Drew's First Time

"Are you getting sleepy, Drew?"

Startled, my eyes opened instantly and I accepted the proffered glass and said, "Oh no maam, not at all. I was just trying to calm down a little."

Mrs. Stengal made a clucking noise, "Now Drew, we are having slumber party girl talk, so please don't call me maam or Mrs. Stengal. When we are together like this, you should call me Katey."

I giggled and said, "Okay Katie! That's really nice. Katey. I like that." I took another gulp of wine. This would be my third glass and about triple my usual indulgence.

It was a good thing that I'd already swallowed the wine when she asked, "So calm down from what?" Otherwise I would have choked.

I frowned and gave her a dark look, "You know." But I couldn't be sincerely angry with her for teasing me, and she knew I couldn't, too.

She grinned and put her arm around me again as she said, "Okay, Ill say it. We were getting pretty excited talking about your private moments. But that happens with girl talk doesn't it?"

I swallowed my wine and sat the glass back on the table and she did the same. "I guess," I answered leaning back against her arm, "Although I never got that excited about girl talk before, but maybe it's because I have never told anyone those things." I looked into her eyes, "Maybe you should share something with me?"

Mrs. Stengal smiled shyly, "Oh I masturbate now and then. I used to do it more often but I haven't had too much to stimulate me lately, at least not until tonight. But I can guarantee I'm going to do it tonight. Just the thought of your young body rubbing against a pillow and that sweet juice oozing out of your sweet pussy..." she shivered, and gave me a look that communicated a powerful re-arousal, then shook her head. "I'm sorry to be so frank, Drew, but it's been so long since I was so turned on by anyone. But I am sorry..."

I hadn't really reacted, although my lips may have parted some, mostly her dirty talk went right past my brain and straight down to my groin. I was instantly as aroused as I was before and then some. My heart was pounding again, I felt like I needed to pant to get enough oxygen, and her perfume was making me dizzy with desire again. Did she call my pussy and my wetness sweet? The thought made me press my thighs together in a rush of pleasure that I was sure was dampening my panties. I fervently hoped the blue jean shorts would hide such an obvious indicator of sexual arousal.

I thought a moment, and then realized that she was waiting for me to respond to her apology. I figured she wanted some reassurance from me, for what we were doing was dangerous to us if anyone found out. I looked into her concerned blue eyes, "Normally, like on a date, I tend to get scared and nervous when necking with a boy, and getting aroused seems even more dangerous than necking. I don't feel that at all with you. I trust you, and our talking like this is secret. And having a beautiful woman acting attracted to me is a real turn on. In fact, just a few minutes ago, I was even hoping you were going to kiss me."

She took a deep breath, which did wonderful things to her the top of her nightie - it really looked like her breasts were about to pop out. She stroked her hands down her sides and said, "Really?" I nodded and she gave me a rueful smile, "Sorry for the little panic there..."

"I understand, Katey, I really do. It was like I was reading your mind about how this could be seen by others; and just think about my situation for a minute, will you? My parents are REALLY uptight. Can you imagine what would happen if they knew I was wondering what it would be like to kiss a woman? I'd probably be regretfully burned at the stake, and they'd be sure they were doing the right thing!"

"Are you attracted to girls, Drew?" she slowly eased her arm around me and casually resumed the confidence that made her the woman I knew. She took a lingering look at my breasts, and then slowly raised her eyes to mine. There was something smoky and hot in her blue-eyed gaze.

"Not that I know of, at least never before." I answered still being annoyingly direct and truthful except for my thing with Marcie, "I don't know how far it goes with you, really. I just wanted you to kiss me, and you know, I have always liked you a lot."

She kissed me, and it was sure no peck. Her perfume, her blue eyes, her warmth all swept me away as her lips molded around mine and gave me the softest and sweetest French kiss that I'd ever had. It didn't last long but it was wonderful, and I felt it down to my toes, and that kiss hit every spot in between. "Like that?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I breathed between her lips, "that was really nice. Are you attracted to girls, Katey?"

She pulled back a little and gave me a little smile. "I have made love with a few women before back when I was in high school and college, but not since my divorce. I have no sex with anyone but my hand since then. I still think of it once and a while, but I have to admit, I have thought about you that way many times for a long time. So yes. I am very attracted to girls, and I am very attracted to you." Her eyes swept over me and lingered for a moment on my thighs and hips. I know I got even wetter at that moment.

