I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was so shy. I wasn’t the type to even post REGULAR selfies on Facebook, let alone bikini ones. If the girlfriends and I were at the beach, I was always the one hiding in the back. And it’s not because I was ashamed of how I looked. If we’re being honest, I look kind of cute. My body is fine. I have thick thighs, which lucky for me, are in right now. And I have big tits. And a flat stomach.
I look like of nerdy. I have blonde hair. I wear comically large black glasses. But people love them. I love them, too. I really like my look. But I’m still shy.
It takes me a while to open up to someone, just as a friend. It takes me even longer if we’re talking sexual stuff. I guess that’s good, in a way, because I can weed out who just wants to use me and who is actually interested.
In high school, I waited four months to give this guy Timothy a hand job under the bleachers when everyone else was handing them out (get it?) right away. When Timothy came, I shrieked and giggled and pointed his dick away from me. He spurted tons of jizz everywhere.
That night, I masturbated and thought about how that sperm might have tasted. I wanted to know so badly that the next day at school, I pulled him into the custodial’s closet with the mops and buckets, dropped to my knees and sucked him off until he exploded in my mouth. I swirled his sperm around, licking it, gulping it down. I stood up, blew him a kiss and ran down the hallway, giggling.
Fast forward to today. I’m 35 years old. Married. My husband’s name is Mark and he’s a lovely guy. We have great sex. He makes me laugh. We go to a new restaurant every Wednesday. And I have two very close friends: Kyle and Jessica.
Last Saturday, I was at Jessica’s house drinking wine and bitching about work when she stopped me. Her cheeks were red, she had a permanent “drunk smirk” on her face.
“Hey hey hey,” Jessica said. “Shhh stop shush shut it shut up. Shush your … mouth.”
I laughed.
“You’re so pretty,” she said, stroking my hair. She chewed her bottom lip. “So pretty.”
She leaned in.
My eyes grew wide. What … what was this? What was happening?
Jessica, my best friend of ten years, pressed her lips against mine. Her eyes were closed. Mine were as WIDE AS YOU COULD IMAGINE.
She pressed her tongue into my mouth. I was shaking. My heart was racing. I moved my tongue into her mouth and closed my eyes. I leaned into her, kissing her. She put her hand on my thigh. I took her long red hair in my hand and pressed the back of her head into me, kissing her deeply.
Jessica straddled me and yanked her t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She had tiny perky tits. Her nipples were rock hard. I could feel them press against me. We continued making out. I pushed her onto her back and crawled on top of her, kissing her stomach, sucking her nipples, kissing her some more.
“Touch me,” she purred. “Down there …”
Without hesitation, I slid my fingers down her pants, through her thick, red fire crotch, and inside of her pussy. I was shaking. Trembling. I pulled my hand from her cunt. My fingers were dripping. I yanked my top off and popped my bra.
“Fuck your tits are perfect,” she moaned.
Before we knew it, we were completely naked and in her bed, scissoring, grinding our pussies together, moaning, twisting our own nipples, rocking back and forth.
“Cum for me,” Jessica begged.
We slid off each other and began to masturbate, facing one another. We both had two fingers inside of our pussies, rubbing our clits with the free hand.
Jessica was gushing down her inner thigh.
I crawled over and pressed my mouth against her lips, drinking what flowed from her pussy.
“Mmm, fuck you taste good.”
“Let me taste,” Jessica begged.
She gushed a mouthful of squirt into my me. I crawled over her. She looked at me with her bright green eyes and opened her mouth. I drooled her squirt into her mouth, onto her face, and onto her tits. We made out while we masturbated. She continued to squirt, soaking my thighs. I used her squirt as lube, masturbating even harder until we both came at the same time and collapsed onto each other.
I pressed my head into the crook of her neck, exhausting, soaking wet, shocked. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Mark.
Oh fuck.
My husband.
How could I have forgotten about him for this long?
After a while, we took a shower together, I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and walked to my car. I drove one block away, pulled over and called my best friend, Kyle. He picked up right away.
“Yo!” He said.
“I have to tell you something,” I said. My voice was shaking.
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