A Prank With A Happy Ending

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman?" I trailed my hand in the cool water of the pool while sipping my martini.

My parents had gone on a cruise for a month, and I had chosen to house sit their house while they were away. My exams were over and it was cold in Boston at this time of the year. March was much warmer in Florida, so I'd called my friend Anya and together we'd hopped on a plane and made the trip south. As soon as we stepped into the humid heat of Florida, I was glad I'd made a trip. A month in my parents' mansion enjoying the pool was a wonderful idea.

Rather than laugh at me, Anya considered my question. "Yeah, I guess sometimes I've wondered. I think it would be nice, a lot less stress-free, that's for sure."

This was why I loved my friend so much. I could ask or tell her anything and she was unshockable. Other people might have protested that I wasn't lesbian or they might have worried that I had a crush on them, but not Anya. It helped that she was sexually adventurous, so I had always kind of suspected that she'd already experimented with women. It surprised me that she hadn't.

"Yeah..." I finished my martini and paddled over to the edge of the pool. Heaving myself off of my inflatable, I stretched. The sun was warm on my bare skin and I felt great. Alive, relaxed and...horny.

"Shall we go out tonight?" Anya asked.

I looked over to where she was floating. Her bikini covered even less than mine and I let my eyes rove over her perfect body. She was skinny with beautiful, perky breasts, so unlike my big ones. My bikini straps were barely able to hold mine up, but her breasts always seemed to stay up by themselves. Her legs were long and her feet too small and dainty for how tall she was. I felt frumpy in comparison, but that was only because I was at least a head shorter than her, and my hips were significantly wider. I usually liked how I looked, but now, with both of us wearing practically nothing, I felt the comparison between the two of us was unfair—to me.

She lifted her head and brushed her dark brown hair out of her face. "Are you okay?"

I smiled. "Of course. And yes, let's go out."

Her face lit up. "Clubbing?"

"Absolutely! I'm ready to party."

She pumped her fist into the air. "That's my girl!"

I grinned at her enthusiasm. "I'll jump in the shower now, I need to get this suntan lotion off."

Turning on my heels, I went inside the house. The air conditioning made me shiver. My nipples puckered, which was not an unwelcome feeling. It made me realise how horny I was, and how long it had been since I'd had sex. I hadn't abstained willingly, but between exams at uni and my most recent break-up, there hadn't really been any opportunities for sex. Maybe I could change that tonight. Picking up guys at bars was not usually my style, but we were only here for a month, so I wouldn't have to worry about whether I'd run into them again—or whether they attended the same course as me.

In my bathroom, I stripped off my bikini and stepped into the shower. The warm water washed over my body and I relaxed. I loved the shower, I could spend hours standing in the water. Especially when it was a rain shower, such as my parents had installed in all their bathrooms.

Thinking about having sex made me even hornier. If I were lucky, I could actually have a hunk of a man between my legs tonight, pounding me until I came screaming and crying. I couldn't remember the last time I'd come so hard I'd seen stars. Or, at least, not with another person. Masturbating always yielded better results, but I was sick of giving myself orgasms. It was time someone else did that for me.

There was a delicious ache between my legs when I stepped out of the shower. I gingerly cupped my mound and grinned when my fingers came away wet. Oh, I'd definitely try and take a man home tonight. I wasn't worried about Anya, I knew she'd be up for that as well. She'd been begging me to go clubbing every night since we arrived, but I'd been so tired from the exams, I'd spent the first week just sleeping and lounging in the sun. Well, no longer. I was ready to see some action.

As I dressed, a wicked thought entered my head. What if I didn't bring a man home, but a woman? I could finally live out my fantasy of being with a woman. A shiver of lust ran through me, but I squashed the thought. As much as I'd wanted to have sex with a woman, I wasn't even sure I'd like it. Tonight I wanted to be satisfied and I knew a man could do that. I'd get my chance to fuck a woman some other time, I was sure of it. Tonight was not the time.

As I rummaged through the closet to find something to wear, I cursed myself. Leaving Boston, I had only thought to bring shorts, T-shirts and my bikini. I hadn't exactly planned on going out, so all my dresses and high heels were still in my college dorm. So much for trying to pick up someone. Shorts and sneakers didn't exactly yell "Fuck me".

