Let me tell you about my first ever girlfriend, Cat.

We have known each other since middle school. She used to spend time with people in my class, her childhood friend was my classmate. A few of us formed this neat little friendship group and we spent a lot of time together outside school, too. Cinema, parks, we gathered at each others' place to play computer games, watch movies, what have you. Pretty standard. It's safe to say that we were close friends. We were pretty close through these years, all the way until our University years. I liked her a lot, she had a gorgeous smile with fairest skin, and super long, smooth black hair, dark brown eyes with some freckles on her face. What got me at the time was her cool sense of humour. We did what awkward young people did at the time, and somehow confessed that we liked each other. To cut a long story short, we started dating after I walked her home from a gathering once, and she was asking about any girl I might fancy. She asked what letter her name starts with, so I told her "U". We knew nobody with a name that started with letter U, so she was confused at first. Then I spelled out "y-o-u", and the rest is awkward young history.

But why did you have to share this part of the story with us? - you might ask. Give it a few more minutes, it will make sense. So, we dated for about 3.5 years, and even though we were an item, it was my mission to spy on her any given chance she was getting dressed... Not much to describe here, we were way young, and I barely remember any aspect of it. The one takeaway from it was that later on she told me that she is glad I was her first experience, as I was very gentle and respectful, and I tried to make sure she is not in pain or uncomfortable. There's not much else to say here, we were each other's first, inexperienced. I wasn't a bad boyfriend, but at that age we were not the people we are today, and we split up. At the time I was sad, but it gave me the cliché push to work out more.

One thing you have to know about me - I am very good friends with all my ex girlfriends, apart from one (I might write about her at one point, too). After we split up, I was still around her a lot, as I was good friends with her brother too, her parents liked me, so I was still very much present in her life. For years and years to come, we were good friends, with me playing computer games with his brother, her doing her own thing, chatting every so often, etc. There was no longing on either side, I was not trying to get back together with her. I have met several of her upcoming boyfriends over the years, heck, I still do! Now we are 35, and I have met almost everyone, I think. Serious ones, 'bad choices', funny ones, even some pretty cool ones. Time was passing by, with us being close friends, we became proper adults with proper jobs and bills to pay, and I moved abroad - to the UK, but we still talk often, she was there on my wedding day, and I am fairly certain I will be there on hers, too, if she ever does tie the knot. We have cool chats, we talk about movies, psychology, sex life - to some extent, work, family, everything.

A couple of years ago, I had a family member (before covid times) who was in serious medical trouble, so I had to fly back home to help. I come from a small town at the edge of the country, but this was business in the capital city. My holiday home was not even remotely close. Cat offered for me to stay with her boyfriend and her. Didn't think twice about it, sounded like a good plan. They lived in the city in a flat on the 6th floor. I knew it would be great for me, for easy access to where I was going, and also to the airport on my way back home. I have already stayed there once before. Nothing ever happened between us, and it never even crossed my mind - or hers. I know this for a fact.

I arrived late at night, around 10:00 pm with my travel bag. Friendly face, haven't met in person for more than a year at that point. She was already in her pyjamas, a dark grey tank top and black shorts, fluffy socks, as she was always had super cold feet, no matter what season it was. That did not change in the last 15+ years. Her boyfriend at the time also greeted me, he was a decent enough fellow, but I knew they had their problems. Have been together for about 2 years, broke up at one point, then got back together again. I was not one to judge, as I only knew one side of the story, but as far as I knew, he valued quality time with his pals and artist friends over anything else. When he had a glass or two of something, his upbringing came to the surface too and acted rather snobbish, too. That was funny to me. Anyway, not my relationship, and the guy was always decent with me, can't say a word. He was about to finish his dinner, and excused himself to take a shower. I put my stuff on a chair next to where I would be sleeping, a nice, comfy sofa bed in the living room. Cat asked me if I was hungry, but I kindly refused, just wanted to take a shower myself. It was one of those humid summer days. I got some sparkling water - stylish, I know - and we were chatting away. As I said before, we were good friends, talked a lot, so we pretty much continued some nerdy topic we started a day or two ago online. It was about Lord of The Rings, and how their characters were interpreted differently in the movies compared to the books. I can see I am losing some readers here, do not worry, not going into it further.

