Learning More About My Friend Ch. 01

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Amazing what you discover about some friends.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 11/06/2008
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"Alrighty, I'm going to head out." I said getting up from Mary's couch, rubbing my eyes from watching the tv for so long.

"I'll stop by tomorrow, probably around 3."

"Okay, bring your swimsuit, it's supposed to be really hot tomorrow, and I'm definitely going to be spending most of it in the pool." She wrapped her arms around me to hug me. It's always great to feel her petite body in my arms, able to lift her and carry her with ease, if I wanted.

"Goodnight, sexy stuff" I said as I jokingly slapped her ass. I'm not sure when it started, but it was kind of acceptable to slap her ass as a joke, and I certainly didn't mind getting my hand on that ass in any way I could.

I got in my car as I saw the light come on in her bedroom. I only knew that was her bedroom by the position of the window in the house, I had never been allowed to see it. I found this odd as we have been friends for years, but yet I was never allowed to see her room, parents home or not. I thought once we hit college that maybe it wouldn't matter as much, but still I was not allowed to see her room.

The shades were tightly drawn, and I could only imagine what a beautiful sight lay behind them, as surely she was changing for bed. I had so often wondered what she looked like naked. I would steal long glances at her when she was in a bathing suit or wearing a sexy outfit, but, overall, she would dress pretty conservatively, which did nothing but drive my curiosity that much more.

Mary is quite the petite cutie. She's short, can't be more than 5'2", with beautiful brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. She has a wonderfully taught stomach, evidence of her daily exercise routine, which leads to her curvy hips. But the feature of her's that fascinates me the most, is her chest. Staying with the petite frame, her chest is small, probably somewhere between an A and B cup. I have always loved women with smaller chests, something about their firm and perky nature just draws me towards them. However, oddly enough, I have never had a small chested girlfriend. Actually, I have never been with anyone below a C cup. However, Mary sees her small chest as a negative instead of a positive. I have tried in the past to suggest that she should be proud of them, and actually flaunt it a little. Repeatedly I have tried to convince her that she can actually get more attention on her chest if she simply went without a bra and wore a tight shirt.

Nevertheless, her shades are drawn tight, and I'm certainly not going to get to see anything tonight.

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The Next Day.

I've spent most of the morning trying to get some yard work done, but the summer heat and humidity is starting to get to be too much for me. I head inside, shower, and make some lunch for myself. Even just sitting in the house is uncomfortable in this weather, so I figure, I might as well head over to Mary's place two hours early, she said she'll be in the pool most of the day anyway. I change into my swimsuit and head out the door.

I get to her house and ring the doorbell. I wait to see her bounce down the stairs, hopefully in her bikini. Her chest may be small, but I've definitely seen some movement out of them when she's moving around quickly. I ring the doorbell again, trying not to focus too much on my daydream since swim trunks don't hide excitement too well.

Hmm, still no answer. Well I know she is here since her car is the only one in the driveway, and she couldn't have taken her parents car because they are on vacation this week. I guess she's out back at the pool, it's hard to hear the bell from back there, plus, she wasn't expecting me for a while yet. I head around the side of the house to the door in the tall wooden fence. I can hear some water splashing around; she's definitely in the pool. I see that there's a small hole, almost perfectly at my eye level, so I peak through to see if she's back there. I can see a little radio on a table next to one of the lounge chairs next to the pool which has a towel on it. I can only see about five feet of the pool from this angle, but I can see the waves in the water, she must be doing laps. She has to maintain that taught tummy somehow, I guess. Just as I go to reach over the gate door to unlatch it and head on in, I suddenly do a double take when I see something hanging on the arm of the lounge. That looks a lot like a bikini top!

There's no way! I mean, she's always so proper and shy about her body, she couldn't be topless. The girl always wears a bra, even though I don't think she needs it half the time, and would love it if she went without, I think she even wears one to bed. Would she really go swimming topless? On the other hand, why shouldn't she? She's the only one home, so there isn't any fear of her parents catching her. And what woman doesn't try to avoid tan lines. Plus, the tall wooden fence and tall shrubs around her yard block the view from any neighbor. Hell, if it were my place, I'd swim naked!

