My Bestfriend
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When I was a young man (21) I had a car accident on my way home from college and suffered a spinal injury and it took about a year to recuperate. During that time I withdrew from college and lived at home.
For much of the time I was in a brace of one kind or another, so I couldn’t do much. Fortunately I had a great family and network of friends to keep me somewhat occupied.
One of the things I did was go over to a family friend’s house and play cards and backgammon. Sometimes it was with the k**s of the family (we’d all grown up together), but often it was with the mom, since the k**s were away at school and she always said she was bored. She was a friend of my mom’s (they’d gone to high school together) and lived 2 blocks away. Just the right distance for a little walk to get some air.
Occasionally I’d help her with chores around the house, like dusting or vacuuming. One day she got up on a step stool and ask me to hold on to her, so she wouldn’t lose her balance. This became somewhat playful. I’d, seriously, accidentally brush against her breast and bottom and she’d jokingly tell me not to get any idea. Little did I know, she had ideas of her own.
Deb (her name) was my mom’s age, late 40’s and was a mom. She had a germanic mom body, having had 3 k**s. So she was plump with large breasts and blond hair (which she dyed). She had beautiful full lips, on which she frequently wore red lipstick. I can remember sitting with her, playing backgammon and being captivated by the color of her lips and they way her lips moved as she’d talk to me while we were playing. I had a crush on her. She was funny and we talked about many life subjects while we played our games...and she made me cookies!
I was getting near the end of my recuperation period. I had a soft brace on and was within a few days of getting it off permanently, when one early fall morning she called our house asking if I could come over and help her with some painting. I said, “Sure”, and headed over.
The back door was open when I got there. I walked in and called out. She was in the basement and asked me to close and lock the door. That wasn’t too unusual. She’d left the door open for me, since she knew I was coming, but wanted it locked, since we’d be in the basement, out of earshot if someone else came in.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“Jim took the k**s back up to school. He won’t be back until later tonight.” She replied.
I helped her get the paint out, the rollers, pans and brushes. I stirred up some paint and filled the pans. She showed me the wall in her laundry room we were painting and we got started.
She bent down to start on a corner when I noticed her pants were threatening to show some plumbers crack and I asked, “Are those pants going to stay up? They look pretty loose.”
Then I had one of those non-sequitur moments when she smiled at me and replied, “Well, I don’t have any underwear on.”
“Oh.” I said.
To say I was a naive 21 years old would be a bit of an understatement. Yeah, I wanted sex all the time, but I was pretty blind to the signs and portents of the possibility that something was happening.
We worked a few more minutes when I noticed I was getting some paint spray on my shirt and mentioned it.
“Why don’t you just take it off?” She said.
I wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, but I really didn’t want to get paint on my gray velour sweat shirt. So I doffed it. I stretched to reach up the wall to start rolling when she poked me in the navel and said, “You can take your pants off too. We wouldn’t want to get paint on those either.”
“That’d hardly be fair,” I said, “you’d have more cloths on than me.”
“Easily fixed.” She said, as she pulled down on her jeans and they slipped off around her knees. She then reached around, grabbed the bottom corners of her sweatshirt and pulled it up over her head.
I was stunned. There she stood, gloriously naked. Her breasts jiggling as they fell out of her sweatshirt and her blond (natural) full bush glistening in the dim basement light.
“Your turn!” She said, reaching for the top button of my jeans.
I stood there stunned. My mouth and brain didn’t seem to want to work and I couldn’t seem to move.
She pouted and said, “Well, okay, if you don’t want to...”
“No!” I said, “Wait a sec.” Belt, buttons and zipper seemed to not open fast enough, as I worked as quick as my now seemly sausage sized fingers would work to get my pants off.
I was wearing briefs and my immediate erection was causing a sideways circus tent to form at my crotch.
She’d managed to get her pants the rest of the way off and was standing closer to me when she said, “Well, you still have on more clothing than I do.”
My brain was catching up and I quickly slipped out of my underwear.
“Now,” she said briskly, “we can get started painting.”
As we continued to paint, I remember having a powerful, painful erection. Like a balloon that was blown up to just before the point it would burst. It was stuck out there like a third leg and kept bumping into things, like the washing machine, the wall and her. Bumping into her was almost too much, but I wanted to be a trooper and kept painting.