She went to the bathroom, came back and mumbled something, while taking her socks off. As Vic - the boyfriend - made the bathroom floor a bit wet, she stepped in some water, so annoyed, thew her fluffy socks in the laundry basket. As she sat back next to me, she wrapped her feet in some blankets. "I'll never understand how you can be cold. Even in July. It's absolutely scorching over here" - meaning this country. She pushed one foot agains my right calf. "F-ck me!" Ice cold. And that jolted a memory. She used to annoy me back when we were dating with her pushing her ice cold feet against my back or waist when I least expected them. I didn't say a word, we always said we barely remember anything about that era, either physically or emotionally, as far as our romantic relationship went. She did have nice feet, I noted to myself. As I looked to my calf, it was against a beautiful foot of a woman, with delicate, cherry coloured toe nails, and not the cute, curled toes of some girl any more. Interesting - I thought. Have to love a beautiful foot. I was not sure what the old me would have thought exactly, but he would have started drooling, that's for sure. She pulled her foot back under the protection of the blanket.

Vic got out of the bathroom, back in his clothes, buttoning up a different shirt he had on before. "Have you seen the cufflinks anywhere, hun?" "Bedside table or the second drawer" - she replied. As it was clear he was about to leave, I turned to Cat - "Oh did you have plans if I wasn't coming?" - "Nah, it's a theatre thing". (Vic was in some amateur theatre group and they'd have some artsy projects at times). Vic gave a kiss to Cat, and waved us goodbye - "See you nerds later!" Cat closed the door as he left, and we joked about the artsy theatre nerd calling us nerds. She asked if I wanted to take a shower, too. I got a huge towel, and I washed off the sweat I accumulated on my journey. I felt a lot more cozy. I came out in my shorts, and a large grey Iron Man t-shirt. Like a nerd. Go figure. I looked around for my friend, the balcony door was open. So I followed her. She was sitting in a chair, holding a cigarette, having a tall glass of rosé with her. "Are you for real?" Smoking is not a sin, not at all, but all our lives we hated the smell, and she was avidly campaigning against her dad's smoking habits back in the day. So of course I was surprised. She pulled a face and rolled her eyes. "I know, it's pretty f*cking bad". I started giggling - "Never thought I'd see you of all people having one". "I know, I know" - as she put it out in a tray that clearly had a few butts on it already. "Trying to slowly quit." "Is that right?"- I asked. I knew Vic was a smoker, but he once said that it was his only joy in life, so he wouldn't stop. "Is this your way of connecting to him?" She looked at me as she exhaled some smoke gently. "Vic? No sir, I just started joining the girls at work, there's a lot of pressure in the office anyway, it helps". I looked at her, raised my eyebrows. "Your dad used to say the same thing, haha". She just pressed a foot against my leg again. Cold as ever. Her toes were slightly under the bottom of my shorts, felt a little jolt. Still not looking at my friends as someone I should fuck, but it was an interesting sensation, I am a red-blooded guy after all. After 20 minutes of chatting some more, she excused herself to freshen up, wash her hair, brush her teeth, as she didn't want to stink up her pillow. Her flat was an older one, with some doors having an additional keyhole for some oldschool type of keys, the big ones. The bathroom had a door like that. Maybe because of her pushing her foot agains me, jolting some memories, I remembered how young me was so excited to catch a peek when she was getting dressed. What's the harm?

I heard the water running, so I comfortably walked over to the bathroom. Looked through that old keyhole, and I could see her brushing her teeth. Kept watching, and as I never really gawk at her otherwise, it was a nice feeling to have a good look at her figure. My shorts started to feel a bit tight. Well, this is not why I came here for, but what the heck, might as well enjoy myself. I started stroking myself, just for fun, did not plan on finishing. It was all well and low-key enough, but then she took her tank top and shorts off, and she was there in her knickers. I could feel my blood pressure rising, ironically stopped stroking my dick, but it kept growing more hard on its own. This was a show I certainly was not expecting to see. She seemed to be checking her black knickers for something. My jaw almost dropped when I saw her put one of her hands in her panties. She didn't seem to be making herself comfortable, just reached in, checking her pussy. She took her hand out, checked her fingers against each other and took her knickers off. There she was. My friend, who I haven't seen naked in about 15+ years, someone I had no feelings for since a decade and a half. I did not remember our shared past vividly, as I said, but I knew when we were very young she used to have pubes, we all did. And now, she's a 35 year-old woman, with a completely smooth, wonderful pussy, and breasts that I swear I haven't seen before. They were round, and full, jiggling in harmony with every move she took. She is not a tall woman, very petite, but her boobs were really big and round for her height, all natural. She had small areolas, only twice the diameter of her nipples, light purple/brownish colour. Since it was summer, her light freckles came out on her milky white skin, on her face and shoulders. Now I knew I had to finish, so I jumped up to run to the kitchen to find paper towels, tissues, or anything. It probably looked like a scene of a comedy movie, while I kept whispering "shit...shit shit..shit". I was excited, to say the least. It felt dirty, cheeky, but at the same time I knew it would do good for her ego, too, if she knew. Wasn't planning to tell, to be fair.

