A Favour for a Friend

Taking my time, my hand inched around her hip, stroking over the bone, and across to a spot directly below her navel. Gently, my fingers explored downwards, coming first to soft, dense hair. I carefully teased my fingers through it, curious to establish its extent. Less than I expected: it was trimmed to a narrow strip.

Onwards, my fingertips delved, finding the sensitive cleft. Delicately, I nudged the hood of her buried clit, and a gasp broke from Nat, her eyes screwed shut as I kissed her mouth and face, concentrating on the sensations from her pussy. Downwards, I ran a finger gently along her nether lip, and her legs spread apart, granting me access. I rested my hand on her, palm over her mound, and the tips of my middle fingers carefully nudging apart her lips to find her wet centre.

"Seems perfect, and totally normal, to me, Nat," I commented.

"Really?" she asked, opening her eyes to regard me warily.

"Definitely," I affirmed. "Haven't found anything I don't expect. Well, that's not true, I didn't expect you to have trimmed hair, actually."

Nat chuckled. "Nice to surprise you a little. It's because of the physiotherapy. Hair poking out isn't a look I want. Anyway, what do we do now?"

I thought, gauging, while my fingers tenderly explored her.

"You seem more...relaxed than you could be. Let's play here, for a bit, then perhaps go through to your bed?"

"Sounds good," said Natalie, taking my shaft in her hand once more, and pulling me in for another embrace. As she familiarized herself with my cock, I slickened a finger on her wetness, and circled her clit. Nat's back arched as she pressed against me, and she moaned slightly. I began to get her measure, and continued rubbing her nub slowly but surely. Natalie's arousal continued to build, and her hand on my shaft lost some of its coordination, her attention focussing now on the new sensations in her loins. I edged a second hand between her thighs, searching for the entrance to her cunny. I found it, resting one finger at the introitus. Carefully, I sank the tip into her passage. Natalie gasped, her hand clutching at me, and her breathing roughened. Barely two inches in her, I could feel the tightness of her pussy on that single digit, as I worked her clit.

Natalie shuddered as an orgasm ran through her, her hips bucking against my invading fingers, and her head going back slightly with a long, drawn out moan. I immediately slowed my finger, maintaining only minimal pressure on the now-sensitive nub, and carefully edged out of her pussy.

Nat's breathing gradually settled, and she blinked at me as she focused her sight.

"Heck," came a rare profanity, "That alone was something."

"I'm surprised you came so easily, actually; I'm not...you know, we've not practiced, as it were."

Natalie blushed. "I never said I had no experience, Matt: I can get myself off, and you clearly know what you're doing."

"Thanks," I grinned. "Now, are you ready to try properly, do you think?"

"I...yes, I think so."

I grinned, encouragingly, as I stood, then leant over to pick her up. This, at least, was something we were both accustomed to, though normally with more clothes. I slid an arm under her knees, and one behind her back, as Natalie wrapped her arms round me. She grinned as I lifted her, and my erect cock bumped into her arse.

"That's not usually a problem!"

"Well, you can hardly blame me, with a naked pretty girl in my arms. Actually, you'd probably be offended if I wasn't hard, wouldn't you?"

Nat smiled at the compliment, and didn't contradict me, as I made our way to her bedroom. She'd left the covers folded back, and I laid her down on one side, and lay beside her. Nat traced a random shape over my chest, her hand working lower, and eventually reacquainting her with my erection.

"I guess you don't just stuff it in, do you?" she asked.

"That would be rude, I think. No, not quite, though that was one reason for before. There's a few ways we can do this, though, and I don't know what you'd prefer. I think me going on top would make you feel squashed, and it might be painful for your legs to have me lying between them, pushing them apart. If you go on top, you'll be able to control the entry; but it'll be hard work on your legs. The alternative is to lie on your side, with me spooning you from behind. I can help prop your leg up, so it should be fairly comfortable. What do you think?"

