Mona & Ashley

As we became teenagers I noticed Ashley’s body developing and I always had a certain fascination with the obvious changes. But by our late teens we saw one another less regularly and were more likely to just participate in the conversation with the grown ups rather than removing ourselves. Ashley and I ended up going to university at the same time since I had elected to skip my final year at school. When the time came to choose universities, I elected to stay at home and study engineering, whereas Ashley having more confidence, moved across the country to study medicine. I’m not sure exactly how we reconnected, but at some point early in our university studies we started texting one another, sometimes meeting up to hang out. We actually got on pretty well, were of comparable intellect and had a similar taste in music and film as well so it was easy spending time together – albeit not that common given the travel distance.

As a student, owing to my choice of university and subject area, not to mention my natural timidity, Ashley was probably my only female ‘friend’. We were’t super close or anything but I looked forward to seeing her, both because I really enjoyed her company but also because I thought she was quite pretty and had a bit of a crush on her. She had inherited her Dad’s genes when it came to build. He was a tall and burly guy and while Ashley wasn’t overweight at all, she was tall and filled-out in all the right places. She also wore quite tight fitting, fashionable clothing which accentuated her curves flatteringly. I did sometimes catch myself staring at her but if she noticed, she never called me out on it.

Once, during out first year as university students, I was excited to be invited to a house party at Ashley’s student flat. But I was also a bit apprehensive. At school I was definitely a geek. I didn’t get invited to parties (even if I had been, I wouldn’t have gone) and I had never been drunk or high. Going to university a year earlier than my peers had forced me to become a little more outgoing but I was still an introvert at heart and a fairly sheltered one at that. I was worried about not making a good impression with Ashley’s “cool” friends and by extension, embarrassing her or making her not want to hang out with me anymore.

Nevertheless, I reasoned that if I just loosened up a bit, it would be good for me, and I was keen to see my cousin again. I took the train across late afternoon to save money on peak time travel so I arrived at her flat quite early in the evening, having got a burger for dinner at the station. Ashley lived with two other medics on her course and I was introduced to one of them when I arrived. Mona was actually a friend of Ashley’s from high school. She was a cheerful, bubbly character with curly hair and a great smile. The pair of them riffed off of one another constantly, causing much hilarity, with Ashley repeatedly insinuating Mona was a bit loose. This seemed to be taken in jest rather than offence. At one point, the girls were discussing what sort of clothing would be appropriate, with Ashley electing to go with a dress and Mona trying to convince her to go more casual because she had a new pair of really great jeans she wanted to try out.

“Crotchless jeans? Seems a bit out-there Mona, but you go girl!” Ashley ribbed, causing a slight blush and fit of giggles.

I wasn’t entirely sure whether to laugh or if it was an inside joke but it was so contagious I struggled not to. However their conversation caused me to second guess my own choice of ensemble, wondering if I’d played it too informal in jeans, a t-shirt and casual shirt. But I figured I could always button the shirt up if need be. In the end I needn’t have worried. Ashley went with her glittery, sequinned, cocktail dress – which she looked great in – and Mona, by contrast, chose to wear her new jeans and a woollen jumper. There was no discernable dress code amongst the other party go-ers either. Folks started to arrive at about 7pm and I hung around in the kitchen for much of the evening, talking to various people who all seemed pretty nice. Ashley, Mona and I assume the third flatmate had an eclectic group of friends and I enjoyed talking to most of them, but I especially enjoyed chatting with Mona.

She was smart and witty, she listened attentively and really made me feel like she was quite captivated by whatever I was talking about – although that may have been the heavily laced punch. After several hours in the kitchen I had unintentionally drunk quite a lot of it and began to feel a little unsteady on my feet. I wasn’t drunk by any stretch but I ended up sitting down against the wall in the hallway, Mona sitting opposite, as we put the world to rights on any number of topics. Other people dropped in and out of the conversation but the two of us consistently chatted for what must have been hours with the time flying by.

It was after 1am when the hubbub began to settle down and I realised quite a few people had left. Mona, ever the attentive host, got up to see out some of her friends who were heading home and I was left sitting on my own. I ventured into the living room and found a few stragglers playing some sort of drinking game which involved answering an (awkward) question or taking a drink. I was duly invited to join-in much to my discomfort, but managed to survive a couple of rounds without too much embarrassment. I made my excuses to exit and went to try and find Ashley but there didn’t seem to be any sign of her.

I checked in the kitchen and in her room, which was the designated cloakroom, but to no avail. When I crossed path’s with Mona again I asked if she had seen her. Mona confirmed that Ashley had left to get more booze with some of her friends a while ago and had not yet returned. After another hour or two, during which I once more hung out in the kitchen (avoiding the game in the lounge) and chatted to some stragglers, eventually most people had left. Ashley had still not returned. The plan had been for me to crash on the sofa for the night and get the train back the following morning. With Ashley AWOL, I checked with Mona if that was still OK and it transpired that somebody else had already claimed that spot – a friend of the third flatmate, who I don’t remember ever meeting.

“I guess I could just sleep on Ashley’s floor” I wondered aloud – trying to sound out Mona on whether she would be OK with a strange guy remaining in the flat with her.

“Haha good luck with that… have you seen the state of her room?” Mona replied, laughing riotously.

After bemoaning her flatmate’s poor hospitality in abandoning her guest, out of the blue Mona suggested I sleep in her room! I relished the opportunity to get to talk with her a bit longer and wondered if maybe the feeling was mutual. I didn’t have any expectations beyond that though.