The water started running again, so with some paper towels in my hand I went back to my post. Just to torture me, whoever built this damn flat decided that that you wouldn't see anyone in the bathtub, only if the person was in front of it, or in front of the sink. I waited patiently. She didn't take long, it was only a quick wash and hair wash to get rid of the smoke. The water stopped running and I saw her toned legs step outside the tub, giving me a beautiful view of her foot, leg, and pussy as she was stepping out. Heavenly and light pink lips. I immediately kept thinking what it would be like for those tight lips to wrap around my hard cock. I was getting too comfortable, with my hand on my dick, again. She unexpectedly turned towards the door, stepping towards, well, "me". I immediately got a cold shower of a wake-up call, and frantically tried to retreat, with my flagpole still very much reaching for the sky. I rushed to the sofa bed, paper towel scrunched up in my pocket, grabbing my phone like I was just reading some articles or checking some emails. Waiting there, like nothing happened. I actually had plenty of time, as she stepped towards the door to grab her towel and bathrobe, not to open the door as I thought she was intending to do. I am no James Bond however, she clearly knew something was up. We've been friends for millions of years, and she could tell when I was being awkward.

She walked to the laundry basket and put her tank top, shorts and black knickers in there, looking at me. "All good?". "Sure thing!"- I nodded, trying to hide my dick. It started to cool off, but it was still not sleeping. She looked at my shorts, and she's not that inexperienced girl anymore, she had an idea what was happening - maybe. She went inside their bedroom to get dressed in a new set of pyjamas. That's when I took the time to adjust the "details", hide my cock better, and to my horror, I realised some of the paper towel was poking out of my pocket, with a small wet patch where the head of my cock is. Pre-cum. I always forget about the pre-cum. She came back out. Normally, this would be a good time to call it a day, or try and come up with something dumb to explain the situation to the "woman", but she was my close friend. We were always frank and to the point with each other. She studied psychology, and is pretty good with these things, no point in mind games, anyway. And besides, past my thirties, I am way too old for tiptoeing around things. She was now drying her hair, wearing the new pyjama set - A similar tank top as the previous one, but black, with her pyjama bottoms were longer than before. I started talking. "Hey, listen..." She switched the hair dryer off, and looked up -"Hm? Said anything?" "Yeah. Look. I don't want you to think I am some pervert you need to be worried about or anything". I was genuine, again, she was a close friend. I continued, put my hands up in the air, shrugged. "Oops, busted. Most guys are more careful, haha". She started laughing. "Everybody wanks, come on. I wouldn't think less of you for it. A month ago or so I told you about being in the mood for touching myself all the time for two weeks straight, remember?" I giggled too. "Hah, yeah." She went on, adjusting her semi-wet hair: "I didn't think you would think less of me for it, either". I felt lighter. No friendships ruined then. Great. I thought back to her talking about her wanting to touch herself a while ago - recalling the details. "Oh yeah, what was the thing... the feeling of a light breeze on the balcony?". She forced her eyes closed and pulled a face. "Yup. was a windy week". I was laughing still when she went: "So. What is it for you?"