She maneuvered us several times so that my cock would poke her in the butt, the side and once in the head. This became the side game, bumping into each other.
She’d lean up against my back and stretch over me to ostensibly paint a spot that was missed.
Another time I was painting up high, she was low and my cock head was pushed up against her lovely plump butt cheeks and I could feel her warmth. I froze and she pushed back against me and wiggled her hips. It was about to drive me crazy.
We finished the wall and then I helped her clean up the brushes. We cleaned up each other too. She spotted a couple of spots of paint on me, which she wiped away, and I did the same for her. I was so turned on from touching her body and having her touch mine.
I was standing back up from having bent over to get a spot of paint off of her leg, when she d****d her arms around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the spare bed they have in the basement.
We sat down and she looked me in the eyes and said, “Are you okay?”
I had a lot of emotions running through me, but I was way okay!
I leaned toward her to hug her and she dropped into my arms. I can never forget the feel of her skin, or the smell of her.
She started laying back on the bed and I laid back with her. We were side by side and I was afraid to move. Afraid of breaking the spell. She asked if I wanted to touch her? And with a lot of feeling, I said, “Yes.”
My hands were all over her. Touching her breasts, running the tip of my finger around her aureole, her hips, her bottom, her thighs, her face. We’d kissed and kissed, and I could taste her lipstick on my lips.
She was touching me too and it sent me through a constant steam of shivers and what I would later call a pre-orgasm. Where my stomach and leg muscles would tense up and I’d stretch my arms out, fingers spread, like I was stretching, but an having an overall feeling of pleasure.
She sidled up to me, put her top leg over my top leg, grasped my throbbing erection and placed it up against the opening to her pussy. The head of my leaking cock met the wet opening to her pussy and we slid together like we were puzzle pieces.
First the head and she guided me to take a couple of small strokes before going deeper into her.
Finally I was deep into her and our breathing was ragged. She kissed me and snaked her tongue into my mouth and applied suction, pulling my tongue back into her mouth. It was the first time I’d been kissed quite like that and I liked it!
She kept calming me down, as I was ready to take off like a jack rabbit. She started to roll and said, “Lay on top of me and get as deep as you can.”
Wanting to be the very best lover ever, I complied. Kneeling between her legs and pressing in, I would withdraw a little and try to press deeper, until I felt the head of my cock touch, what I now know was her cervix.
She started to push and pull me, to set the pace. I was in heaven, feeling my cock slip in and out of her.
I’d like to say I fucked her for hours, but I was young and didn’t know much about pace and stimulation. I came for what to her must have been a long time because as my head cleared I could hear her chuckling. “Are you okay?” She said again.
I answered her with a kiss.
She said, “I can’t stay like this for much longer, my legs are starting to shake. Slowly pull out and lay down next to me.”
It was excruciating, pulling out of her. My whole cock was so sensitive it was like a pleasurable pain as I pulled out and lay down beside her.
She took my hand and licked my middle finger and put it down between her legs, guiding my finger into our sticky wetness. As my finger parted her pussy lips and came into contact with her labia, she let out this little sigh, “Ahhh.”
I tentatively stroked along the area and felt her respond, spreading her legs more and rotating her hips towards me. Her tongue became much more active, probing for my tongue and her rate of breathing increased.
I could tell I was in the right spot because her hips pumped towards me as I stroked toward her, and away from me as I pulled my finger back. The tempo picked up as did her breathing, then she said, “There, quicker.”
I could feel the tip of my finger rubbing across the top of her pussy, where I knew the clit was located, so I started going faster and a little firmer. That was apparently the right spot because suddenly her hips started trying to get away from me as her arms pulled me closer.
I stayed with her and she started to groan and grunt with huffing breaths, and she shoved her hips towards me, pinning my hand between us.
I’d never experienced a womans body reacting that way, but I knew she’d cum and it really turned me on. I hadn’t known what to expect, but I knew I liked what had just happened. The way she continued to hold me, told me she did too.
She finally freed my hand and placed it on her ass and kissed me some more.
After a few minutes I felt her twitching and realized she’d fallen asleep. I’d always heard about guys doing that, but I was wide awake. I waited.
She took a big breath, opened her eyes and smiled at me. “That was...was...wow!” I said, obviously at a loss for words.
She laughed, her voice low and husky. She felt down between my legs and found my now hard again cock and said, “Would you like to do that again?”