My internal debate is interrupted by some water splashing up from the pool onto the cement. Mary's head and arms suddenly appear out of the water, as she slows her stroke and grabs onto the edge of the pool. Her back is slightly towards me as her right hand is grasping the curved cement edge of the pool. There is nothing covering her back at all, not a string, not a tie around her neck, nothing. Mary lets go of the edge of the pool and tilts her head back into the water, as she rises up again, tracing her hands from her forehead, tight to her scalp, pressing water out as her hands move towards the back of her head, smoothing her brown hair down, appearing almost black when it is wet. Her thumbs gently catch her hair to make sure it falls over her ears, and help mold her mane into a water-locked ponytail, dropping it just over her right shoulder. I watch intently as some water drips from her hairline and flows down the back of her neck, making its own path between her tanned shoulder blades, finally touching down and reuniting with the pool water.

There is something about the nude back of a fit female that I have always found exceptionally attractive. Maybe it is the movement of the back muscles as they tense and relax in any little movement she makes. Just moving one arm can cause an elaborate wave of movement as the bones shift, the muscles tense, and the skin stretches tight. Perhaps it is also the idea that the nude back implies that there is nothing covering the front of her body. The anticipation, the possibility, that, should she just turn around, her feminine form would be displayed before me. Whatever the reasons, my excitement was being strained against the fabric of my swim trunks as I peered in through the fence. Thankfully, the side of the house is also well shielded from view by the tall bushes that follow around the house, so there was no chance of anyone seeing me and calling the cops about a peeping tom with a giant erection.

Mary turned her body as she now placed both hands, palms down, onto the edge of the pool, and maybe it was the excitement of what was about to be revealed to me, but everything suddenly seemed to be in slow motion. Her body dipped slightly lower into the water, part of her ponytail dipping into the water and fanning out as her arm muscles began to tighten up as she slowly lifted her body up and out of the water. The water seemed to resist letting go of her body as some of the water around her seemed to hold on to her as long as it could, creating almost a waterfall off of her skin. Her pert breasts burst out of the water, quivering with the sudden movement. Her nipples beginning to stiffen against the air, small beads of water dripping off of their tips. Her amazingly flat stomach came into view next. Absolutely astonishing that a stomach could be so attractive with the skin taught from her breasts down to the top edge of her bikini bottoms. As Mary pulled her way out of the water, she spun so that her curved bottom would land on the edge. When she hit down, her small breasts elongated towards the ground for just a moment, before like a rubber band, they bounced back up; they didn't take long to regain their shape, but watching the ripples of her breasts was breathtaking.

Mary pulled her feet up below her, stood up, and took a few small steps to the edge of the lounge chair. Each step caused a small bounce to travel through her breasts as I also watched her legs tense with each step, seeing her tone muscles all the way up to her ass. She stopped and brought her hands up to fix her hair again. As her arms raised into the air, her firm breasts lifted slightly. The skin pulled her breasts tighter to her ribs, flattening them minutely. The water gleamed off of her beautiful breasts, and some droplets followed the glorious curves and then fell towards the ground. After fixing her hair, she reached her index fingers underneath the fabric of bikini bottoms in the back, and pulled the fabric out, lifting it slightly away from her skin to reposition it on her firm ass. She then brought her hands around to the front of them and once again slid her fingers underneath to stretch out the fabric. From the profile view of her, I could see just a little bit of her skin as she stretched out the bikini down and between her legs. I couldn't see much of the skin as she did this, but I definitely noted that I didn't catch sight of much of any pubic hair. It's very possible she shaves, as those bikinis can't hide much.

My excitement from watching her was beginning to reach painful levels as my dick chaffed against the liner of my swim trunks. Well, I'm well hidden from sight, so I might as well fully enjoy my view. I pulled my drawstring and lowered my trunks down to my ankles; my penis springing free and happily bouncing in the open air. I swear I could break down the gate with my own personal ramming rod. My excitement also increased by the exhibitionist feel of standing exposed in someone's yard in the middle of the day. A slight breeze sent small tingles along the length of my now exposed shaft, I couldn't help but imagine it was the warm breath of Mary. But now wasn't the time to imagine another fantasy, one was actually happening just behind my private peep hole. As I moved my eye back to the right angle, I firmly grasped my thick member, and slowly started stroking.