Caught me completely off-guard. Surely it was self-explanatory, I thought. I felt anxious again. I said the most boring answer ever - "Just anything". She rolled her eyes. "What were you watching though?" - she nodded towards my phone. She reached for it, and I let her, there was nothing she could see there, I think I had a social media app open or my emails. She looked disappointed that she couldn't find some funny kink on there. "Oh, man. What was it? I told you about the wind, I told you when I had sex on top of a car, a beach..and lots of other stuff, too." "And the ferris wheel." - I cut in all knowingly. "Oh God, please don't bring up that shit." - She waved her arm around like she was cleansing the air form evil spirits. "Go on, give us something. Is it that kinky? or wrong?" When she said that, I started bobbing my head from left to right, indicating 'maybe'. "Does it start with 'P'? Tell me." "It's not pegging, Cat." (This is a reference to an old joke). The way she said tell me, jolted another memory. And it is something you have read in the introduction. I remembered when she was standing in front of her house, trying to find out what the first letter is of my crush. I felt like we can talk about anything, anyway, so just like then, I went: " It starts with 'U'". She got it, there was no doubt about it.

She looked at me in disbelief, but was not beating about the bush. "Me. You touched yourself while thinking about me?" I was not so confident that it was a good idea, any more. Then her curious side surfaced, the psychology-enthusiast trying to solve the puzzle of the mind. "Wait. Was it the foot?!" She looked embarrassed. "Oh fuck, I am so sorry, I forgot." See. She knows me. She knows I like pretty feet, and realised hers have been touching my leg here and there that day. It was almost comical, I stepped closer and tried to console her while nervously giggling. "Not your fault my wires are crossed in a weird way, come on. Some people find pretty feet sexy, others want to be choked, and I even heard about people who get turned on by the wind, just air touching their privates, imagine that!". She flicked my shoulder. "Asshole". I was laughing, things were back to normal, she doesn't need to know I was looking at her, and saw that she found herself wet in the bathroom. I sat back on the sofa, and grabbed my phone again, letting her dry her hair.

When she was done, she was walking between rooms, doing things, and then took a seat next to me. She was also checking her phone. She then put both of her feet on my lap, crossed. I looked up. "Fucking really?" - I groaned. She was just giggling, and took a photo with her phone with me going 'really'? with her legs on my lap. So I blew some air on her feet. "Careful, before it gets windy." That's when it became 100% clear that we are flirting now. She took one leg away, and put her phone down. Still giggling, she asks: "Do you ever think about when we were together?". We sometimes touch the topic but just laugh. "Not really." - I reply - "It's been so long ago, I honestly don't remember how we did things. But you know this." "Yeah, I know. I can't say I remember much either. But I am glad we were together. Because I was with a gentle, kind boy as my first, my sexuality developed in a very healthy way." I responded with: "Is that so? hmm." So I looked like I was deep in thought. - "Then I wonder why I get turned on by feet, hahahaha!". I thought it was a funny response but she just asked: "Were you turned on by my feet in the olden days?" "We were different, I think. But I do remember finding them cute. hmmm.. Low-key yes, let's say that." She lifted her leg that was on my lap in front of my face, and started moving her toes. "They do look different now, don't they?" I looked into her eyes, she was sitting there, smiling. "You are being a bit cruel, you know." "I know" - she said. I gave a small kiss on her foot to fight back. It was just a peck, but I used my lips so it's a soft one. She lowered her foot to rest on my thigh. "I know I am not fair. Sorry. The attention feels exciting."