“Really?” I said.
For much of the time I was in a brace of one kind or another, so I couldn’t do much. Fortunately I had a great family and network of friends to keep me somewhat occupied.
One of the things I did was go over to a family friend’s house and play cards and backgammon. Sometimes it was with the k**s of the family (we’d all grown up together), but often it was with the mom, since the k**s were away at school and she always said she was bored. She was a friend of my mom’s (they’d gone to high school together) and lived 2 blocks away. Just the right distance for a little walk to get some air.
Occasionally I’d help her with chores around the house, like dusting or vacuuming. One day she got up on a step stool and ask me to hold on to her, so she wouldn’t lose her balance. This became somewhat playful. I’d, seriously, accidentally brush against her breast and bottom and she’d jokingly tell me not to get any idea. Little did I know, she had ideas of her own.
Deb (her name) was my mom’s age, late 40’s and was a mom. She had a germanic mom body, having had 3 k**s. So she was plump with large breasts and blond hair (which she dyed). She had beautiful full lips, on which she frequently wore red lipstick. I can remember sitting with her, playing backgammon and being captivated by the color of her lips and they way her lips moved as she’d talk to me while we were playing. I had a crush on her. She was funny and we talked about many life subjects while we played our games...and she made me cookies!
I was getting near the end of my recuperation period. I had a soft brace on and was within a few days of getting it off permanently, when one early fall morning she called our house asking if I could come over and help her with some painting. I said, “Sure”, and headed over.
The back door was open when I got there. I walked in and called out. She was in the basement and asked me to close and lock the door. That wasn’t too unusual. She’d left the door open for me, since she knew I was coming, but wanted it locked, since we’d be in the basement, out of earshot if someone else came in.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“Jim took the k**s back up to school. He won’t be back until later tonight.” She replied.
I helped her get the paint out, the rollers, pans and brushes. I stirred up some paint and filled the pans. She showed me the wall in her laundry room we were painting and we got started.
She bent down to start on a corner when I noticed her pants were threatening to show some plumbers crack and I asked, “Are those pants going to stay up? They look pretty loose.”
Then I had one of those non-sequitur moments when she smiled at me and replied, “Well, I don’t have any underwear on.”
“Oh.” I said.
To say I was a naive 21 years old would be a bit of an understatement. Yeah, I wanted sex all the time, but I was pretty blind to the signs and portents of the possibility that something was happening.
We worked a few more minutes when I noticed I was getting some paint spray on my shirt and mentioned it.
“Why don’t you just take it off?” She said.
I wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, but I really didn’t want to get paint on my gray velour sweat shirt. So I doffed it. I stretched to reach up the wall to start rolling when she poked me in the navel and said, “You can take your pants off too. We wouldn’t want to get paint on those either.”
“That’d hardly be fair,” I said, “you’d have more cloths on than me.”
“Easily fixed.” She said, as she pulled down on her jeans and they slipped off around her knees. She then reached around, grabbed the bottom corners of her sweatshirt and pulled it up over her head.
I was stunned. There she stood, gloriously naked. Her breasts jiggling as they fell out of her sweatshirt and her blond (natural) full bush glistening in the dim basement light.
“Your turn!” She said, reaching for the top button of my jeans.
I stood there stunned. My mouth and brain didn’t seem to want to work and I couldn’t seem to move.
She pouted and said, “Well, okay, if you don’t want to...”
“No!” I said, “Wait a sec.” Belt, buttons and zipper seemed to not open fast enough, as I worked as quick as my now seemly sausage sized fingers would work to get my pants off.
I was wearing briefs and my immediate erection was causing a sideways circus tent to form at my crotch.
She’d managed to get her pants the rest of the way off and was standing closer to me when she said, “Well, you still have on more clothing than I do.”
My brain was catching up and I quickly slipped out of my underwear.
“Now,” she said briskly, “we can get started painting.”
As we continued to paint, I remember having a powerful, painful erection. Like a balloon that was blown up to just before the point it would burst. It was stuck out there like a third leg and kept bumping into things, like the washing machine, the wall and her. Bumping into her was almost too much, but I wanted to be a trooper and kept painting.
She maneuvered us several times so that my cock would poke her in the butt, the side and once in the head. This became the side game, bumping into each other.
