We had grown up together. He was one of my brothers' best friends, so he had become like a brother as well. That is until the family moved. By the time that my parents had decided that Florida was not for us, and we moved back, I had developed all the curves that guys drool over, however I was still fairly naive and inexperienced. Bobby however had matured into quite the ladies' man, or perhaps more accurately, a womanizer. He was certainly built for it. He was gorgeous. The one time skinny kid, was now working out regularly and the effects clearly showed. An all around tall, dark and handsome man, with wit and charm that followed suit.
My brothers and I seemed to fall right back in with our old friends, and soon enough Bobby was a regular around the house. I had an instantaneous crush, and used whatever means possible to find myself in the same room with him. I was unaware at the time that he was completely aware of my infatuation. We were always finding one way or another to 'play' physical games. Whether it was a good old fashioned wrestling match, usually ending with me pinned to the ground and him hovering over my heaving chest, or a game of tag football that somehow lead to tackling, and me ending up in the same position. The attraction was tangible, and my brothers were overly aware. Protective older brothers, always ruin the expressive younger sister's fun, but of course that was only for a time.
Bobby and I were forever bickering, typical for our ages. Somehow the second grade mentality of 'pull their hair if you like them' remained. He would criticize any guy that I brought home, and for some reason I took it to heart, meaning no one guy was around all that long. That is until I met Michael. Michael's personality was everything that Bobby's was not. He was sweet and caring, and would actually listen when I talked. His physicality even differed. He was just as handsome, but he was blue-eyed, blonde haired, and broad, while Bobby was brown eyed, black haired, and more narrow. It was new and different, and I was wholehearted enjoying the time I spent with Michael. However, I dreaded taking him home. Bobby was always around, and I knew he would make it impossible for Michael and I to be alone. One night however, there was supposedly some huge party happening in town, that everyone was going to, so I decided it was the perfect time to have Michael over, and to make love to him for the first time. Since no guy had ever lasted for any length of time my virginity had stayed with me, for longer than it should have (i.e. longer than I would have liked).
Once everyone was out of the house, I rang Michael insisting he come over immediately. There was a knock on the door shortly after, and I answered it wearing a tight fitted, red cardigan with hip hugging jeans. His baby blues sparkled at the sight, and I playfully grabbed his shirt pulling him to me. My tongue immediately plunged deep into his mouth, as quickly as his lips met mine. We kissed our way into the living room, finding comfort in the warmth of the fire on the nearby couch. We snuggled for a little while, fondling each other, and softly kissing. Before too long however, I was feeling a warmth of my own growing deep inside. I had elected not to wear a bra or panties, never being fond of them, and the effects of which were an ever growing wetness of my pussy, as my jeans rubbed roughly against it. My heart beat was beginning to gain, my breathing deepening and my voice wispy. I kissed to his ear, gently nibbling on it, before whispering with warm, moistened breath for him to, 'fuck me'.
I leaned back on the couch, smiling at him, as I slowly unbuttoned my sweater. Carefully making sure that no flesh became visible just yet. He was on the other end of the sofa, intently watching me, as I noticed the growth in his pants. I slid my foot in between his legs, tenderly rubbing on the bulge. He smiled at my pretty foot, with its painted toes, and moaned softly. My hands had finally finished with unbuttoning my sweater, and I was now slowly slipping it away from my breasts. My puffy pink nipples, had already become stiffened to a deep pink. I pinched them between my fingers, and beckoned my Michael to come suck on them for me. He gladly obliged me, laying over me, gently licking under- sides of each breast before focusing on one hardened nipple. It felt so good, as he sucked one into his mouth, his sexy wet tongue flicking over the tip. He pulled it between his teeth, letting it graze the sensitive flesh, before again sucking it deep into his hot mouth, and swirling his tongue around it.
Just as he began to work the same magic on my other neglected nipple, he suddenly had disappeared off my body. My eyes shot open and the first image they saw was that of Bobby swinging at Michael. The next thing I knew Michael was lying on my living room floor, unconscious. I quickly covered myself, and went to tending to my Michael. He quickly regained consciousness, just having the wind knocked out of him. He was up and ready to fight, but I pleaded with him to go home. Promising to call him later. Once I saw him off, I went back into the living room; livid.
What right did he have? None, he had no right, and I was ready to tell him that. Bobby was standing, gazing into the fire, seemingly entranced. "Bobby, what the fuck were you thinking? Who the hell do you think you are?" I started.
He was silent, just staring into the flames. "Bobby!" I demanded, "listen to me, answer me, you fucking ass-hole."
He suddenly turned to me, and grabbed my arms tightly, looking hard into my eyes. It was such an intense look, I grew intimidated and meek. I struggled against his grasp, but it was pointless. I used the classic line- "stop it, you're hurting me."
