Kirsty looked down and noted the bikini top on the ground by Simon's lounger, immediately putting two and two together. She glanced back at the smug looking Ashleigh and turning headed to the house, without responding to the obvious taunting. Simon's parents did not appear to be home, so she walked up to his bedroom and lay on the bed, she could hear the shower running, so guessed he was washing himself down to cleans himself from the sex session with Ashleigh. Tears dribbled from her eyes to run warmly down her cheeks. She had waited too long. The bitch had got there first. She had lost Simon, before she had even had him. How could she have been such a fool? She should have told him how she felt about him. As she heard the shower stop, she decided it was time to stop messing around and to take the plunge. She stood and prepared herself to face Simon when he came out.
The shower had done the trick. He felt dirty in a number of ways. Although what had happened was hugely sexual, and Ashleigh did have a magnificent pair of breasts and was obviously willing to show him more. He was just not sure that was what he wanted? His cock however was a little easier to please. Its sole purpose in life was to spurt out ejaculate wherever and whenever it could, nor really caring who or what for that matter was involved. The coldness of Simon's shower had certainly dampened its ardour, but it had not completely put out the fire. As he stepped from bathroom into his room, he was drying his hair with the towel and did not at first notice KT standing there. His cock, standing at half-mast waggled to the left and right as he walked.
On hearing a gasp, he pulled the towel quickly from his head. "KT? I... wha..."
He stood facing the beautiful, voluptuous woman, his nakedness forgotten, the towel in his hand dropped to the floor. "What are you doing Kirsty? Why are you crying and why are you...?"
"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago." She took a step towards him, but Simon backed away a little. So, she took another step. Her pert breasts swaying slightly in their nakedness. Her eyes were locked onto his, despite the obvious distraction, that had begun to rise between them and that she could see out of the periphery of her vision. "I see that my friend is back to greet me?" She pointed looked down at his now fully swollen member. "What I need to know is has he already greeted someone else? Like Ashleigh for instance?" She stepped closer still, Simon was already against the wall and could move no further.
"Why...why are you naked." Simon blurted out, jittery, unable to stop his eyes roaming over her tight young well-proportioned body. He was cross with himself for getting erect, but had as much chance of stopping his cock from growing back to full strength, as he had of stopping himself from breathing. "What do you mean, what has Ashleigh said?"
Kirsty had reached him and placed her forefinger on his lips. She desperately wanted to touch him, but had to get out what she should have told him so many times before. "I have something to say and I would like to get it all out without interruption. It will explain why I am standing here before you now naked. But first I must know, did you have sex with that woman?"
Simon took a while to answer. In those pregnant seconds, Kirsty's world was hanging on the brink of destruction. She had wanted this man for so long it hurt. Try as she might to replace him with almost look alike boyfriends, they had all failed to meet the mark, it was his personality she wanted the most. She knew he had a good body. And had often taken sneaky looks at his crotch, taking note of how large he looked in that area. And whilst she was completely astonished by what was bobbing between them, the size had been no surprise. Her eyes dropped to his erection, making her lick her lips. "Well? Well Simon, did you?"
"Yes," he said, seeing his word of affirmation crash upon his friend, immediately creating pools of tears in her eyes, that continued to well up. She turned from him to hide the instant hurt and brushed her tears away. "And no," he said quickly.
Kirsty half turned back towards him. Her words stumbling out. "And what does that mean?"
"I don't understand why you are so upset? I said that this was likely to happen? I... I desperately want to hug you KT, but in this condition and with you naked... Why are you so upset?"
"Just shut up and do it. I want it too. Plus, I've already had the pleasure of experiencing that," she pointed at his cock, "so what does it matter?"
"Er...it matters a lot when you have no clothes on, nor do I. And I apologised about my behaviour, remember? I'm not sure it would be sensible. Let me put some clothes on at least?"
Kirsty tutted and pushed herself against him wrapping her arms tightly about his chest. Simon simply accepted her in, knowing when to shut up, and just do what his friend wanted. "Now tell me what this is about?" He purposefully kept his groin area away from his friend, but body of his erection was already in contact with Kirsty's stomach and the move was therefore futile. She gently, almost shyly, pushed her stomach hard into him and flattened her breasts against his chest, eliciting a series of pulses from his painfully hard phallus, now trapped tightly between the warmth of their bodies.
"Ummmm," she murmured, "that's nice." She pushed into Simon further. "At least he appreciates me. So, what did she do to you?"
"I really don't understand what the problem is...appreciates you? I appreciate you."
"Just tell me Simon!" She raised her face to look at him, the tracks of fresh tears evident on her face.
Simon had not seen KT like this before, even after the numerous break-ups with her boyfriends. "Well she came over to me ostensibly to give me a beer, wearing a bikini that covered less than three postage stamps."
"Yes, I saw what the tart was wearing, go on."
Simon looked at Kirsty surprised by the vehemence in her voice. "She then spotted my pad and asked if she could see my drawings, well of course instead of taking my pad, she knelt down and flicked through the pages with it in my lap, when she got to those drawings, I had done of her, she flipped. But not in an angry way. She grabbed hold of me, exposing her breasts and then started rubbing me. Well long story short, she had two orgasms without me touching her. Oh, she licked my nipple too."
"And then?" Kirsty closed her eyes as if that could stop the words that she didn't want to hear, but at the same time, had to hear. "What happened then?"
"Well, this is embarrassing KT. Telling you this stuff, it is really embarrassing."
"Says the man who has his cock pressed up hard against me and has my tits against his chest?"
