Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 3 of 5 - Sex Stories

Tales of Horn Springs - A Quiet Weekend - Part 3 of 5

... living room, sit down on one of the couches, and ask, “How do you know Lacey?”

Tabitha sits down on the other couch in the living room and says, “We met when we were little one summer when she came to visit her grandparents. She’s usually here a few times a year, so we’ve been able to hang out a lot growing up. Now she’s my best friend.”

“I see,” I say as I lean back to lounge on the couch. I put my foot on the coffee table, which makes my manhood well on display. I notice Tabitha looking at it and, of course, it responds. “So did you just graduate, too then?”

“I did. Lacey and I start college next semester.”

Tabitha, watching my cock stiffen, asks, “So, do you have a girlfriend or anything?”

Noticing her gaze, I reach down and tug on myself a little as I respond, “Nope. Was engaged but that didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she says as she leans forward in her seat, trying to get a better look at me.

“It’s OK. I’m over it now.”

“I bet it can get rather lonely. I know I get lonely sometimes,” she says, still intently staring at me while I slowly pump my almost hard pecker.

“It can be. I’m just glad I have my dog.”

That must have broken the spell as Tabitha became animated as she says, “You have a dog?”

I chuckle as I say, “I do.” I then call for Sam, who comes running in, notices a potential new friend, and then makes her way to Tabitha to say hi.

Tabitha gets on her knees and pets Sam as she licks her face. After a minute or two ...

... of them getting acquainted, Tabitha says, “Oh, I love her. She’s so beautiful and friendly.”

I lean forward on the couch and grab one of the dog treats I keep in a jar on the coffee table. I toss it to Tabitha and say, “Here, give her that, and you'll become her best friend.”

Tabitha catches the treat and proceeds to feed it to Sam, completely caught up in the moment. I get up and go to the fridge, grab a soda, and ask, “Do you want a soda?”

“Yes please,” she says as she gets up from the floor and comes into the kitchen where I am.

I hand her a drink, open mine, and then take a sip. She does the same and gets very close to me as she does so. I look down at her while she drinks and watch as a bit of her soda leaks from her mouth and runs down her chest.

“Cold!” she squeals.

I laugh and say, “Let me get you a towel.”

As I move to get a towel, she grabs my hand and says, “We don’t need a towel,” then presents her wet chest to me.

I smile as I kneel in front of her to lick up the soda that has now reached her navel. I open my mouth and extend my tongue out, which makes contact with the beach fuzz on her skin. Her body immediately tightens, and I can see goose bumps forming on her skin. I then bring my lips close to her and begin to lick and kiss up her torso. She places her hand on my head and her fingers get lost in my hair. I continue to move upward, kissing between her little mounds, noticing her raised nipples. I bring one hand up to cup one breast as ...