I was eighteen the first time I made love to a woman, and I was lucky enough for it to be with my best friend. Her name was Anna, and we had known each other practically since birth. Through the years I watched her blossom into a beautiful young woman, and I had spent plenty of time fantasizing about having sex with her.
Anna was a year and a half older than me, and she stood a petite 5'3" tall. She was perfect: not too thin, but not the least bit heavy, with large 34DD breasts which hung perfectly when she went without a bra. She had long, soft brown hair which stopped just above her captivating ass. To me she was the image of the perfect woman.
I was a husky, 5'8" tall and weighing a tad under two-hundred pounds. With shaggy brown hair and blue eyes I wasn't the best looking guy out there, but I was handsome enough to hold my own. In my mind, however, I didn't think I ever had a chance with a woman like Anna.
It was early summer and school was out. I had just finished my senior year of high school, and would be starting college the following September. Anna had just finished her freshman year of college and would be beginning her sophomore year in the fall. Throughout June Anna and I had taken to swimming together, either in her pool or mine. Seeing her in her bikini was at time more than I could take, and she had occasionally taken notice of the bulge in my swim trunks.
In response, she had taken to teasing me, making sure that she brushed her breasts against me, hugging me in the pool so that our crotches were in direct contact. I had no clue at the time, but she was letting me know that she wanted me. For an entire month this little game went on, leaving me incredibly frustrated and I had shot many a load of cum into the toilet wishing it was into her.