"And now I'm thinking about you that way, Katey, especially when you kiss me." I had intended that for a hint, because things were going too fast for me to think about what her look at my body had just told me.

So she kissed me again, and again. I could have gone on like that for quite a while without complaint, but she stopped and asked, "I was serious about being so hot about you, Drew. Do you feel that way about me?"

I was breathing heavily enough for that to be an answer, but I said, "Yes, Katey. I've never let myself get this excited with another person before. Could we do some more kissing? I really like that."

She kissed me again, and this time it didn't stop. We kissed and kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, and I got more and more excited. It was the most fabulous experience. I put my arms around her neck and we held each other close, and I was intensely aware of her larger breasts pressed against mine. I felt excited to the bursting point but wasn't sure how to burst, then I slowly realized that I was almost excited enough to orgasm, that all she would have to do is touch me a moment. Did I really want her to do that? Could I really face what that might mean about myself?

She kept on kissing me, and finally she put a hand on my thigh and gave me a little squeeze, "Drew, honey," she said, pulling back from me, "We're going to have to stop now." I know my face must of showed disappointment because she added, "I didn't mean to start this, I guess it just happened, but what if my daughter woke up and saw us?"

"Of course, Katey, I don't want to cause you a problem." But I was crushed. I knew it was better to stop, but something in my loins desperately didn't want to stop.

She gave me a friendly smile, "Marcie is going to spend next weekend with her father, the whole weekend. I guess you know she does that once a month." She waited for my nod then continued, "I could call your mother, say on Tuesday, and invite you over to spend the weekend with Marcie, and your parents wouldn't suspect a thing. Would you like me to do that? You could come over on Friday evening and go back Sunday around noon."

I didn't have to think about it. "Yes, Katey, that would be wonderful. And it will be our secret!" I looked at her thoughtfully, and because of the blossoming relationship between us, I didn't want us to have any secrets at all between us, and I had one more darker secret to tell - the secret of the best thing in my sex life. "Katey, I have to tell you the truth about something, and I hope it doesn't upset you or make you mad at me."

She gave me a charming smile; " I don't think anything you tell me will make me mad at you, Drew. But go ahead and take a shot."

I sighed, "I have had sex with another person three times, and it was really good sex for me. The other person is Marcie."

"My Marcie?" Katey certainly did look surprised but not horrified or angry at least.

"Don't worry, Katey, she isn't gay. In fact she doesn't even know I've had sex with her."

Katey gave me a dubious look, "In the first place, I don't mind at all. It's perfectly natural for girls to experiment with each other, and you know I think sex between females is lovely. But Marcie not knowing you had sex with her? How is such a thing possible?"

I settled back a little to tell the tale, although Katey hadn't moved and still had her arm around me. "Remember how we three went camping early last summer? You had one tent to yourself and we had a smaller one where we shared a sleeping bag?" I glanced down at Katey's cleavage, for some reason, blinked and brought my eyes back up. "We went wading in that creek and we got our pants wet, so that night we hung our pants and underwear out to dry, and we slept commando, as it were, together in the sleeping bag. Like spoons, only I was the naughty spoon - the one in the rear."

Katey smiled and I knew she was looking at the image in her mind, "Do please go on," she murmured in a throaty voice and looking more at my body than my face.

I shrugged, "I guess the closeness and warmth or whatever made me really horny, so I eased my left leg over her and pressed my groin against her bottom. You know how soundly she sleeps, and well, I started to move against her, trying to be real gentle and slow, you know? And she didn't so much as twitch, so I rubbed and rubbed against her until I had an orgasm, just like with a pillow, only it was warmer and sexier. Since then, she always goes to bed without panties, so I've taken advantage of her twice more since then." I felt myself blush, knowing how awful I sounded.

Surprisingly, Katey looked quite amused, "And she never moves at all?"

If anything my blush deepened, "Well, just a little, kind of like cuddling in her sleep is all. She pushes her bottom against me a little sometimes..."

Katey actually giggled, "Tell me Drew, do you think I wear evening dresses every night?"

