Anita

Her name was Anita.

We were the same age, neighbors, best friends and classmates in high school. I had been been fascinated with her body for years. I never told her, of course, at least not before that day. Anita was gorgeous; she was arguably the best-looking girl in the high school, and she drove me crazy. Her breasts were perfectly shaped breasts; she always had an incredible, light-brown tan. Attractive brown eyes; silky, brown, shoulder-length hair; sparkly white teeth; a shapely butt; and a perfect model-like figure. I considered myself lucky to be friends with her.

I don’t mean to say that I wasn’t attractive. I considered myself a cute blond with a nice figure, who was proud of my small breasts. But Anita fascinated me. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at other times, lustful. I had always though myself to be straight, but there was something about Anita that made me squirm. And when I played with myself at night, I often thought of Anita and imagined how beautiful her naked body would be.

My relationship with Anita changed about a month after we had started college. We went to different schools, but often worked together on projects for classes we were both taking. During our first semester we were each assigned to complete a mathematics problem by the end of the term. Much to our delight, our professors agreed that we could work as partners. We completed most of the project online, but on one Saturday, I had returned home to visit my grandmother who had come to visit with my parents. Anita and I decided to discuss our project via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to talk or to gossip.

I always liked visiting home; as much as I liked college, at home I had a room to myself. My laptop had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our project with Anita. The discussion was normal; after about an hour Anita was called by her mom for dinner. Anita told me she would be back, and we could finish our conversation later, so Anita turned off her monitor. Twenty minutes later, however, Anita sent me a text saying that she was going to visit a girlfriend and that we could finish discussing the project in the morning. I agreed, but I didn’t close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would return and we would talk.

The audio was still on from Anita’s webcam, so I was able to hear her return. She turned the lights on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to come to the computer to speak to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her phone. I almost texted her to tell her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Anita’s webcam was pointed directly at her office chair, but since the chair was turned to its side, I had a clear view of her bed.

Suddenly, Anita removed her t-shirt. My heart stopped; I was in awe. She must’ve forgotten I was there. She didn’t remember the webcam was on. I didn’t know what to do. The ‘friend’ part of me wanted to close the computer and leave her alone. But the horny “attracted to Anita” part of me wanted to stay. I’d never seen this much of Anita, or of any woman, and she was gorgeous. Her belly was flat. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling feeling between my legs, and I could feel my pussy begin to juice into my panties. Anita’s nipples were light brown, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen breasts were the most fascinating thing I had ever seen.

Anita sat on her bed. She was in no hurry. She was interested in herself. Anita plucked, played, and caressed her nipples and her breasts. She felt them like she was letting someone else make love to them, with a gentle fondling and teasing of her nipples. After watching her tease her breasts for five minutes, my panties were soaked, even my pajama bottoms were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts down to mid-thigh; my pink panties had a baseball-size red wet spot in front of my pussy. I couldn’t take much more of this, but Anita was only getting started.

Still sitting on the bed, Anita leant backward and pulled her jeans off. No panties! There she sat, entirely nude, totally oblivious to me watching her only a few miles away. Anita grabbed a small, handheld mirror from her nightstand; she spread her legs and examined her pussy. It was a perfect pussy, clean shaven and well-kept. Anita, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her pussy through the reflection in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of control. My heart could hardly take it. My panties were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual excitement in my life. I quickly stood up and locked my door. I sat back in my chair, pulled off my pajama bottoms and slid my panties down to me knees and slowly began stroking my pussy.

Moments later, Anita stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the camera’s view, she held a pink rabbit vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her house countless times I had never seen such vibrator. I’d also never used one before. She turned it on; it almost seemed like it was too much for her to handle. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knees in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my face was exasperated and fatigued from the overwhelming excitement, her face was calm and stern. I matched my stroking with hers; when Anita sped up, I sped up. I was so wet I was worried that my parents or grandparents would hear my sounds of masturbation, but I didn’t really care. I was desperate to come with Anita. Anita sped up, and began to breathe deeply. Her hips started to move slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her breasts. I did the same. I inserted my left hand under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Anita’s face was changing. Her eyes were closed; her mouth hung slightly open. Her hand movements became faster; she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her pussy. I rubbed myself faster, and I could feel my orgasm building. I felt the wave of pleasure getting stronger and stronger. As my right hand was rubbing my pussy, my left hand squeezed my right breast, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened wide, I took one huge, deep breath, and then lost control. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but intense moan, and I made a small puddle on the chair. I sat for a moment shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the mess I had made, but when I looked back up, Anita was coming. Her toes curled, her hips sank into the bed, her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed as hard as they could, her pussy made sexy squishing noises, and she let a soft moan. Her legs shook, and her hand grabbed the blanket. She shook for about fifteen seconds before she regained control of herself. She turned the vibrator off and then lay exhausted on the bed and fell asleep.