She’d lean up against my back and stretch over me to ostensibly paint a spot that was missed.
Another time I was painting up high, she was low and my cock head was pushed up against her lovely plump butt cheeks and I could feel her warmth. I froze and she pushed back against me and wiggled her hips. It was about to drive me crazy.
We finished the wall and then I helped her clean up the brushes. We cleaned up each other too. She spotted a couple of spots of paint on me, which she wiped away, and I did the same for her. I was so turned on from touching her body and having her touch mine.
I was standing back up from having bent over to get a spot of paint off of her leg, when she d****d her arms around my shoulder and pulled me in for a kiss. Then she took me by the hand and led me to the spare bed they have in the basement.
We sat down and she looked me in the eyes and said, “Are you okay?”
I had a lot of emotions running through me, but I was way okay!
I leaned toward her to hug her and she dropped into my arms. I can never forget the feel of her skin, or the smell of her.
She started laying back on the bed and I laid back with her. We were side by side and I was afraid to move. Afraid of breaking the spell. She asked if I wanted to touch her? And with a lot of feeling, I said, “Yes.”
My hands were all over her. Touching her breasts, running the tip of my finger around her aureole, her hips, her bottom, her thighs, her face. We’d kissed and kissed, and I could taste her lipstick on my lips.
She was touching me too and it sent me through a constant steam of shivers and what I would later call a pre-orgasm. Where my stomach and leg muscles would tense up and I’d stretch my arms out, fingers spread, like I was stretching, but an having an overall feeling of pleasure.
She sidled up to me, put her top leg over my top leg, grasped my throbbing erection and placed it up against the opening to her pussy. The head of my leaking cock met the wet opening to her pussy and we slid together like we were puzzle pieces.
First the head and she guided me to take a couple of small strokes before going deeper into her.
Finally I was deep into her and our breathing was ragged. She kissed me and snaked her tongue into my mouth and applied suction, pulling my tongue back into her mouth. It was the first time I’d been kissed quite like that and I liked it!
She kept calming me down, as I was ready to take off like a jack rabbit. She started to roll and said, “Lay on top of me and get as deep as you can.”
Wanting to be the very best lover ever, I complied. Kneeling between her legs and pressing in, I would withdraw a little and try to press deeper, until I felt the head of my cock touch, what I now know was her cervix.
She started to push and pull me, to set the pace. I was in heaven, feeling my cock slip in and out of her.
I’d like to say I fucked her for hours, but I was young and didn’t know much about pace and stimulation. I came for what to her must have been a long time because as my head cleared I could hear her chuckling. “Are you okay?” She said again.
I answered her with a kiss.
She said, “I can’t stay like this for much longer, my legs are starting to shake. Slowly pull out and lay down next to me.”
It was excruciating, pulling out of her. My whole cock was so sensitive it was like a pleasurable pain as I pulled out and lay down beside her.
She took my hand and licked my middle finger and put it down between her legs, guiding my finger into our sticky wetness. As my finger parted her pussy lips and came into contact with her labia, she let out this little sigh, “Ahhh.”
I tentatively stroked along the area and felt her respond, spreading her legs more and rotating her hips towards me. Her tongue became much more active, probing for my tongue and her rate of breathing increased.
I could tell I was in the right spot because her hips pumped towards me as I stroked toward her, and away from me as I pulled my finger back. The tempo picked up as did her breathing, then she said, “There, quicker.”
I could feel the tip of my finger rubbing across the top of her pussy, where I knew the clit was located, so I started going faster and a little firmer. That was apparently the right spot because suddenly her hips started trying to get away from me as her arms pulled me closer.
I stayed with her and she started to groan and grunt with huffing breaths, and she shoved her hips towards me, pinning my hand between us.
I’d never experienced a womans body reacting that way, but I knew she’d cum and it really turned me on. I hadn’t known what to expect, but I knew I liked what had just happened. The way she continued to hold me, told me she did too.
She finally freed my hand and placed it on her ass and kissed me some more.
After a few minutes I felt her twitching and realized she’d fallen asleep. I’d always heard about guys doing that, but I was wide awake. I waited.
She took a big breath, opened her eyes and smiled at me. “That was...was...wow!” I said, obviously at a loss for words.
She laughed, her voice low and husky. She felt down between my legs and found my now hard again cock and said, “Would you like to do that again?”
“Really?” I said.
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