I knew that Vic hasn't been paying that much attention to her, but I also knew that she always made an effort to look great at work, and there was always some guy who wanted to get to know her a bit better. Ask her out, etc. So I didn't get it. "There are guys who drool over you all the time, and you don't find it difficult to turn them down, so I am not sure what you mean." She agreed. "True. But I don't have this connection with them, you see." "Because we used to date ages ago?" - I asked in disbelief. She looked up, like she was calculating - "No, I don't think it has anything to do with that. You listen. You are present and we laugh a lot. You know more about how my week was than Vic. I mean, fuck me, you are present 3 countries away, too." I responded to her with something I actually meant, whatever you might think: "I actually care. It was never to get into your knickers though. I am good friends with Val, Ann and Freja, too." (referring to my exes). "I know that, silly. I am present, too, you know." - she says. Then she went on - " I think it's the combination of this bond of ours, the fact that I crave genuine attention, and seeing you, well, how I usually don't see you." - referring to my shorts and the obvious hill she witnessed under there. With her foot still on my thigh, she looked at me: "I am a very rational girl. But I am more than turned on, now." - closing her legs a bit tighter. I lifted my eyebrows, and put my hand on her foot that is still resting on my thigh. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Tell you what" - she says. "I want to see it." "Are you sure?" - I asked. "In return, I'll let you see me, too." - she added. I didn't have the guts to tell her that I already have. "A beautiful, naked body? Not going to say no to that." - I said as I pulled my shorts down, and lifted t-shirt a bit while she pulled both her legs close to herself. Cat looked at me saying: "This is crazy. But I like it. Very nice. You look bigger than what I remember." I snapped back, saying that "I was still green, you know." I noticed that there is some pre-cum on the head of my hardening cock, but this time I wore it as a badge of honour. She kept looking at it moving her head at an angle slowly, and I noticed she reached for her phone. I put my t-shirt down, and asked what her plan was. She said: "It's just a picture... might need it tonight." I started to laugh, how bizarre. She added - "Oh be a pal." Before I complied, I had to ask. "Will I get a picture of my own?" "Naturally." - she smiled. It was her turn. She got off of the sofa, and I tried to find my phone. As i found it, I noticed that she disappeared to the bedroom. I knew she wasn't going to leave me hanging, but had no idea why she left. She came back, and stopped at the door, completely naked, making funny poses. She was wearing a pair of black high heels, and nothing else. "If I was going to be in a photo, might as well look nice." So I took a few photos. "Well... "- she said. "Not exactly like the photos you took in the school studio, is it?" I smacked my forehead, as she brought up another memory long lost to time. I used to take artsy photos of her in costumes and make-up back in school, nothing exciting or kinky at all, just artsy, black and white shots I developed myself in a dark room. "I can't believe you remembered that." - I mumbled. "Yup, I think my mom still has some in my old room." - she informed me, as she stood next to the sofa, with one foot on it.

She was absolutely breath-taking. I found it mind-blowing that I was here, getting a stone-hard erection by looking at the naked body of a woman I never thought about sexually for lots and lots of years. A few hours ago she was just my old pal, and now she is this cheeky goddess with skin that almost lights up the room, warm brown eyes, shoulder-length black hair, and a smoking hot, delicate body. She was still my friend, but I needed more space in my head to describe her properly than the day before. "Do we need any more photos?"-she asked. "Can I be cheeky and ask for one more?" She looked at me, raising her eyebrows - "what will it be?" "Take off the shoes". Her face eased, and had the dirtiest smile on her. She took the heels off, and posed on the sofa for me. We took three gorgeous photos like this. One with her sitting, and spreading her legs a bit. One from the side with her moving her legs in a slow, kicking motion, playing with her toes, and one, my absolute favourite - her on her belly, lifting herself up a bit, with her feet stretching backwards, revealing some of her bright pink lips and her left boob, as she was turning around ever so slightly. I put my phone down. "This is amazing." "Who would have thought, right?"- she asked picking her heels up. I pulled my shorts up before either of us suggested something extreme. "Do I look like when we were dating?"- she asked. I shook my head a couple of times: "Cat. You were a cute girl, but you are an absolute killer now. My younger self would've cum faster than you taking off your knickers." She looked back on her way to the bedroom, lifting her heels: "Or shoes.". Cheeky.

It was running very late now, she had work tomorrow, and I could use some sleep before a long day in the capital. Even though it was the furthest thing on my mind. I waited until she turned off the lights everywhere, closed their bedroom door. I kept scrolling through my new photo gallery, I even accidentally took a short, few-second video. As it was accidental, it was a bit blurry, but it captured a moment of her spreading her legs and it instantly turned it one of the best shots of them all. It was dark and peaceful for about 30 minutes, when I heard keys in the door. Vic came home. He thought I was sleeping, so he tried to be quiet. He wasn't drunk, talked properly, walking fine, but definitely had something to drink, so he was a tad sleepy. I said hi to him as I went out to drink a glass of water, had a very short chat, about my plans for tomorrow, about how his play thing went. I went back inside, he changed in their bathroom and went in the bedroom where Cat was sleeping.

