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When we first met I thought "nice girl". I was with my girlfriend Tara
at the time, but that wouldn't have stopped me thinking "nice girl, hot to
trot" as I did about a lot of women I met. But no, all I thought was "nice
girl", and that was it really. I mean, not having considered the sexual
side of things, the issue of her legs or chest or anything else didn't
occur to me. I could have told you that her hair was dirty blonde, but
even the word "dirty" didn't mean anything more than a darker, browner
shade.
Anyway, she was Tara's friend, so every now and then, say every six
weeks or so, she would be out with the group. And she carried on being a
nice girl, good sense of humour, good dress sense, quite quiet, that's it.
That changed after an evening out, we'd all eaten and drunk well,
someone said back to my place, Tara and I went and so did nice girl Kim.
She was sitting on a sofa, I was nearby on a large cushion, and Tara was
resting on my left shoulder. Kim was drunk (we all were) and I guess she
felt the most comfortable position was with her feet tucked back alongside
her on the sofa. Her knees were still demurely together (Kim was always
demure) but nothing could prevent me from looking directly up her short
skirt. Of course it was dark up there, and I could hardly stare (in fact
it was difficult to steal any glances) but I could swear I could see the
white material of her underwear. It wasn't a signal (Kim didn't give out
signals) it was just a drunken miscalculation on her part. And it was only
a glimpse. But for the first time I was thinking about (and looking at)
Kim's underwear, and more importantly what was inside it.
When Tara and I got home we did it with unusual passion. Lord knows
what Tara thought the reason was, but I know that I kept imagining Kim and
her knickers and me gently peeling them off to reveal her nakedness.
Going out after that, I found myself hoping that Kim was coming along,
then being slightly disappointed to find she wasn't there. As I thought
about her, I realised that yes, she was attractive, and not just to people
who could see up her skirt.
Eventually I asked Tara when Kim was coming out again, she, bless her,
had no idea why I was asking, said she'd give her a call. Next thing I
knew Kim was invited over to ours for dinner. Ask and you shall receive,
sometimes many times over.
Before that meal my mind was a frenzy of anticipation. Pretty
ridiculous, really, if you bear in mind that Kim hadn't given the slightest
hint of attraction or even non-sexual interest in me. And there was also
the small factor of my girlfriend of the last eighteen months being
present, too. What did I expect, Kim to leap on me with Tara
surreptitiously sliding her hand inside her panties saying "God, yes, I've
always wanted to watch you two doing this"?
Kim was dressed simply, in a white t-shirt, and a different short skirt
that, given the right angle, would give me another peek. As she arrived
she gave me a peck on the cheek, another first, although I wasn't for one
minute fooled into thinking it meant anything. After all, Tara got one
too.
As Kim went to help Tara in the cooking end of our flat, both of them
facing away from me over the hob, I was able to make a fuller, if less
intimate, appraisal. I found myself liking her hair. Definitely dirty
blonde. Cut just below shoulder length, not in any particular style. I'd
never slept with anyone who had that colour hair. I wondered, what would
she be like down below? Boring old dark brown/black or would it match all
over? A pointless thought, in one sense, but intriguing enough to cause a
reaction in my groin.
It was nice watching the two women, with enough time to enjoy the view
and enough time to look away before either of them caught me perving. I
looked down at Kim's blue skirt. It wasn't that short, say about an inch
and a half above her knees, but that was quite high enough to show her legs
were nicely shaped, slim and slightly tanned. But of course it was the
skirt that appealed most. After my flash the previous time, I was
delighted I could make out the outline of Kim's panties through the thin
material. VPL may be an embarrassment to most women, but on the right girl
in the right clothes it provides a teasing insight into quite private
information. Right now all I wanted to do was kneel down behind Kim, brush
my fingers under the hem of her skirt, and slowly lift it up, tugging it
over the neat fleshy curves of her bum.
I wasn't blind to the fact that Tara had a pretty good figure too. She
was taller than Kim, with short dark hair that changed colour as the light
caught it. She was slimmer than Kim, with an almost boyish figure.
Attractive yes, but not Kim. Mind you, there was nothing wrong with the
two of them together. As Tara reached across for a knife I could swear
that her arm brushed Kim's tit. My breathing quickened. What is it about
men, that we can get turned on by two women chopping onions together?