I peeked my head out of the room, trying to decide whether I should ask Anya if I could wear something of hers. Then I thought the better of it. Anya was taller than me, so her sexy skirts would dwarf me. The last thing I needed was looking like a girl who played dress-up in her mom's clothing.

That gave me an idea, though. My mom had lots of skimpy dresses, and she was roughly my size. I always made fun of her dressing so much younger than she was, but today I was grateful for that.

Skipping down the hall, I opened the door to my parents' bedroom. I hadn't been in here in years and it felt a bit weird stepping into their room, especially with them not being home. But I pushed past that and crossed the room to my mom's walk-in closet. Thanking my lucky stars that she was an organised neat-freak, I ran my hands over the hangers of dresses, neatly displayed by colour and length. I tried a few cute dresses before I found the one. A slinky silver mini dress with a low cut back. I'd practically be advertising that I was up for sex, but that was the point.

Biting my lip, I slipped the dress over my head. It fit perfectly. The skirt hugged my hips but rather than make me look out of proportion, it accentuated my curves in a way I didn't think was possible. I looked sexy and grown up. All I needed was a pair of high heels to go with it.

Luckily my mom had the same size as me and it didn't take me long to find a pair of silver, scrappy high heels. Slipping them on, I turned to look at the result in the mirror.

I gaped at myself. From the front, the fabric flowed over my big breasts, the neckline low enough to be tantalising, but high enough to leave something to the imagination. The skirt came no further than the top of my thighs, so I'd have to be careful sitting down. From the back, the dress was a vision. Cut low, my back was exposed almost all the way to the top of my ass, making it impossible to wear underwear with this. My red curls covered half of my exposed back, contrasting starkly with my white skin. For once, I was happy that I burnt easily so I was forced to cover myself in sunscreen. The effect of the silvery dress against my pale skin was almost ethereal.

As I was staring at myself, Anya came into the room. She stopped short when she saw me. "Oh damn, girl. You look amazing."

I flashed her a grin. "Do you think it gives the right message?"

She walked around me, appraising me. "If the message is that you want to be fucked, then yes."

The expression on her face made me feel warm. She looked awed, hungry almost. Worried that she was jealous, I pointed at the dresses. "Feel free to help yourself..."

She laughed. "No, thank you. I brought my own and judging by how short that dress is, none of these will fit me."

I glanced in the mirror again. "Makes you wonder why my mom has a dress like this."

Anya stood next to me, meeting my gaze in the mirror. She put her arm around me. "Probably left over from her glory years. I, for one, am grateful that she kept it. You look amazing."

My heart skipped a beat. Anya was warm next to me, her bare skin smooth against my arm. She leaned against me ever so slightly and the scent of sunscreen combined with something more earthy made my head spin.

Turning around, I tried to stop my face from feeling like it was burning. "You should shower. Let's have dinner before we go clubbing."

She nodded. "Sounds good."

As she went to her own room to shower, I followed her out of my parents' bedroom at a slower pace. My heart was racing and my body flush with lust. I couldn't wait to find a man to take home with me.

***

The club Anya had taken us to was amazing. It always surprised me that she was able to find the most happening club in whatever city we managed to end up in. But tonight I didn't dwell on this. I was having too much fun dancing and not caring about what other people thought. The dress made me feel daring and sexy. The fact that I wasn't able to wear underwear with it made me feel aroused in a way that I hadn't been for so long.

Anya ground against me, her face flush with the drinks she'd had. "I'm having so much fun!"

I was too, especially since I'd spotted two hunks looking over at us with unveiled interest. They were both a little older than us—tall, muscular men with strong jaws and dark eyes. Exactly the type of men I was into.

I put my mouth close to Anya's ear and caught a whiff of her scent. She smelled citrusy with undertones of alcohol and sweat. It made me want to lick her.

Startled by my reaction to her, I pulled back a little. "Those guys seem interested," I shouted in her ear.

She followed my gaze and grinned. "Then let's invite them to dance."

I knew I could leave it to her to make the first move. That was why I loved having her as my friend. She was bolder than me, and never hesitated to take charge of a situation.

Taking my hand, she pulled me towards the men. They smiled when we approached.

"Wanna dance?" Anya asked.

"We don't dance," one of the guys said.

