your pants out of the way to help me out?” she laughed in response.
I quickly stood up and stepped out of my jeans; I went to sit back down, and Julie cocked her head and stopped me, “Come on!” she said, referencing my still-present underwear. I figured (hoped) from the start that she wanted my dick out free and clear, but figured I’d play it safe just in case. Her wishes now confirmed, I took off my underwear and sat back down next to her on the bed.
“Much better,” she said as she took my dick in her hand. After giving it a few more strokes, Julie lowered herself over my lap and put my dick in her mouth. Everything was happening so fast, but at the same time, time somehow seemed to slow down. Julie proceeded to slowly suck up and down on my dick, taking her time to lick both the head and shaft. “You like this?” she asked, raising her head and whispering in my ear. I confimed my enjoyment, and as I did, Julie moved her hand from my shaft and started to kneed my balls gently in her hand. “Did your girlfriend ever do this?” she asked, “it’s so important to remember how much pleasure is down there.” I nodded in agreement, and then Julie continued with her questioning.
“Has she ever done this?” Julie asked before lowering her mouth back down on my cock, this time taking my whole shaft in my mouth. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out. “Guess not,” she said, taking a breath before resuming her deep sucking.
I knew I was going to cum soon, and I let Julie know. “Hmm . . .” she hummed on my dick before sitting up. Continuing to stroke my dick, Julie smiled and said, “Well, what do you want to do about that?” After a moment of intense eye contact, Julie said “I got it!”
She stood up and pulled off her shirt, freeing her perky breasts and erect nipples. “Hang on,” Julie said as she turned around to get something out of her dresser. I took this fleeting moment, sitting on Julie’s bed with my throbbing cock out, to really assess the situation. With her back to me, I was able to check out Julie’s tight ass, a feature on her I’d never noticed before. Equally of interest was that she clearly wasn’t wearing any panties.
As Julie turned around, I noticed what appeared to be some wetness starting to appear through her sweatpants, and I could see the outline of her slit starting to show as a result. In Julie’s hand was a bottle of lube; as she opened the bottle and poured a generous amount into the palm of her opposite hand, she told me to stand up. I got to my feet just as Julie lowered herself down and started to rub the lube all over her chest. She rubbed the lube deep into her breasts, fondling her now glistening tits for her own pleasure, tweaking her nipples slightly as she did.
Without even thinking, my hand went to my still throbbing dick and started to rub the head. “Oh, that looks good,” Julie said as she continued to rub her tits and I yanked on my cock. “But don’t cum just yet,” she warned. She then took my cock in her hand and placed it between her breasts. She started squeezing her tits together over my shaft, moving them up and down as she cooed and continued pleasuring her nipples. Her breasts weren’t exactly large, but they were firm and felt great enveloping my dick. I was so struck dumb by both the craziness of what we were doing and the sheer pleasure of Julie’s lubed-up chest working my stiff cock that I couldn’t help but just stand there.
“Hey!” Julie said with mock anger, “Don’t just stand there; I want to feel you fucking my tits. Are you up for fucking these?” she asked, holding them out in presentation. I smiled, and reaching down to place my hands over hers on her breasts, I joined her in squeezing her tits together as I started to thrust in and out between them.
“Oh yeah; I like that. You like that?” she asked, taking her hands away and reaching one down the front of her pants. “I love it,” I replied, my orgasm again drawing closer. “You’re going to make me cum,” I warned as my thrusting increased. “Good; I want you to cum,” she replied, now clearly fingering herself, “I want you to fuck my tits and cum on them.”
Before I knew it, I was struggling to control a huge grunt as my orgasm hit. Julie’s face lit up, and she increased the speed of the flicking in her pants. “Yeah, that’s good; cum all over me; did your girlfriend ever let you cum like this on her?” I was too busy blasting wave after wave of cum onto her chest and throat to respond, but I suspected she knew the answer.
Once my orgasm had subsided, Julie reached over and grabbed her earlier discarded t-shirt and used it to clean herself off. “Have to clean that one real soon,” she mused as she again tossed it to the side and stood up. Julie then slowly backed me over to her bed, gesturing for me take a seat on it.
“Well,” Julie said, standing in front of me still topless and glistening with a combination of residual sweat, cum, and lube, “I’ve got to say that was A LOT of fun. Nothing not to like about working that cock on you.” Although slowly losing stiffness post-orgasm, I felt an involuntary throb after hearing Julie say that. “You sure know how to make a woman feel appreciated, too.”
“So,” Julie continued, “let’s see what else you’ve got to offer.” Julie took her pants off, exposing in the process her clearly moist and closely-shaven slit. She sat down on the bed next to me and said, “I want you to eat me out.” She swung her legs behind me and laid down on the bed. Starting to finger her clit, she said “Well? How’s that sound?”
That too sounded great.
I quickly got into position between her legs and started off by alternating between fingering her soaked opening and massaging her clit. “You like that I keep it shaved?” she asked between little moans. “I bet your ex didn’t keep it that neat, did she?”
