Lovers and Friends - Sex Stories

Lovers and Friends

... anything. When we finished our burgers I took her home. Her mom came out to the car and she was very grateful when she heard the story. She was an older version of Courtney. Her hair was dyed blonde and she had that same tight little body as her daughter. Her name was Cloe and she owned a hair salon. She offered to do my hair for free. I asked her if she was any good at afros and she laughed. “No, I don’t get much of a chance to work on black hair, but I’d like to try.” Courtney came and leaned in the window. She hugged me and kissed my cheek. “Would you care if I came over sometime?” she asked. “Do you know anything about pole vault?” I didn’t but I know about running and I told her I could probably help her with her approach. I had done some high jumping, long jump and triple jump. She promised to text me and see when I wasn’t busy. Her lips were close to my ear and she whispered. “I’m going to read your stories,” where her mom couldn’t hear. Sure enough, she texted me on Friday and asked if I was busy Saturday evening. I had a date, but I wasn’t crazy about the guy or the idea of going out with him anyway. I’ll go out with nearly anyone once. This was the second time he had asked be and I wasn’t feeling the vibe. I called him and canceled. He wasn’t too happy so I told him to fuck off permanently. I texted Courtney and asked her if she would eat dinner with me. She sent me a smiley face and I started thinking about what would happen. One of my favorite fantasies is about ...

... fucking a white teenage girl. Courtney was what I had in mind when I fingered my pussy to orgasm that night. I realized it was probably just a fantasy. She was probably completely straight. She wouldn’t be interested in a 27 year old black woman anyway. The thought of that sweet little face and those firm little teenage titties made my pussy so wet I had to change the sheets. She came over around five and I had dinner set to be ready at five thirty. She sat at the bar in the kitchen and chattered while I put the finishing touches on. She was a very vocal girl and I loved hearing the sound of that sweet little voice. She told me about school and how her nursing program was going. I gave her the plot of my latest book and she couldn’t wait to read it. We sat at the kitchen table and ate. I asked her if she wanted a glass of wine. She wasn’t old enough, but I don’t give a shit about that. It’s always seemed to me like kids old enough to vote, get married and be drafted should be old enough to drink if they want to. She took the wine and we ate. She poured refills about two thirds through dinner and again before dessert. She was a little giggly when we took our hot fudge brownies to the sofa. She had a little drip of chocolate on her chin when we finished the brownies. I reached out and wiped it off with my thumb. I caressed her cheek and she smiled up at me. Her skin was baby soft under my fingers. I licked off the chocolate, making a little production out of it. She was blushing ...