Friendly Advice

Hi. It’s me, Kat. Some of you have loved these stories, so feeling particularly horny today; it seems like a good time to let my mind wander again….

I’m 5’3” with dark red hair and hazel eyes, athletically built, spent my youth as a runner and a gymnast. I’ve always had a tendency to ask “why not” and just do things rather than ask “why”. While it can cause trouble, it can also lead places that make me wet just thinking about the experience.

I’ve noticed y’all seem to like stories about teenagers, and families. Never fucked any of my family, but I did have a best friend in high school that had a big family…

Georgia and I spent a lot of time together, living on the same block from the time we started school until we graduated and went our separate ways. As we grew, we shared everything with each other. Georgia was the first person I kissed (other than Mom and Dad) and the first one I ever French kissed. Georgia was skinny as a kid, and blossomed into a beautiful young woman. While my body stayed taut and my breasts filled out nicely in a 34 B, Georgia got “all curvy” and sprouted to 5’10” with shoulder length raven hair, 36 C cups, and smoky brown eyes. We grew out of our kissing sessions as we grew older, but the attraction was still there, each of us shuddering as a random caress in friendship reminded us of what we had shared as kids.

In 10th grade, we were focused on a simple goal. We wanted to see a boy naked, touch his penis, make him cum, but not get pregnant, maybe not even have sex ….yet. Walking home on an early fall day, I was sharing how cute Wes in History was, and she was telling me about how sexy Bobby looked this year. Walking close together and giggling, we turned up her driveway and tossed our book bags on the floor in the family room. We heard her brothers come in, banging around the kitchen and swearing at each other, then laughing. Her older brother Kyle was a senior and had a steady girlfriend, but loved to make me feel like I was his girl, teasing me about never taking him up on a date. Kris was 13 months younger than us, and always smiled and said hello, then disappeared to the game room. Both boys were good looking and slender, with smiles that lit up the room and eyes that could hold your gaze easily.

Georgia and I huddled closer on the couch so they wouldn’t overhear our conversation about boys, which was basically centered on how big we thought each of our targets cocks were.