After that, the meal was a bit of a disappointment. Kim was nice, and
funny, and interesting, but there wasn't a hint of flirtation or sexuality
about her. Now I'm not pretending that she should have been making doe
eyes while Tara was sat across the table, but with some women I did enjoy a
semi-sexual banter, a careful game where all could enjoy some very minor
naughtiness safe in the knowledge that I was taken. Not so with Kim, she
played it with a straight bat all the time. In fact I got the slight
impression she didn't like sex, when on one occasion she referred to a
scene in a film as disgusting.
This was unfortunate, because I'd had half a plan before she came as to
how I might get something going. I had a modest collection of porn films,
which Tara tolerated but wasn't very interested in. At some point in the
meal, I'd intended to mention one of my current cases (I'm a lawyer)
representing a sex shop owner (the case was of course made up). I'd
explain he was up on various counts of obscenity, and part of the trial was
for the jury to decide if his films (in fact my films) were obscene. At
which point Kim was supposed to ask "what's in them?", before any of us
know it we'd be watching an enjoyably obscene video. I'd ply Tara and Kim
with wine, we'd consider the rest of the collection, and at some stage Kim
would say "I'm sorry I've just got to do this" and slide her hand inside
her sopping knickers, bringing herself off in front of us.
Unfortunately when I mentioned the sex shop owner Kim said "it must be
horrible representing people like that" and that was the beginning and end
of my seduction.
Even as Kim was leaving, I was confused by my attraction. She gave me a
pleasant, chaste, peck on the cheek, confirming that my contact with her
all evening had been utterly devoid of any sexuality. Yet the more
innocent, pure, frigid, or whatever it was, she seemed, the more fascinated
I was by her.
There was only one person to talk to. "She's a strange one, Kim," I
said to Tara when our guest had left, as we washed together in the
bathroom.
Tara looked amused. "In what way?"
This wasn't an easy one to explain. I could hardly say "she didn't
flirt with me". So I tried "she's quite an attractive girl, but for some
reason she just isn't sexy". That was a half truth. She didn't act sexy,
but for whatever reason I found her sexy as hell.
"You think?" asked Tara, now brushing her hair. "She's got a very sexy
body." There it was again. A perfectly straightforward, accurate
description of a fact, and I was imagining Tara watching Kim in the shower,
the blonde girl ignorant of the effect she was having on my tall lover, who
was gently rubbing her clit as Kim washed the soap off her breasts.
I didn't want to push things with Tara. We'd never talked about other
people, and I'd always been careful to be faithful, in everything I said as
well as everything I did. "Sexy body, yes. Sexy person, no."
"She's a real blonde, you know," said Tara, as she slid her jeans to the
floor. Despite the information I'd just been given, I had time to
appreciate just how slim and smooth my girlfriend's legs were.
I stammered a little. "How do you know that?" What I really wanted to
say was "tell me much much more", but that would have been very dangerous.
She turned and smiled at me indulgently. "We've been to aerobics
together, you know." I didn't know. Or at least it must have been in the
days when I wasn't noticing Kim.
"I see," I said, wishing I had. "So you've seen her in the shower." I
tried to sound nonchalant, but surely Tara knew what was really going
through my mind.
"She has a very beautiful body," Tara confirmed. By now my cock was
throbbing madly. Tara and I had never talked like this. If we were
talking like anything. Whatever my dick was telling me, I knew that women
are allowed to describe each other in explicit detail without it having any
sexual meaning. I knew because plenty of women have told me so when I've
pounced on some comment about nice breasts or legs. "Do you think she's
attractive?" Tara asked.
I knew her well enough to know this wasn't a trap. "Yes and no," I
replied. "She seems a bit frigid, which is a bit of a turn off. In a
way."
"I know what you mean." Tara was wiping her face down with cleanser,
wearing only a pair of simple white knickers and the grey cotton halter top
she'd been wearing all evening. I noticed her nipples were erect, poking
at the material. Well it was cold in the bathroom. "I'm sure she could do
with a good seeing to. It's such a waste."
I nodded dumbly. Seeing Tara's nipples and hearing about Kim's blonde
bush had fired me up for some late night sex, and I was keen to get on with
it. Tara, however, was taking her time. Tara always did.