I shrugged, truly bewildered now, "Yeah, I guess I thought that. I always see you that way. But what has..."

Katey gave me a quick kiss, "No, sweetie, I only wear evening gowns for you. Marcie thinks it's a really funny joke. And I know for a fact that Marcie wears panties in bed every night. I go to check on her at night sometimes. She has usually kicked the covers off and the light from the hallway gives me a good look, and she is always wearing panties, but maybe she does take them off when you come over. You always share her bed right?"

"Well of course, she only has the one bed in her room," I said, suddenly feeling na‹ve and realizing with horror that Marcie had actually been awake every time.

"And Marcie is an only child who always sleeps alone, so she has no cuddling in her sleep instincts," Katey went on in a kindly but relentless voice, "And believe me, she doesn't sleep THAT soundly. Since she goes to bed especially early when you are here and sleeps without her panties when you are over, don't you think it likely that Marcie likes what you do to her?" Katey smiled in a thoughtful way, "Hmm, I'm willing to bet that she likes it very much, Drew."

I was blushing again, and feeling really stupid, but like a dope, I had to ask, "You really think so? Are you sure? And you don't mind?"

Katey gave me the loveliest smile, "Of course I'm sure, sweet Drew. You just go on up there and give her a good fucking, and when you're done, you just tell her in a quiet whisper, 'Marcie would you like to do me now?' I'll bet you anything she is just hoping for the chance to fuck you back." She sighed wistfully and put her hand on my breast and gave me a gentle squeeze, "I would dearly love to watch the two of you - My God, what a sexy image that presents! But you can tell me all about it next weekend."

Her hand was still on my breast and she tweaked my nipple between the base of her fingers, making it hard and giving me a thrill that shot down to my clitoris. Then she gave me a long sexy kiss, still massaging my lucky right breast. In a husky voice she murmured, "Go on now, Drew. You go have some fun, and don't forget to tell me about every detail next weekend. Okay?"

I reached up and put my hand on her right breast, not believing I was doing such an impulsive thing, I felt her breast up with my hand and whispered, "I don't know if I can tear myself away from you Katey." And this time I initiated the kiss, and we both kept each other's hands on our breasts.

"Please go on," she whispered back, "I'm dying to make myself come, and I plan to do that right away, thinking about what you and Marcie will be doing upstairs."

"Oooo," I gave a plaintive little moan, "Couldn't I just watch you do that first?"

"You'll see that and much more next weekend, sweet Drew." She promised me seriously, "But please go and have fun now. Really, enjoy it, and let Marcie enjoy it, too."

I got up on shaky legs and not from the wine. I walked out of the room without looking back, before I could reduce myself to begging - that is, more begging. Walking up the stairs, I thought of when I had asked Marcie about why she had started sleeping without panties, and she'd said something about the sense of freedom giving her sweet dreams. That meant something different now that I realized the true context. On one level, I was horrified that my friend had known that I was taking advantage of her, but on a deeper level, I was terrifically excited by her lying there, letting me fuck her, and knowing that she liked it.

I opened the door to her room, and sure enough, the light from the hallway clearly illuminated Marcie sprawled on her bed, her blond hair hiding her face as she slept on her tummy. Just as clearly I could see the pale globes of her bikini pale bottom, naked with her pussy somewhat exposed from the rear. I studied her shapely, tanned legs, and the light-brown furred cleft under her bottom. She was also wearing a tee-shirt that had ridden halfway up her back. She looked very sexy and incredibly inviting.

I closed the door behind me as I entered the room and noticed how brightly the moonlight from the window illuminated the bed. I could still see Marcie clearly even before my eyes had started to adjust to the darkness. I peeled off my shorts and dampened panties and slipped my tee-shirt over my head, dropping them on the floor as I climbed into bed. As gently as I could, I eased Marcie's tee-shirt over her head and arms. I know it woke her up, but she pretended to sigh and collapse back down on her tummy with minimum movement.

I'd never stripped her before and I knew she must have been wondering about it, unless she had really slipped back into sleep. I supposed that was possible, but as I lied down, partly on top of her, my naked body snuggling to her naked back, I heard her breath catch ever so briefly when my naked nipples touched her. I eased my left leg over her legs and pressed my groin against the smooth warm flesh of her buttocks, pressed my breasts to her back and kissed her on the back of the neck. I began fucking motions with my hips, slowly and gently, grinding my pussy against her ass. I was already very aroused of course, and very wet, quickly lubricating the silky flesh of her firm bottom.