Mary had picked up her towel and was drying her back with the towel stretched behind her as she slowly pulled it from side to side. This caused her breasts to sway back and forth, the fat beneath the skin slightly shifting towards her side and then back towards her cleavage. She pulled the towel around the front of her and dabbed at her face, and then slid the towel down her chest. I watched as the tops of her breasts now peaked out above the moving towel. Her breasts pushed against her ribcage, causing them to spread out slightly, as though they were in a wonderful corset. As she moved downward, her breasts finally popped back up above the towel, too pert and firm to stay compressed. The towel crossed along her stomach that a fitness instructor would be jealous of, and she started to dry the front of her bikini bottoms. As she rubbed the material, it stretched and pulled in different directions.

At some points, the material would shift to the side slightly, revealing much paler skin below, skin that the sun rarely got a chance to see. The material seemed to be playing a game with me, seeming to just give me the slightest of peaks, never pulling far enough to see her tender lips, hiding just millimeters away from the edge. However, it did answer one question for me: there was no hair covering that briefly exposed skin. I was very much enjoying this site, and I didn't seem to be the only one as I realized that she was rubbing the towel longer than it would take to dry that small piece of fabric. But perhaps there was some added moisture that was preventing it from drying completely.

Mary slowly lifted her right leg and placed it onto the lounge chair, her ass now pointing towards me, as she trailed the towel around to the right side of her womanly hips. The towel continued flowing to her sensuous thighs, wrapping around her athletic calves and ending at her small feet with red nail polish glistening at their tips. As she was bending over to dry her toes, her small breasts now forming almost perfect triangles, with the apex her beautiful nipples. I saw a small bead of water run down the side of her right breast, gaining speed with each centimeter, and following the soft curve and stopping briefly on her nipple, before it plummeted down to splash on her muscular thigh. From this angle, the material of her bikini bottoms were pulled tighter against her womanhood, peering out from between her beautiful ass. I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to come up behind her, pull her bottoms down, and plunge into her warm, moist flower. This idea shot some pre-cum out onto my hand, my most primal of reactions to the idea of sex. I rubbed the pre-cum around on the head of my penis, sending shivers through me as Mary changed over to her left leg.

Finished with drying herself, Mary laid the towel across the lounge chair and reached for her sun tan oil. She placed some oil in her hands, rubbing them together, as she placed her right leg back up onto the chair. She started at her foot, her slick hands curving around her ankle and calve, moving around in an intricate twisting and overlapping pattern that was absolutely hypnotic. This amazing ballet of her hands continued up her thigh, her right hand dipping low, underneath her leg, then continuing up, following the taught curve of her ass. Her fingertips sneaking underneath the bright yellow material. Her hand continued to follow the edge of her bikini and came back around the top of her leg. She lowered her right leg, placed more oil in her hand as she repeated the process on her left leg. However, this time, when her one hand was obviously following up her ass as it had before, I noticed that her other hand was making small circles in it's path along her inner thigh. As her hand came up from behind, it continued along the inside edge of the fabric, but following it down the front. Her eyes closed, and I thought I saw a slight shiver in her body.

I felt my balls tightening, the excitement of this sight and the realization that Mary was on the edge of pleasuring herself in front of my eyes. My whole manhood was pulsating, getting close to its peak. I immediately clenched my muscles, holding back an explosion, as I had a feeling this was not going to get any less exciting, and I didn't want a quick release when holding it could make for one so much more spectacular. It was difficult to not let go just at that moment since every time I shut my eyes, I could see those marvelously perky exposed breasts and her hands dancing on her body. After several moments I was able to get past it, and returned to my visual delight, now that I had avoided the absolute peak.