In about 20-30 minutes, I was dozing off, reading some articles turned to my side, when I suddenly felt something very cold against my back. I hissed a bit, and sat up. "The fuck?!" I am sure you guessed, I knew it straight away, too. It was Cat and her famously cold feet. It was extra unpleasant as it was more than toasty under my thin, summery blanket. "Oh how nice, thanks for that!" I whispered, turning towards her. "Never gets old." - she replied whispering - "Scooch over." So I pushed my back against the sofa's backrest, and she lifted my blanket and jumped in next to me. She was scuffling around, and I realised she is taking off her panties. "Come on, you too." -she said excitedly, but still whispering. All I could say was "But..." looking towards the bedroom door. "He's fine, sleeping like a log. Probably will be out until about 11, too. Don't tell me you don't want more." Without hesitation, I told her "Of course I do.."-at this point I was pulling down my shorts, too. "But I am not sure it's a good id-.." - she interrupted me saying: "We are rational people, we can talk about anything, our friendship will not change, but right now, I want your cock. I need more than someone snoring next to me." As she slowly started stroking my leg with hers. Hearing this made my cock grow thick and fast. I don't think anyone would've been able to say no to this. Not that I even wanted to. I know I have said this before in a previous article, but I don't consider myself to be a large guy from a porn movie, I am average, and there is nothing wrong with that, and to get this wish coming from a woman for my cock like this, it was intoxicating, to say the least.

I did not waste time any longer. Until now, for 17 years the most physical contact was a hug when we met or said goodbye, with a kiss on the cheek - we're European, we greet friends and family like this. But tonight was different. I put my hands on her waist and rolled her on top of me. She immediately wanted to take position, and slide downwards on my dick, but I stopped her, and pulled her the other way instead, while I was pushing my body lower on the sofa. "What are you doing?" - She asked taking deep breaths. So with one pull, I moved her on top of my head. She was incredibly wet. Even without touching her before this, her pussy and inner thighs were already drenched, and that just fuelled me even further. I had her sit comfortably on my mouth, and I got to work. I made out with her wonderful, pink lips like it was her actual mouth. Her pussy opened up wide, with her lips being very swollen and sensitive. Her juices were running down my face as she quickly got into the pace, and started actively grind against my playful tongue as I held her butt cheeks real tight so she doesn't escape. She started breathing faster, with her grinding being more erratic with faster moves. She took one deep breath, leaned forward and buried her head in the cushion above me. I could hear muffled moans and a set of short screeches, panting. I was worried about Vic in the bedroom, so I looked to the left to see if there are any movements at all from there. Cat was trying to get off, slowly lifting one leg while still trying to breathe silently. I grabbed her thigh and pushed it back where it was. I told her "More." "Wait...Wait... I want... your..."- she tried to protest, but it was too late at this point, I was already holding her ass, encouraging her to move up and down as I am kissing her even more passionately than before. I couldn't help myself, I wanted more of her pussy, a lot more. She leaned back a bit while biting her lips so I let her cheeks go and grabbed her amazing boobs. My cock was practically swollen to it's maximum at this point, demanding some action, but I enjoyed the taste of her juices and the touch of her huge breasts. I don't remember the things we were doing back when we were dating, but I am fairly certain it was nothing like this.

As I was playing with her breasts stroking them, cupping, I took a second to make my fingers wet so I could gently pinch her nipples. As soon as did this, she came again, using the cushion as her aid. This time I kept sucking on her clit as she was cumming, to make it a bit different. She noticed, her moans had a slight questioning tone to them. I was supporting her back in such dire times, and I felt drops of sweat forming on her beautiful skin. She was still panting a bit, as she looked down on me. "Enjoying the view?" I responded with "Enjoying the show?" She didn't care to retort, but attempted to lift her leg again. Just slightly, testing if I would let her this time. I released her. She turned around and tore the blanket off, we didn't need it. She found my cock, and gave it one, long-lasting kiss, with her tongue teasing the head. I could hear her opening a condom, and when she finished kissing my dick she put the condom on top of the head and started rolling it down on the shaft. She squatted on top of me, facing away. She slowly started easing herself onto my throbbing dick, but changed her mind and lifted herself. She reached down with her right hand and took the condom off of my dick. I was caressing her bum, asking if she's sure. She responded with feeding the first inch of my cock to her warm pussy, then stopping for second, only to to slam onto me, going deep, instantly. She kept her bottom there, without moving for a few seconds, letting out some muffled squeels of happiness. I thought I would explode right there. I held her wonderful round bottom, as she started riding me slowly and deep. After going at it like this, I started supporting the thrusts from the bottom, when she was sliding down, I was ramming it upwards. She was frantically trying to make herself silent, holding her mouth with her hand, but it just made me want to go even more.

