Pulling aside her knickers I caught site of her perfect pink pussy. I had seen Kate so many times, had imagined what she looked like underneath her clothes, and now I found a thin delicate line reaching up towards a small patch of dark curly hair. I looked up at her, her small pert breasts gently rising and falling with sleeping breath, eyes closed, dreaming in twisted drunk images and visuals. Her mouth hang open slightly, caught how she had collapsed with arms flailing and legs giving way beneath her. It had not taken much for her to get drunk. Vodka and beer quite a combination of intoxicants.
At nineteen, Kate was in full womanhood. Skinny with long slender legs and small ample breasts, she had an ass you could lose yourself in for days. I had watched her saying goodbye to her parents as they filled the car with suitcases. Another holiday in the sun. I had watched her like I had always watched her; with fascination and lust, mentally undressing her and teasing her skin with my hands. Bending her over and squeezing her cheeks. Licking her body all over.
She had flirted with me on many occasions. Taking out the dustbins we had convened together at the end of our drives. A thin-lipped smile winking at me and the over-use of make-up were signs of a young girl trying to impress. I was in my late twenties, and she had a thing for me. An older guy, more experienced, good looking and relatively sophisticated, charmed with easy communication and eyes that said 'yes', caught a lot of girls off-guard. Kate liked to flirt. A childish giggle and a 'whoops, look at me' attitude allowed me to tease her with gentle jibes and the occasional flirtatious touch.
I let a day disappear after watching her parents drive away to the airport. I didn't want to be too eager, and then knocked on her door.
'Hi,' she said, eyes a little surprised, unsure but welcoming.
'Hi,' I smiled back.
From behind my back I revealed a large bottle of vodka.
'Wanna get drunk?'
It was that simple. It always was. We had listened to music and drank, even danced a little as the alcohol flowed. She loosened up completely and I was surprised to see a very young girl arise from behind the adult nature she always wore. She was still quite clueless about a lot of things. She wasn't interested in politics, economics, religion or current affairs. She talked about her friends, her parents, her college course. About her life in general. She was interested in material things, fiction not fact. Rumours fascinated her, truth bored her, and adventure excited her.
'Does sex excite you?' I asked as we sat together on the couch.
She blushed and looked away, smiling at my comment. Her body was swaying slightly. She brought her hand to her face and rubbed her fingers into her eyes.
'Sometimes,' she replied looking back.
I smiled.
I leant towards her, reaching out my hand and touching her leg, letting her know I was interested. She returned the gesture and our lips touched. We kissed gently, mouths parting, tongues exploring each other. She tasted great. Her warm wet tongue playing with mine. I stroked her face, fingers tracing lines over her cheek, then combing her hair back, massaging her head. My other hand continued touching her leg, groping at it with excitement and moving inward.
She pulled away, uncertain.