Mary had moved onto the lounge chair, her arms now shiny from the oil as her hands were up by her shoulders, applying more sun tan oil. Her hands slid across her entire front, her breasts bouncing quickly back to their place after her hands oh so briefly changed their shape. Her hands dipped into the top of her bikini bottoms, probably about three or five inches down. From this profile, I could see her fingernails beneath the fabric, the fabric angling down from her nails trying to touch back down to her most delicate of areas. Her hands didn't linger long though, they were continuing their smooth, nonstop motion back up her midsection, giving a slick shine to her beautifully flat stomach, drawing back up to her cleavage. Her hands started to dance across her breasts as she leaned completely back into the lounge chair. Her breasts were flowing back and forth as they were manipulated, every possible patch being thoroughly covered in oil, glistening in the midday sun. Mary's eyes were closed, her head making ever-so-small movements side to side as she continued to enjoy the slippery hands skating across her breasts. Her thumbs and index fingers came together and pinched the tips of her nipples, her face tightening, and, if I didn't know better, I could swear that when her lips parted, I could hear a small moan escape. She started to grasp more at her breasts, but the slickness of the oil would cause them to slide out of her hands, making her grasp more and more at them, her nipples often ending up being squeezed between her fingers. After a while, her right hand started to slide from her right breast, down into her cleavage, and, fingers out-stretched, slid down towards her bellybutton, briefly playing with her bellybutton ring before continuing down. I held my breath as her glossy red nails lifted the elastic edge, and her fingers started to disappear into the yellow fabric, more and more, diving down, until the top edge of the fabric was now resting on her wrist. My breath stuttered out as Mary arched her back up off of the chair, her head pushing back causing her breasts to look even more pert and desirable, if that was even possible.

Her hand pleasuring her womanly folds was lifting the fabric up off of her body, and, from my angle, I could now see a small patch of pubic hair. The sun shining through the yellow fabric made her pubic hair appear as though it were blonde. The sunlight was not only illuminating her small patch of pubic pride, it was glistening across her entire body. Even in the bright midday light, she was not holding anything back as she was dipping into her honey pot. Why should she, for all she knew, she was all by herself, which was evidenced as her right hand pulled back out of her bathing suit, shiny with her own juices, and quickly pulled at the ties along the sides of the small suit. She grasped at the top of it, and arched her back, lifting her beautiful ass off of the chair, and flinging the two small yellow triangles into the air, not caring where they landed.

To my utter surprise, it was not the yellow fabric that made her pubic hair appear blonde, they WERE blonde! This shy little minx was actually a natural blonde. She chose to disguise her wild side by dying her hair a more plain brown. Her golden locks were now exposed to the sunlight, reflecting sparkles of it back as they were wet with her juices.

She quickly laid her body back down on the chair, and her hand once again, but with an increased pace, trailed down towards her warm folds; starting at her bellybutton, down the flat, almost concave, edge of her stomach, only to curve slightly upwards along her mons pubis, her fingernails combing through her only un-dyed hair that lay on top it. Her left hand still worked away at her tiny tits, squeezing and pulling them in all different directions. Every once in a while she would roll one of her nipples between her fingers. Although the side of her thigh now blocked my view, I could tell that her right hand was encircling her clitoris.

She must have found a sweet spot because her head suddenly turned towards me and she let out a heavy moan. It was almost as if she was aiming her moan at me, as though it were my fingers bringing her such pleasure. And oh how I wish it were my hands running all along her body, seeking out all of the places that made her moan and pant and squirm. If only it were her small delicate hands that were pumping away hard on my own throbbing sex.

Mary's pace seemed to steadily increase as she continued, and her head was occasionally tossing back and forth. I watched as her right hand moved lower, and I could only assume she was plunging her digits into her lovely cunt. As she did this, her left hand pinched onto one of her nipples and pulled up, away from her body. She kept pulling farther and farther away, stretching the skin of her breast to its limit before the nipple slipped from her fingers and snapped back into place. Mary let out a sound that was a mix between a quick scream and a moan. It seems Mary really enjoys a little rough nipple play, since her other hand was moving around much faster now. Her pace kept increasing as her other hand was grabbing and pulling at her breasts, almost kneading them since her fingers were once again covered in the tanning lotion and couldn't get a good enough grip on them. Her back arched and lifted off of the chair as she let out several short sexy grunts, her head moving violently from side to side, her toes curling over and almost gripping onto the lounge chair. My last girlfriend had never shown so many signs that she was having an orgasm, but it was beautiful to see Mary's display, it almost felt like she knew I was behind the fence watching her and was playing it up. Her back collapsed back down onto the chair, her breasts heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. She lifted her left hand up to her head to get some of her very convincing brunette hair out of her face, the edge of her hairline now damp with sweat.

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