Lovers and Friends - Sex Stories

Lovers and Friends

... and I wondered why. “I read some of your stories,” she said. “I’ve never read anything like that in my life. There were several types of stories I liked. Some were too violent for me. They just seemed like they were designed to make people cum as quickly as possible. The ones I liked the best were where people realized some hidden desire they always had but were too afraid to explore. Do you really do the things you write about?” “No, most of them are just fantasies,” I told her. “I do want to do all of them that don’t involve violence. The rape stuff is just for a good wank.” “I’m a little confused,” she said. “A lot of your stories seem like they involve girl on girl stuff. Are you a lesbian, Oz?” I laughed. “Most people wonder if I’m a wizard. No, I’m not a lesbian, Courtney. I like beautiful people. They turn me on whether they’re male or female. I like sex. As long as I’m attracted to them, I don’t much care if they’re boys or girls.” “Are you attracted to me?” Courtney asked. “How could I not be?” I asked. “You’re as cute as a kitten, you’re fun to hang out with and you’re a track girl. All those things are attractive to me.” “Would you make love with me?” she asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked her. “Maybe,” she said. “I think you’re gorgeous, Oz. You have the most fantastic legs and butt I’ve ever seen. You have big firm boobs and your face is to die for. You make me laugh all the time and you are an amazing cook.” “What would make up your mind?” I asked. “How much ...

... nerve I have,” she said. “I really never thought about making love to another woman until I read your stories. They made me wet. Your women characters seem so gentle and tender with each other. I like guys, but they’re kind of rough in my experience. All they seem to care about is getting their rocks off.” “You have a limited experience with men, Courtney,” I told her. “I know men that care deeply about how their partner feels. They make sure you get off before they even think about themselves. High school boys mostly think with their cocks. It takes men a while to grow up. Can I kiss you, honey?” She blushed and nodded. I pulled her toward me and took out a couple of pins from her hair. It came tumbling down around her shoulders and I tasted her lips. She tasted like wine, chocolate and fresh girl. Her lips were full and very soft and I pulled the puffy lower one inside, closing my teeth gently on it and stretching it a little. I let it slip away and kissed her aggressively, parting her lips and feeling her little pointed tongue dueling with mine. I pushed her back over on the sofa until we were lying down, our breasts rubbing together and the thigh of my uninjured leg between her thighs. She had on a small pair of denim shorts and I had on equally short lycra. Our pussies were against thighs and I could feel our skin touching. She felt warm and soft under me and we continued to kiss. I brought my hands down to the edge of her t-shirt and slid them inside. She felt like silk ...