"I don't suppose she's that adventurous, do you?" Tara continued.
"Missionary position every time. Probably no blow jobs. And certainly
nothing up the bum." Once again Tara caught me completely off my guard.
Anal sex was another subject we'd skirted around during our relationship.
Yet here she was discussing Kim's bottom being penetrated (or not).
"No." Tara's nipples were still pointing at me. In fact if anything the
cotton was being stretched even more. For the first time it occurred to me
that she might not mind if I joined in the conversation more fully. "I bet
she'd be really tight, though," I said. I prayed to heaven I wasn't going
to get a slap.
"What, her arse?" I'd got away with it then. I nodded. It astonished
me that Tara and I were having this conversation about her friend. She
thought about it for a bit, thought about her friend's bum being stretched
around a cock. "Mmm, yes." Was it an "mmm" as in "I agree" or an "mmm" as
in "I like the thought of my friend Kim being taken up the arse"?
Tara had finished doing her face. She looked at me. "Would you like to
do that to her?" Her voice was quiet, and deeper than normal. I think she
realised I wasn't sure if I should answer, because she stepped towards me,
her left hand reaching out to gently stroke my groin through the material
of my jeans. "Would you like to put your cock in Kim's tight arse?"
I felt almost strangled by the sexual tension. I wanted to play this in
a way that worked for both of us. "It would probably hurt her a bit, at
first," I said. "Until she got used to it." As I spoke Tara's fingers
moved over my cock through my jeans. "I'd have to slide it in quite
gently, letting her get used to having her little hole invaded."
"She'd probably whimper," said Tara, her eyes fixed on mine. "God, the
look on her face as you pushed through her tight bum hole would be
incredible." What was even more incredible was my wonderful girlfriend
describing such a dirty scenario. I lifted my hands, and started to gently
stroke her breasts through her cotton top. "You'd speed up, though?"
I nodded. My cock had never felt so full, so ready. "God, yes. When
she was used to it I'd really ram my cock in, really fuck her arse hard,
really bugger Kim violently." As I said this I tugged softly at Tara's
nipples, emphasising the physicality of my description.
Tara smoothly and quickly undid the buttons of my flies, springing my
aching cock free. "I bet you would. I bet you'd pull yourself almost all
the way out, then shove your cock back in hard, filling her arse with your
stiff cock."
I slid my left hand inside Tara's knickers, brushing over her soft curly
hairs. She was soaking, her sex hot and wet. I could feel her knees
tremble at the initial contact.
"She'd love being buggered so hard," I said.
"Yeah." Tara was wanking me lightly, her fingers stroking up and down my
cock, lubricating me with my juices. Her touch had never felt so hot.
"You wouldn't come up her arse, though."
Bizarrely, I was disappointed. Another thirty seconds and I'd be there.
"No?"
"No. You'd pull out so slowly, making her want it back in there, want
to be fucked up her arse again." The way Tara was holding me was incredible
now, she was feeling so horny. The contact was almost imperceptible, but
deeply sensuous. "You'd move round in front of her, in front of her face,
she'd be shocked at what you want her to do, at seeing your thing there,
just after it's come out of her dirty hole. But you'd hold the back of her
head, she'd know she has to give you what you want, despite where it's
been, despite what she may find on your cock, and you move in, she's
struggling a bit, you can see she's almost frightened. You brush her lips
with it. God it's just been up her arse. But you push it all the way in,
past her lips, all the way in, then you shoot off, shoot your dirty come
down the back of her throat, fucking her mouth, making Kim lick your cock
clean."
It was a perfect image, and at last I felt my release coming. Tara
slowed her wanking even more, drawing out that perfect moment, but then I
came, my spunk splashing over her belly and her white knickers, the residue
dripping from her long slim fingers.
I don't know whether it was the sensation of me spunking over her lower
body, my fingers on her clit, the thought of Kim sucking my dirty cock, or
more likely a combination of all three, but Tara buckled in front of me,
her breathing frantic as she was swept by an orgasm every bit as powerful
as mine.
We stood like that for many seconds, our fingers resting on our
satisfied parts. Eventually, Tara looked at me with a wicked smile on her
face. "Of course if you ever so much as touched her in real life, I'd have
your balls off with a rusty knife."
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