"But we wouldn't mind buying you ladies a drink," the other said.

That was good enough for me. I nodded at Anya, who smiled. "Fine, let's go."

We found a booth at the other end of the club and the guys went to get us drinks.

"Scrumptious," Anya remarked, checking our their asses.

"Very." I was feeling buzzed from the alcohol and the dancing. "But let's not spend too much time talking. I want to get laid."

She put her hand on my thigh. "You're so slutty tonight. What's gotten into you?"

I rolled my eyes. "I haven't been fucked in months, Anya, that's what. I'm horny and we'll never see these guys again, so I don't see the need to bond with them."

She flashed me a delighted grin. "I love this new you! I totally agree. One drink and then we'll invite them over to our place."

The guys came back with the drinks. They'd clearly discussed us as well, as they didn't hesitate taking their seats. The one sitting down next to me introduced himself as Mike and the other guy's name was Tom. Up close they were even more handsome. My pulse raced and I could hardly sip my drink.

We made some small talk, but my mind wasn't really with it. I was already thinking ahead, to when Mike would strip me off my ridiculous dress and kiss my breasts. My nipples hardened at the though of him sucking them, before he moved south to eat me out. I really hoped he was into oral, because as much as I couldn't wait to be fucked, I did love some good foreplay.

I became aware of Anya staring at me. She raised her eyebrows and mouthed something I didn't catch. Her glass was empty and I realised she was waiting for me to make the next move.

"So, would you guys like to come over to my place?" I asked. "We have a pool..."

I had no intention of going swimming, but I didn't know what else to say. It seemed a bit too forward to ask them to come home with us to fuck us. Even though we all knew that was were the evening was headed.

The guys shared a look, then nodded. "Sounds good."

I'd expected more enthusiasm, but they'd agreed and that was all that mattered. We called a cab, made some awkward small talk while we waited, and then went to my parents' house.

As we got arrived, Mike offered to pay, but Anya stopped him. "I've got this."

Mike protested, and Tom caught my eye. "This could take a while, shall we go in?"

Knowing how stubborn Anya could be, I decided I didn't want to wait in the cab until they'd settled their argument, so I followed Tom out.

Inside, we spent a few minutes looking at each other awkwardly until Anya and Mike came in, both looking smug. I wondered how they'd agreed on who'd pay, but then Mike was with me, his arm around my waist and none of it mattered anymore.

Looking around, he whistled. "This is an amazing place."

"It's my parents'," I confessed. "But they aren't home right now."

He pushed me up against the wall. "Is that right?"

I was dimly aware of Tom and Anya passing us, their hands entwined. Swallowing hard, I looked up at Mike. "That's right. We can do whatever we like."

He got closer, putting his thigh between my legs. "And what would you like to do?"

I wasn't usually the one taking charge in sexual situations, but I was so horny, I became daring. Closing the gap between us, I slipped one strap of my dress off my shoulder. "Why don't we start with this?" Sliding the flimsy garment down more, I freed my breast.

Mike's eyes widened.

I winked at him and stepped back. Cupping my heavy breast in my hand, I rolled my nipple between my fingers. A moan escaped me. The next moment, he was on me, kissing me, his hands grabbing my ass. I ground myself on his thigh, not caring how needy I looked.

His mouth ravaged mine, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth. He was an amazing kisser, making my knees buckle with need. Alternating soft nibbles on my lip with deep kisses, he soon made me feel out of breath. My cunt throbbed with need and I could feel my juices making my thighs slick.

Pulling back, he grabbed my hand. "Where is your room?"

I almost considered asking him to take me right there and then, but then I remembered Anya and Tom. I didn't really want to put on a display for them.

Not bothering to cover myself up, I led Mike to my bedroom. As soon as we were inside, he kicked the door shut and was on me again. His hands eagerly pulled down my dress, freeing my other breast. Kneeling in front of me, he licked first one nipple, then the other. As he began sucking on them, I groaned softly. Oh, I had missed this so much! Just him playing with my nipples made me weak with lust.

Impatiently, I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. He didn't seem to want to abandon my nipples, keeping his mouth fastened on one, his hand playing with the other. I pulled him to the bed and lay down.

"God, I love your tits," he said, coming up for air for a moment. "So gorgeous."

