In Bérénice’s bedroom, August 2000. The air thick with summer heat. We’d polished off bottles at her BBQ. Friends gone by 3 AM. Too drunk to drive. She offers her bed. ‘We’ll sleep like pals,’ she says. Heart pounds. I’m 25, virgin. She’s my lifelong crush: 1.75m blonde, blue eyes, massive 85-90C tits straining her oversized tee. We strip to basics. Me in boxers and shirt. Her in tiny sponge shorts, no panties I soon learn, and that loose tee. Lights out at 4 AM. She drifts off fast, on her back, left arm up, left breast spilling free in the streetlight glow through curtains. Swollen, inviting. My cock twitches. Can’t sleep. First girl in my bed. Pulse races. Sweat beads on my skin.
Ten minutes. She’s out cold. Right hand grazes her thigh. No stir. Bold now. Slide under her tee, caress soft belly. Warm, smooth. Still nothing. Fingers creep up. Brush left nipple. It hardens instantly under my touch. Blood surges. Cock stiffens painfully. Switch to right tit. Same reaction. Fuck it. Lift tee. Admire erect nipples, proud peaks. Lean in. Tongue flicks left one. Salty skin. Heart hammers chest. Lick, suck greedily. She sleeps like stone. Left hand dives south. Into shorts. Bush trimmed perfect. No panties. Fingers find clit. Rub slow. She’s wet already? Dip inside. Hot, slick walls grip. Total trance. Her arm drapes my head. Soft moan escapes her. Panic. Freeze. Pull back slow. Heart thuds wild. Does she want this? Or rage?
The Fever
Beside her now. Cock aches, iron-hard. Stroke myself left-handed. Right hand returns to her pussy. Fingers plunge. Fresh gush of juice. She moans again. Smear it on my lips. Inhale deep. Musky heaven. Lick clean. Savage hunger. Nose to her damp shorts. Sniff raw pussy scent. Dizzy. Insane lust. Virgin no more in my mind. Ease shorts down. Clit swollen, begging tongue. Then her voice: ‘Hey big guy, you’re bold.’ Caught. ‘Sorry, couldn’t stop.’ She smiles in dark. ‘You’re on track.’ Guides my head down. Pussy fire against my face.
The Blaze
Tongue dives in clumsy. Lick clit frantic. Her taste explodes: tangy nectar. She grabs my cock. Strokes slow, firm. Fireworks. Legs shift. She swings over. 69. Face-fucks my mouth. Her thighs crush my ears. Then her lips engulf me. Hot, wet vacuum. Sucks deep. Tongue swirls head. Ten bobs. ‘Gonna cum!’ Ignore. Explode ropes down her throat. She gulps every drop, moans vibrate my shaft. Her hips buck. Floods my mouth. Sweet cum sprays. Swallows mine clean. No mess.
Flips around. Kisses fierce, tongues mix our juices. Whispers: ‘Friendship can turn love, but love rarely friendship.’ Understood. One night blaze. We curl up, skin fever-hot, hearts slowing. 5:30 AM. Drift off entwined. Cherished memory. Skin still tingles.