Natalie ran a fingertip over the flared rim of my cock's head, thinking. "That sounds sensible. Are you ready? Do we have to do anything first?"

"Yeah, I'm ready: sorry, I don't get longer or harder," I smiled, "and you've already got contraception covered. The only thing is whether you have any lube: that'd help, I expect."

"No time like the present, then," Nat grinned back, rolling onto her side, "Try the second drawer, I thought it might be handy." I fished around, marvelling at her preparation, and found it. I applied a good squirt to my shaft, leaving some on my fingers. Lying back behind Natalie, I reached between her thighs, which parted for me, and up to her warm pussy. With my slippery fingers, I slicked between her lips, and grabbed my cock. Shuffling up on the bed, I positioned the head at the entrance to her cunny.

"Ready?"

"Mm-hmm."

As slowly as I could force myself, I pressed the bulging head of my cock against her virgin orifice. With infinitesimal speed, I pushed forward, and my glans slipped into the tight, warm grip of her passage. A small grunt came from Natalie.

"Keep going," she murmured.

I did so, slowly pressing on, until half my length was buried in her snug embrace. Almost as slowing, I pulled back out, wondering at the exquisite friction on my cock. I started forward again, and got almost entirely into Nat, before sliding myself nearly free. As she relaxed, Natalie's cunny stretched to accommodate my length and girth, and after a few careful strokes, I was sunk balls-deep into her. I paused, and kissed the back of her head.

"You ok?"

"Yes. Don't take this the wrong way—it feels bigger than it is."

"I'll try not to take offence," I said, lightly, "This position comfortable, then?"

"Yes," she reassured me, "I'm fine. Could you...touch me from there? I think I could come again."

It was my pleasure to reach round and probe between her lips to locate her clitoris. I started to unhurriedly plunge my cock into her, as I rubbed her clit with a circling motion. Conscious that, this first time, a marathon fuck was unlikely to be something Nat enjoyed, I my own climax start to build. The slow, leisurely pace was off-set by her warm, compact cunt clasping my cock, and the increasing tempo of Natalie's breathing. She twisted at the waist, enabling us to kiss once more. Though moving carefully and relatively slowly, I was, nonetheless, sinking my full length into her freshly deflowered pussy with every stroke.

Combined with the finger on her clit, and the tender embrace, Natalie hurtled towards a fresh climax. Recognizing the unmistakable signs that she was about to come, I let my own orgasm approach in sympathy, and as her hips shuddered I thrust resolutely into her core, over and again, until the explosion in my own pelvis echoed hers. With a gasp, my seed flooded out of me, driven into the depth of her cunt.

With the intensity of the sensation, neither of us spoke for long moments, my hips rocking as I moved my shaft but an inch within her.

"Oh, Matt," purred Nat, "That was...much better than I thought. Thank you."

I returned the deep, affectionate kiss, and stroked her slim body. She rolled, slightly clumsy, to lie on her side facing me. She smiled, and stretched.

"You'll be stiff and sore in the morning," I warned her.

"I know, but it was worth it. I know you were expecting to sleep in the guest room, but would you like to stay here tonight? I don't think I snore."

I recognized that the joke covered her uncertainty in asking, and knew it mattered to her. Besides, I never object to sleeping alongside a pretty girl, so my answer was immediate and sincere.

"I'd love to. Elbow me if I squash you, though, yeah?"

"That's fair," she allowed, snuggling up to me and resting her head on my chest. "Sleep well, then. And thank you, again."

I chuckled. "No problem: I really enjoyed doing you that favour. Thank you for asking me: I know I was uncertain."

The post-coital drowsiness meant I fell asleep quickly. I woke, briefly, at about four, finding myself spooning Nat's naked body once again. From her breathing, she seemed to sleep, so I tucked my arm softly round her, and went back to sleep.