As we kept fucking like this, the sofa was squeaking louder than we hoped it would. We decided to change position. She was riding me for a while, so I put her down on her back, and she spread her legs for me. I was kneeling in between her legs and held my cock, rubbing it up and down her lips and clit. She enjoyed the rubbing for a while then grabbed it and slid it right in. As my cock was being slowly pushed in her pussy in this position, I think we both stopped for a micro second, and looked each other in the eye. Without saying it, some part of our brains jolted, this was what we did all those years ago. She nodded and pulled me in closer. We were fucking slowly like this, it was very passionate. I was forcing myself to lean down, so I could lick her breasts and nipples while fucking her deep. With her being petite, it was a bit challenging, but very worth it. She started groaning louder and louder, and her voice and the sound of her wet pussy being pounded made me ever more passionate. The sofa did not agree with us again, the springs started causing a ruckus, the more we were going for it. I stopped, being worried we'd wake Vic. Cat put her legs down, and gently pushed me off. She stood up, and grabbed my hand with her left hand, and the blanket with her right. She pulled me towards the balcony door, and gently opened it. She threw the blanket on the balcony floor, and pulled me closer on top of it. She was kneeling, and started sucking me off, the taste of her own juices made her even hornier. She turned around and went on all fours. As I was about to ram it in, she changed her mind and lied down on her back, like how we did it on the sofa a little while ago, missionary. I certainly didn't mind.

As we were fucking like this, I was switching between kneeling and being hunched over. The second time I was kneeling and was holding her legs in my hands, she moved even closer to me and lifted her legs upwards around my neck. I started kissing and licking her shin, sucking on a toe every once in a while. I felt her panting As I started to come close, I slowed down and asked her where I she wants me to cum. She just whispered "Keep fucking me please." Just like I held her in place she wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, and pulled me in greedily. She urged me to keep fucking her, so, like the good friend that I am, I kept at it. I put her legs back around my neck, and moved in closer to her breasts so I could go even deeper like this. I could feel her breathing becoming deeper and more rapid at which point I thought I will explode too. To give her a final chance of having my semen go elsewhere, I told her that I am about to cum. As a response she grabbed and held onto my arms. I felt my cum exploding in there, filling her nicely as I went as deep as I could for my final thrust. As I was pumping her pussy full, she started flailing her arms, having an orgasm of her own, so I quickly grabbed her right boom, massaging it, while sucking on the other. Because we were teasing each other for a while during the evening this was a gigantic orgasm for me, and I was hoping it was satisfactory for her too.

She put her legs down, and I leaned back, but I stayed inside her for a little longer. When I slowly pulled it out a huge gush of my cum poured all over the blanked, pouring down her pussy and ass cheeks. I haven't had sex before this occasion for about a week, so it wasn't a small amount for me. We were then sitting there for a while, against the balcony, chatting. To our surprise, there was no awkwardness, we said if anyone can do this without complicating things, it's us. Cat said she really-really needed a good fuck, but she never thought I would be the one giving it to her. "What are friends for, huh?" She made an unsure face, smiling: "Haha, pretty sure not all friends do... this."

When she said "this", her voice got distracted, as she saw a light being switched on inside. Not the living room, but from the hall, where the toilet was. And when we looked closely, we saw the bedroom door being open. I jumped up, going "shit, shit, SHIT!". Cat was not as frantic about it as I thought she would be. Usually, she can easily go hectic over things and I am the one reminding her to take a deep breath and stay composed, whatever the situation is. But that's me being oh-so wise a few countries away. "Do you think she saw us? Might just got up to go for a piss." - I tried to weigh our options. Cat grabbed the drenched blanket and started investigating her pussy, tried to clean some of it with the blanket itself. "Fuck knows...But there is no shouting, so we might be lucky." - She went inside, put on her PJs and stepped back to hand me my shorts. The lights went out from the hall, the bedroom door closed, both Vic and Cat being inside...


The second half of the story is coming, stay tuned if you want to see how it all ended.