It was 3am when the final revellers left the flat and Mona showed me into her bedroom. I retrieved my bag from the living room where a guy was unconscious on the sofa and returned to her room. I had only really brought a change of clothes for tomorrow and a toothbrush. Mona told me to ‘make myself comfortable’ then went to the bathroom. Alone in her neatly appointed room I looked around for the best spot on the floor to set up a pillow and noticed she had a beanbag in the corner – perfect! I took off my shoes and lay down, propping myself on the beanbag to find my toothbrush. After a few minutes Mona came back into the room and looked down at me on the floor with a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked, giggling “I meant you could sleep in my bed – with me!”

“Oh” I answered, red-faced and somewhat surprised, “I didn’t want to presume… that would be great”

I stammered a bit, taken aback by how laid back Mona was about the idea and still not entirely clear on exactly what she was implying. My impression of Mona was that for all Ashley’s earlier ribbing had indicated, she did not strike me as a promiscuous person. On the other hand, two adults of the opposite sex sharing a bed seemed unavoidably overt in expectation.

“I’ll just go brush my teeth” I said, making my way past her as she removed her jumper and began wiping make up off her face. She peered into the mirror on her desk, now standing in her jeans and just a bra, which I tried not to stare at.

When I returned a minute or two later, Mona was the on the other side of her bed unbuttoning her jeans.

“Sorry” I said, averting my eyes as I came back in.

“It’s okay, what did you think?” Mona asked, unabashedly doing a twirl.

It took me a second or two to realise she was probably referring to her new jeans, while I had meanwhile focussed on her breasts, supported in a lacy but not overly fussy white bra. Mona’s boobs seemed a bit smaller than Ashley’s although the women otherwise had quite similar builds. Mona had a very slight pot belly, but she still looked really sexy in just her bra. Her curly auburn hair flew out as she spun around energetically, off-balancing herself and stumbling a little, causing more infectious giggles and her cleavage to jiggle a little in a pleasing manner. I wondered how much she had drunk tonight and whether I might be taking advantage of her, but she seemed in control and no more inebriated than I was.

“They look really good.” I answered ambiguously.

Mona smiled back, clearly appreciating the complement. Whether she realised I was thinking more about her breasts rather than her jeans I don’t know. She undid the fly and pulled the tight fitting denim down, wiggling her curvy hips to get them off, before folding them up and laying them on the beanbag. I tried not to stare as she undressed opposite me and concentrated instead on unbuttoning my own jeans, yet I couldn’t help but peak as she unclasped her bra and slipped it off her breasts, covering them with her forearm as she slid herself under the duvet wearing only her white panties.

My heart started to beat faster as I rolled my jeans up and put them next to my bag. I turned and Mona pulled down the duvet on my side of the bed, encouraging me in. I took off my t-shirt and, with some butterflies in my stomach, climbed into the bed next to her. I still wasn’t one hundred percent certain what the boundaries were and in my insecurity part of me wondered if this was just how Mona slept and she hadn’t intended anything other than offering me a more comfortable nights sleep. The bed was probably a small double so as I climbed in we were already quite close to each other. Mona rolled onto her side to face me and leaned in a bit. I leaned in too, close enough to feel her breath on me, but I still hesitated.

“I really enjoyed getting to know you” I said, somewhat cornily.

“Me too” Mona replied, “Just so you know, I really don’t make a habit of invite strangers to share my bed!”

She smiled back at me, little dimples in her cheeks and a glint in her eye, giving me the confidence boost I needed to tentatively place my lips on hers.

As our lips met, without hesitation Mona opened her mouth and following her lead I soon felt her tongue touching mine. I had no idea what I was doing, I’d never even kissed a girl before, let alone been in bed with one!

Her breasts were touching my arm and soon I felt Mona’s leg over my own and her hand moving down my stomach. Instinctively I reached over to her hip and felt my way up her waist towards the side of her breast but I stopped short of properly feeling it, instead grazing it and moving my hand back down again over her butt, and the barrier of her panties.

As we kept making out I could feel Mona’s hand sliding under the waistband of my briefs and through my pubic hair. My cock was pressing against the fabric as her fingers made contact with my shaft. I pulled back from her a little, taking a breath as she looked back at me confused.

“Okay?” Mona asked.

“Yeah it’s just…” I wasn’t sure how to phrase it in a way that didn’t sound cringy, “I’ve never done this before.”

I swallowed hard and blushed a little as a look of surprise came over Mona’s face. I was embarrassed and immediately felt my boner retreating.

“You’re a virgin?” she asked taken aback, using the word I had wanted to avoid as she pulled her hand out from within my pants.

I nodded. Mona smiled at me again.

“I don’t mind, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” she replied, in a tone that she managed to make sound more laid back than patronising.

“No! I do!” I insisted, “I just, wanted you to know.”

“Aww” she replied, in a tone that did sound a little patronising, then added “I’m glad!”

Recognising she was going to have to take the lead Mona took my hand from her bum and repositioned it onto her breast. Still smiling back at me encouragingly, she began to squeeze it with mine. As I continued to do as she had showed me, she reached back down to my briefs and slid her hand inside again. I felt her soft skin take hold of my shaft and began to revive it.

“Okay?” she asked in a caring tone as she stroked me.

I nodded again. It was more than okay, it was incredible! Mona’s breasts felt amazing and I loved the sensation of running my fingers over her firm nipples. She sighed as I did it and leaned back in to resume kissing. We lay in Mona’s bed like this for a few minutes and I was in heaven. Then Mona moved under the covers and I felt her pull my pants right down around my thighs.

Suddenly I felt the tip of my cock sliding in and out of somewhere warm and wet, and the duvet cover started to bob up and down.