When I woke, I found myself alone: in an unusual bed, I was, momentarily, disoriented. As I reflected and remembered, a concern grew. I knew Natalie often woke early, needing little sleep, but what if unhappiness underpinned her absconding. I'd greatly enjoyed the previous night, and the new flowering of our relationship, born of the trust she'd had in me. But what if that wasn't how she felt?

I lie, silently, and wondered, listening carefully for any signs of life elsewhere in the flat. I made out the sound of Natalie singing, and relaxed. While musical, Nat can't sing, going flat within bars, and so she'll only sing in private, rarely, and—I was sure—not if she was having second thoughts about last night.

Sure enough, after a few more minutes, Natalie came through, carrying two mugs, and wearing a t-shirt and a smile. I smiled back, relieved.

"Sorry I got up without you; you know I wake up early," Nat apologised. "Coffee by way of apology?" she asked, offering me one.

"Thanks," I said, gratefully taking it. "I worried you'd done a runner, then realised you'd never sleep this late."

Natalie sat on the edge of the bed, next to me.

"Now, why would you think that," she asked with a grin, her eyes twinkling over her mug, "sfter you so kindly helped me out?"

"It can't claim it was utterly selfless," I pointed out, "I had fun, too."

"Good," said Nat. She took another sip of her drink, then put it down on the bed-side table. "Because I don't think I'm done with you."

Before I could respond (or, even, process her meaning), she'd pulled her t-shirt over her head. Naked underneath, my eyes ran over her slight frame, hunger suddenly flooding through me, as my cock twitched to life. Natalie reached over, and pulled back the cover. Her eyes fixed on mine as she deliberately took hold of my swelling shaft, and deliciously exposed the sensitive head. Her fingertip ran along the length of the underside as she spoke.

"Having got the...awkwardness of my first time out of the way, I want to try a couple of other things. Partly, I admit, because I actually enjoyed things, and I'd like to. Partly I want to find out what other positions work for me."

She looked at my now-rigid shaft.

"It appears you wouldn't mind?" she grinned.

I laughed. "No, I couldn't claim to, and I don't. If that's what you'd like, I'd love to."

In response, Nat leant over to kiss me, deeply, with a smile.

"Can you help me get on top, then?"

With hands steadying her at hip and shoulder, I helped Natalie straddle me, so that she sat on my stomach. She reached forward to take some of her weight on her arms, as I reached into the gap between us to help position myself. Looking down to see what I was doing, Nat shifted herself carefully so that the head of my cock nestled between the cleft of her lips. Rock-still, I waited as she slowly edged the flared head into her cunt. It took an effort not to respond to the heat of that tight grip with an answering thrust, but I let Natalie control the rate of the transfixion. Her pussy was tight, so tight, but wet, and I knew she'd been planning this before she came through. A hiss came from the slender girl as she sank my shaft deep into her cunny, then a small smile as she crammed the last of me in.

"I rather like being here, you know," she said, thoughtfully, "But I'm not sure how practical it is."

Experimentally, Nat lifted herself, coming half off me, before sinking back down.

"No, I couldn't do that many times," she admitted, "It's too much effort."

"Hang on," I said, "and we'll see if I can help, if you like it there." I levered myself up, one arm behind me, and the other holding Natalie's waist. "Can you wrap your legs and arms round me?"

I helped her do so, her legs stiff, and put my hands under her arse. Natalie weighs very little, a combination, I think, of genetics, a small appetite, and her condition. It was easy to lift her as I repositioned my own legs to give me some leverage. Then, by combining a drop of my pelvis with a lift of hers, I created a slow rhythm of thrusts. As my penis filled her passage, Natalie gave a little moan, enjoying the ride.

"That's good," she murmured. "Isn't it a lot of work for you, though?"

"A bit," I agreed, "but there's not a lot of you. However, I don't have a hand free to touch you with."

Nat blushed. "I could spare one myself...that's something I do know how to do!"

