I was back from college, at my brother's friend's graduation party. I wouldn't have gone, but it was free food, and I had nothing else to do.
My brother and his friends sat together by their pool, playing frisbee, daring each other to throw it in the water. My mom was talking to another mom, and my dad hung out by the grill. I awkwardly stood at my mom's elbow, holding a soda can, nodding and answering questions about college. Boring. I looked around again. My brother's friend had an older brother around my age. Joshua. I didn't see him. I was the only college student at the party, it looked like. I'd hoped that he would be here. Even thinking of him made me smile. We'd made out at my house last semester and hooked up when we came home on breaks.
Mom was talking about dishwasher detergent now. Time for me to make my escape. I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
After the bathroom, I stood in the kitchen. the window over their sink had a red-checked curtain, but I could still see the lawn. I stood at the counter, looking at the kids playing tag and the adults chatting.
I didn't feel adult enough to jump in, and no one paid any attention to me anyway. I doubt they missed me. I looked again at my parents and rested my elbows on the counter, with my face in my hands. My ass stuck in the air. I shook it around a few times. The fabric of my skirt brushed my legs. I felt sexy with my ass all the way out.
Then I felt a hand on it.
I panicked for a second before a voice whispered in my ear.
"Miranda, want to fuck?" Joshua. His hands were muscular as they rubbed my ass. "I saw you standing here, your ass sticking out."
I swallowed, smiling. "Mmm. When have I not wanted to fuck?" I remembered all the dirty things his hands could do to me.
He moved his hand from my ass, sliding it down, then up, under the sheer fabric of my skirt. I was so glad I hadn't worn jeans. He ran his hand around my thigh and slipped it under my thong, entwining his fingers in my pubic hair. His skin was smooth, and he tapped his fingers on my skin. I felt his nails prick me slightly, and a wave of pleasure ran through me.
His hand wove through my pubic hair, grabbing it gently, swirling the curly strands. He stopped, then moved his hand out from under my thong to between my legs. He massaged me between my thighs. It felt so good. There was so little friction between my shaved skin and his smooth hands.
He slid his other hand under my shirt, inching his way to my bra. I felt goosebumps on my body, and I shivered. He massaged my breast through my bra. I felt him squish it and squeeze it. He stuck his hand under my bra, his thumb under the shoulder strap. His thin fingers found my nipple, and he started to run his finger around it. It tightened, but the bra got in the way of complete pleasure. I breathed slower, trying to contain myself.
He pressed his body to me, his chest on my back and his cock on my ass. I smelled his cologne. Not too much, not too little, like nutmeg and spice. His beating heart gently throbbed against me, and his dick did the same thing. He moved his face closer to mine, until his smooth lips brushed my ear. I bit my own lip as he playfully bit my ear, brushing the hoop aside. His breath was warm and wet. My thong was too. His body was so close to mine. He played with my ear and breast, arousing me. I felt his strong hand massaging my thighs, just brushing my loose vagina through the thong.
I was suddenly aware of the wide window overlooking the lawn. There was a curtain, but it was thin, and what if someone walked in looking for something? I panicked.
"You want to find somewhere more private?" I whispered. I couldn't see his face, but his hands moved away from their tantalizing positions. He took my hand and pulled me toward a door. A closet? A bedroom? I didn't really care. We'd never fucked in his house, so I didn't know what to expect.
He pushed the door open, and I saw stairs going down. They must lead to the basement where he slept, the one he'd told me about. It was his private space.
He went first and pulled me after him. When we had gone through the doorway, he went back up and closed the door gently. Not a sound. I didn't hear the click of a lock, and I hadn't seen one on the knob, but the basement looked big enough to hide us.
Enough light came through a window near the ceiling that I could see. It was a big room, a game room with a bedroom and bathroom attached. The bed was under the stairs. He led me there and I sat down. The mattress was nice and springy. I bounced a few times, feeling a bit silly. I hoped he would touch me again, feel my beating heart and the blood rushing through me. I wanted to feel his heart on my bare skin and his cock in my pussy.
He must have read my mind because he sat down behind me and put his hand under my shirt again. His legs gripped mine. I could feel a bulge in his pants. I nestled into his chest and pulled my shirt off. He put his chin on my bare shoulder. I could feel his lips grinning in my ear. He rubbed the outside of my bra, feeling for the nipple inside. He put his other hand on my stomach, sticking his pinkie finger in my bellybutton. It brushed my ring, and I smiled.
He massaged my bra for a bit, then took his hands away. I felt his fingers on my bra straps, feeling their way to the hooks, the only thing between him and my free breasts. Finally. I couldn't feel anything through the bra. He undid the hook, then slid the strap around to the front, his hands grazing my skin. He brushed my nipples, and I shivered with cool pleasure. I felt the shoulder straps slide down, so I wiggled out of them. His hands met in front, his palms barely touching my nipples. He dropped my bra on the floor, and then bit my ear. Goosebumps poked up on my bare chest and stomach. My nipples erected slightly. I felt my breath quicken. I was exposed, and I loved it.
"God, I forgot how much I like your breasts. And your stomach. All of you." He slid his hands down my body as he spoke, and I felt his thin fingers on my skin. He stopped for a bit to caress my thighs, kneading them with his strong palms.
"Oh, I couldn't forget you."
I felt looser as he moved his hands back up my stomach, fingering my bellybutton ring again. One hand stayed on my stomach while the other moved to my breasts. He gently twirled his finger around my nipple. I grinned as it tightened. He kept massaging my nipple between his fingertips, making it more erect. His other hand moved to my crotch. He slid his hand under my thong and caressed my pubic hair again.
"And you don't shave for anyone." He moaned. "So hot." He tugged gently on the dark, curly hair, running his fingers through it. I trembled as he got close to my clit, but he never touched it. I knew he felt the wetness of my thong. I wasn't sure how long he was going to sit there, but I wanted more.
"Let's go faster." I moved my head to the side, so my lips hit his. A little rough, but firm and delicious. I pressed my mouth to his, feeling the contours of his lips, licking their surface. I felt his fingers tighten on my breast. My nipple poked between his fingers as he squeezed it. He moved his hand to the other nipple, tugging on it. My breasts felt tender as he pulled and prodded me. His hand tightened on my crotch too, and a straying finger pressed hard near my clit. My breath caught in my throat and I smiled.
"You like that, Miranda?" He smiled through our kiss.
"Do it some more." I stuck my tongue between his teeth, feeling for his. It was thick and strong, just like his cock would be. I opened my mouth slightly to allow his tongue to pass in. He ran it along my mouth, taking in the shape, prodding my mouth. I smiled as I thought about what it could do to my vagina. We kept pulling and feeling each other, but he seemed unsatisfied. His fingers raced around my thong, feeling the outside now, around my vagina. Was he too nervous to go further?