As much as I loved him playing with them, and as much as his praise was satisfying to hear, I wanted him to move down. Sadly, no amount of hints I was giving them made it through, so in the end, I just lay back and enjoyed what he was doing to my nipples. It felt good—great even—but I wanted more.

After a while, I gently pushed him away. He looked up with a frown. "Do you not like this?"

"Love it," I assured him. "But I'm ready to move to the next step."

He grinned. "All right then!"

Getting up, he quickly shed his clothes before settling between my legs again. It happened so fast, I didn't get the chance to get a good look at him, which was a disappointment. I always like to see what package I can expect.

"Let me ride you," I said, pushing him up. "I want to be in charge."

Some men were put off by that, but luckily not Mike. He scrambled off me and lay on his back. Now he was in the perfect position for me to get a good look.

He was fit, but not in a gym-bod way. Not flabby, but no six pack, which was exactly how I liked my men. His cock was not long, but what it lacked in length, it more than made up in girth. Excited, I straddled him.

Immediately, his hands were on my breasts, kneading them, pinching and pulling my nipples. It felt heavenly. Grabbing his cock, I positioned it at my slick entrance, relishing that wonderful moment before penetration when the whole worlds seems to hold its breath in anticipation. Sighing, I lowered myself on his cock, moaning with delight at how much he stretched me as he entered me.

Being on top allowed me to be in control, which I loved. I could angle myself to get the right amount of pressure in the right places. Mike put his hands on my hips, but he let me set the pace.

I was wonderful to have a cock inside me again. Tilting my hips forward, I started riding him, slowly at first, but quickly gathering speed. I loved his girth, it was so amazing to feel myself being stretched wide. At the angle I was riding, his cock brushed my G-spot with every thrust. It more than made up for the fact that he hadn't given me oral.

Pleasure radiated out from my cunt in waves that reached every part of my body. Mike's hands guided me now, his hips thrusting underneath me. I picked up the pace, grinding myself on his cock as tension mounted in me. Everything was feeling so good, I wanted it to last as long as possible. Mike didn't show any signs of slowing down, but I was worried that if we carried on, he'd come soon.

Panting, I pulled him upright, as I slid off him. "Take me from behind."

He grinned and pushed me around. I leaned on my elbows, my ass in the air. Without hesitation, he rammed himself home and started pounding me. My head was buried in the bed, my hands fisting the sheets as he relentlessly pumped into me. My cunt clamped around his cock, making everything feel even tighter and more sensitive. I contemplated rubbing my clit, but before I could make a decision, my orgasm rolled over me, making me gasp with the force of its impact. My cunt convulsed around Mike's cock, my whole body shaking and shuddering.

Mike came with a loud grunt and we collapsed in a heap on the bed. I was out of breath, and couldn't speak for a while. Thankfully, Mike didn't feel the need to cuddle. He just lay next to me, his arm underneath my head as I tried to catch my breath.

After a while, he got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back to the bed, he had something in his hand. I propped myself up on my elbow, and saw he'd grabbed on of my scarves.

"What are you planning to do with that?"

He smiled. "I'd like to blindfold you."

"What?" I was intrigued, but also wary. What did he have in mind?

He sat down on the edge of the bed. "I want to surprise you with something. Being blindfolded heightens the senses and makes it more fun. Have you never done it?"

A surprise? What the hell was he talking about?

My eye fell on the clock on the wall and then it clicked. It was one o'clock in the morning, technically April Fool's Day.

Narrowing my eyes, I sat up. "No, I'm not falling for this. I hate April Fool's pranks, so let's not do this. Whatever you want to do to me, you can do it without blindfolding me."

He seemed unfazed by my protests. "I won't pull a prank on you, I promise. Just trust me."

"Trust you?" I gave a short laugh. "I barely know you, how can I trust you?"

He nodded. "You're right, but you trust your friend Anya, right? She told me you would absolutely love this surprise."

I did trust Anya, of course I did. I remembered how she and Mike had come into the house together, both looking smug. Had she told him then what it was that I liked? My wariness made way for excitement. Anya wouldn't betray me.

Besides, I felt adventurous. It wasn't as if he proposed tying me up. I could always remove the blindfold if I didn't like where things were going.

"Okay, fine."