Burying her face in my neck, Natalie reached to the junction between us, and I could feel her hand finding, and delving into the fold of her pudenda. Unsurprisingly, she had immediate effect on herself, and I could feel her hips rock slightly to help me. I maintained a gentle pace of thrusts, slowly impaling Nat, and then withdrawing from her tight grasp.

Nat lifted her face, her eyes bright.

"That'll do: it's still not great for my legs. Can I try lying on my back, instead?"

"Of course. I don't want to squash you, though. Can you try lying back from where you are?"

Agreeing, I helped Natalie lower herself onto the bed, taking the opportunity to admire her body as it stretched before me. One hand still reached for her clitoris, a circling fingertip dancing over the nub, and the other rested on my knee, poking out aside her waist. Nat could now straighten her legs somewhat, as I still supported her pelvis. However, I could bring more speed now, and watched, spellbound, as my shaft began to thrust deep into her with every stroke, disappearing between Natalie's lips to fill her. Transfixed, Nat's head tilted back, and little gasps began to come. I concentrated on the sensation of her sheathing me, and the sight of lithe body beneath me; her narrow waist, small pert tits with erect nipples, and a tell-tale flush across her sternum, and the sea of dark hair beneath her head. She grinned back at me.

"This is much better, Matt," she confirmed, "I think slightly flexed legs is good. And much as I'd happily stay here, and let you, er, screw me silly, can we move? I don't know how long I can kneel for, but could we try with you behind me?"

Reluctant, in some ways, to lose my bewitching view, I nonetheless complied. I pulled my slickened cock from Nat's cunny, and she rolled herself over, lifting her arse into the air. From one gorgeous view to another, I took a second to admire her pussy, her neat darkly haired lips framing the slightly splayed lips and pink orifice, and the other still-virgin pucker above. Lining up my cock, I momentarily enjoyed the kiss of her netherlips on my bulbous head, before smoothly lancing her cunny. As my balls came to rest against the top of her cleft, I sighed myself, deep inside my beautiful friend.

"I don't know why, but that angle," said Nat, looking back at me, "is doing something good."

"Sorry to sound technical: it's the anterior wall of the vagina, which has the G-spot in it: I'm probably stimulating it more this way round."

"If you say so," smiled Natalie.

Encouraged, I settled into an even rhythm. My hands on her hips, I was helping Nat keep her balance, and supporting some of her weight. Once we were a bit more settled, though, I ran my right hand up her smooth flank, up to cup her tit. No more than a perfect handful, I gently held her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Nat, moaning softly, pushed herself back onto me, driving me that little bit deeper into her. Returning my hand to support her once more, Natalie collapsed forwards onto her front, both hands buried under her. While one was in her own crotch, she surprised me with fingers questing back to nudge at my balls as they swung below my plunging shaft. The extra stimulation, and Nat's obvious arousal, started me firmly on the track towards climax.

"Before I get carried away, Nat," I began, "is there anything else you want to try?"

"No," came the breathless reply, "This is fine; and as you predicted, I'm a bit stiff and sore."

Honour served, and with Nat's close-fitting cunt clenching around my cock, I needed no further encouragement. Natalie took charge of her own orgasm, and I could feel it building in the arch of her back; the tremors in her hips; and the muffled moans. Fighting to hold on, I tried not to plough the slender girl too roughly, conscious of her delicate, newly deflowered state. As Natalie came, though, her cunny gripped onto me. Pulling back with spasmodic muscles, I sank as far as I could into her twitching passage, her fingers finding and holding my balls beneath her.

I erupted.

Buried full in her, hot seed coursed out of me and into Nat's full-stretched pussy with a long, low moan. My hips rocked slightly, as my instinctive thrusts weakened. As they subsided, and careful not to flatten her, I toppled us gently to the side, my shaft still within her, and cradled Natalie.

"Even better a second time," she whispered, twisting to kiss me. "Thank you for this weekend: it's been fun, and I'm glad I asked, now."