Once I felt I’d gotten Julie pretty revved up, I went down on her clit, slowly licking over and around it as I continued to finger her. As I went about pleasuring her, I kept stealing glances up to see how she was reacting; Julie had her head thrown back and her eyes closed, moaning and pinching her nipples while again massaging her breasts. “Keep fucking me with your tongue” she moaned suddenly.
At that point, we’d been in her room so long with the door shut that it probably didn’t make sense to hide what we were doing; we might as well be as loud as we wanted.
I felt Julie’s clit getting more and more erect on my tongue, and her slit was getting progressively wetter and swollen. As I again stole a glance up, Julie was blushing from her face down, her chest now also bright red and her nipples now at full attention. As she started to thrust against my fingering hand, she said “get up here and lick these tits. I want to feel that tongue on my tits licking my nipples.”
I was happy to oblige, and I repositioned myself so I could lick her tits while I worked her clit with my one hand. While repositioning myself, I caught Julie noticing that I was again getting pretty hard. She didn’t say anything, though, and neither did I; that moment was about her and her pleasure.
Soon, Julie’s breathing started to increase, as did her bucking against my hand. As her moans started to get louder, I increased the pressure and pace of my fingers on her clit, as well as started sucking and licking her nipples with more vigor. “Oh, fuck,” Julie moaned, “I’m getting really fucking close! Are you ready for me to cum? I’m going to cum!”
“Cum for me,” I said. “Oh, here it comes! I’m going to CUM!” Julie shouted as her orgasm hit. As wave after wave of pleasure hit her, she groaned and grinded against my hand, bucking wildly on her bed. Incidentally, this all served to make me even harder, and I felt my stiffening cock start to press against the bed under me.
“Fuck! That was amazing,” Julie said as she caught her breath. Not knowing what exactly to do, I smiled and started to sit up, which in turn exposed my again-erect dick. Julie then sat up, her legs still behind me as I now sat on the edge of her bed.
Julie then reached out, and grabbing my arm pulled me back toward her. “That said,” she smiled, “I think it’s time for a bonus round.” Confused, I asked her what she meant. Julie rolled her eyes, smiled, and said “What I mean is that I want you to fuck me with that hard dick of yours. Before you go, I want us to have the sweaty, crazy fuck you need . . . just between us friends, of course.”
This somehow managed to take me by surprise, but I quickly agreed that her’s was a valid request. Julie then pulled my shirt off, and pulled me down on top of her. For the first time that evening, Julie pulled me into a passionate embrace as we kissed. Making out with Julie—with our naked bodies pressed together and our scents mixing—returned my dick to full stiffness. Julie broke off our kiss and said, “You ready? Put it in if you are.” I asked her if she had a condom, and she waved me off: “just let me know before you cum. Work for you?” It did.
I slid my now throbbing cock into Julie’s soaked and warm slit. She met my thrusts with her own, and we moaned into each other’s ears as we continued to kiss and fuck. “Fuck me deeper,” Julie cooed as I felt her lift her legs and lock them behind my back around my waist. The new angle did indeed allow me to plunge into her deeper, and her tightness got increasingly intense as we thrust against each other. “Aw; that’s it, that’s it, that’s it . . .,” Julie started to moan, “Fuck me deep; hit my fuckin’ spot for me. Come on; make me cum again. I want to cum again with you inside me. You want to make your friend cum again? I want to make you cum again, too.”
I was struck by the sudden realization that I was about to cum again myself, which would likely stop her from getting hers (since I was going to have to pull out to cum). I resolved that I couldn’t let that happen, given how freely she’d shared herself with me. As Julie continued to moan and thrust against me—her legs and feet rubbing against my back and sides—I was committed to her getting off.
Thinking as quickly as I could, I changed up my position slightly, which allowed me to keep my dick deep inside Julie while also reducing the stimulation on my dick head a bit. “You like that?” I asked as I slowed my thrusts a bit while also starting to rub my hip bone slightly against her clit. “I love it,” Julie replied.
Next thing I knew, Julie started moaning at full volume and gasping for air. “Oh fuck; here I come! You’re going to make cum! I’m gonna fucking cum on your cock!” Julie exclaimed. Julie pulled me down to her for a deep, passionate kiss as her hips thrust back and forth on my dick in ecstasy. Suddenly, my own orgasm was upon me.
“Oh. I’m going to cum, too” I moaned in Julie’s ear, “I’m about to cum!” Julie quickly released her legs from around my back as she thrust both her hands down to her slit, pulling my dick out with one and replacing it with the fingers from the other. “Cum on my stomach, baby. Just blow your load all over me,” Julie practically shouted as she both stroked my cock and continued to finger herself through her own orgasm.
Not surprisingly, I was happy to comply, and I moaned and gasped as I started to shoot all over Julie’s stomach. I growned especially hard as I watched my cum hit her pieced naval and the toned abs just above it.
After every last drop of cum had been drained from my cock and Julie’s orgasm concluded, we just sort of laid there looking at each other. Although it was clear nothing more would likely come from this, the looks on our faces confirmed we agreed it was an evening well spent.
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