As I began to fuck against her more firmly, I showered her neck and shoulders with kisses. Her bottom squirmed a bit against me, and I mounted her, straddling her bottom between my thighs and fucking into the center of her bottom the way a man would mount a woman from the rear. I straightened my back, spread my legs and used my hands to spread her cheeks so that my pussy was pushing against her asshole and the base of her cunt. I could feel the juice from my pussy making her asshole slick and wet. As I came, my mind seemed to float away on some foam crusted wave that swept through me. I let Marcie hear me softly moan at my extreme pleasure.

Slowly I collapsed forward just enough so my nipples dragged across her back and I whispered, "I just love fucking you, Marcie."

In a clearly enunciated whisper, she answered, "If you only knew how much I love it when you do that."

"So fuck me back," I whispered kissing the back of her neck again, "Take me any way you like." I felt so close to her at that moment and so grateful to her that I took a serious risk and added, "I'll do anything you want me to just to make you feel good." I didn't think I was ready to go down on another girl yet, but if that was what she asked from me, I would do it and do my best. It's honestly not that I would mind getting a little stinky faced - that doesn't gross me out. I guess I was most worried that I might do it and like it too much. I hadn't really thought through the possibility that I certainly seemed to be bisexual, and maybe lesbian. I was certainly thinking about it now, and struggling to concentrate on lust instead of panic.

As I rolled off of her, she turned toward me. She eased her body on top of mine, and when I felt her knee nudging between my thighs, I spread my legs for her. She settled on me so her breasts were touching mine and I could feel her pussy pressing my hip and her thigh pressing against my pussy. She raised her self just enough so our breasts were barely touching in an incredibly titillating way and began to rock her hips slowly, massaging her pussy against my upper thigh and hip.

She stayed that way, gently and slowly fucking herself against me, her thigh pressing sweetly against my own groin, and she whispered, "Don't think I didn't hear what you said, and if you ever say it again, I WILL ask you to eat my pussy." With that her face, which hovered close over mine, sank until our lips barely touched, her breasts pressing more firmly against mine. "Drew, this feels so good," she whispered and kissed me softly. I opened my lips and she flicked at my tongue with hers. She moaned pressing herself harder against my hip, and I wrapped my left leg around her, pulling her thigh harder against my own pussy.

Her thigh was getting deliciously slippery from my wetness, and my hip was getting slippery from hers. The smells from our pussies seemed to fill the air with an exotic perfume. We stopped kissing as we both began to pant and squirm against each other, with Marcie giving tiny almost inaudible grunts with her thrusts. I'm not sure who started to come first, but we locked tighter together and kept thrusting, both of us trying to keep our moaning quiet. I don't know why it made a difference, but there was something so powerful about Marcie and I having sex together, instead of just me coming by myself, that made it the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and it seemed to go on and on forever. Afterwards we still lay curled up and wrapped around each other, kissing and cuddling each other oh so sweetly. I felt like I was in Heaven, even though there was a little celestial sweat between us. Honest sex sweat felt good, too.

"Wow," I whispered finally. Marcie was casually kissing my breasts and giving little sucks on my nipples, "Now I know why people want to have sex so much. That was just fantastic!"

"I think my pussy is too sore to do any more fucking again tonight," murmured Marcie, "but I am still pretty horny. Are you?"

"Well your kissing my breasts is sorta keeping me horny," I giggled. "But I'm a little sore too. Maybe we should just go to sleep." I added reasonably, "We can always spend the night together again soon." I thought a moment and had to ask, "Marcie, you have had sex with three different boys, at least that you've told me about. Does having sex with me change how you feel about that?"

She didn't answer for several moments, and when she did, I could tell she was seriously thinking about it, "I'm not sure. I mean, I loved having sex with boys even though they didn't seem real good at it, but I am sure there are men who are good at sex and maybe even boys who are." She paused again, "I think I just had more fun with you than all those times though, so I don't know. Do you think I should give up boys?"