I quickly turned off the live feed. I was unsure of what I had just done. Part of me was mortified, but the other was elated.

I said nothing about it to Anita. As far as I knew, she had no idea I watched her. I was concerned, though. Anita would have had to have seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the computer. It would have shown that I disconnected, but she would never know how long I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my masturbation fodder for the next two weeks.

We finished our project -- successfully -- without my having to tell Anita of my night as a voyeur. After the semester ended, we both went home, but it wasn’t until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Anita’s house to spend the night. We had had regular sleepovers during high school, and this one was fairly normal from the beginning. But I wanted to see that dildo. I wanted to hold it. I had to wait until I was alone in her bedroom.

Anita suggested that we go swimming in her pool since it was a nice, hot summer day. I didn’t bring a bathing suit, but Anita offered to let me borrow one of her suits, so I did not have to swim in my clothes (I wasn’t wearing underwear). She had neighbors, so swimming naked was out of the question -- plus her parents would not approve.

I changed in Anita’s room after we swam. I was finally in the bedroom alone, and I was anxious to have a look at the rabbit dildo I saw her masturbate with. I opened drawer after drawer looking for it and finally found it in her bottom drawer under all her clothes. I grabbed it, picked it up, and examined it closely. It looked expensive. I turned it on, and it vibrated in my hand. Just holding the sex toy in my hand made me shiver with excitement.

I quickly put it back in the drawer, but after a moment took it back out. I had to try it. Just once. Just for a minute. I’d never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still nude, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. It felt fantastic. After only a minute or so, I thought I was going to come. I turned the intensity up and started moving it in and out of my pussy, which, at this point, was very wet. The pleasure was intense and was growing stronger, but then I saw Anita standing in the doorway.

I threw the rabbit on the floor and tried to cover myself. “Sorry,” I exclaimed. Anita stood there with an intrigued look on her face. She walked toward me, picked up the rabbit, tuned it off and sat next to me on the bed. I expected her to close the door and leave, but she didn’t.

“No, I’m sorry. I should have knocked. I thought you were finished,” Anita replied, a smile crossed her face.

For a reason that I cannot explain, neither of us did anything but look in each other’s eyes. We didn’t move; we didn’t speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. What happened next was beyond my control; my mind and its actions were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the awkward silence, Anita leant toward me and put her soft lips against mine. My mind raced, panicked and confused: “She kissed me! She’s kissing me! What do I do?” But I let it happen. I didn’t pull back or refuse. I kissed her back, thinking of all the times I fantasized about the two of us. We kissed, and our tongues found each other. I’d never felt such a sensation before. She was warm; her lips were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each other, continuing to kiss. Her left arm wrapped around my back, and her right hand reached for my breasts. I wrapped my hands around her head.

I whispered, “I want to see you naked.” Anita pulled away and slowly unbuttoned her top and undid a very sexy black bra. Down went her jeans, leaving her naked except for very sex black panties that erotically cupped her pussy. She came back to the bed and resumed kissing me immediately. Our nipples rubbed together, which sent shockwaves through me. My mind raced, here I was in bed with the only girl I ever fantasized about. I rubbed her breasts, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed like hours of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each other’s eyes. My emotions were torn. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Anita was better-looking naked, especially in my erotic state. Her breasts were perfect, and her pussy was smooth. She asked me to move my head to the pillow. I did, and after having laid on my back, Anita crawled to the top of the bed and played with my senses. She kissed my lips once again with tenderness; her mouth moved to my neck, then to my shoulders. When her mouth found my breasts, she began to gently lick them, from their base to my nipples, each time stopping to suckle me. She sucked until my nipples were so hard they hurt so I moved her head away. She kissed her way down my stomach to my thighs. She slid between my legs. Her soft fingers gently skimmed over my breasts, and my nipples stood erect and tingled. Her hands moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner thighs and ran her fingers all the way down my slick legs and up again. She was driving me crazy. I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Her hands went to my knees and spread my legs. She rested one, and only one, of her fingers just above my saturated, shaven pussy. Her rubbed the area around my pussy, between my outer lips, pressing on my mound, never touching me.

“I need you to do me” I whispered.

And when she finally touched me, and an unfathomable sensation of pleasure erupted throughout my body. Anita began wiggling one finger in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were incredible. Then, her head disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my pussy that I had never felt before -- her tongue. It felt great; every part of my body was tingling. She licked me like a cat licks its fur: up and down, up and down. She’d only just begun, and my body could hardly stand the pleasure. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my best not to squish her head between my knees.

My heart raced and my breaths were short and quick. Anita began moving her tongue in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My knees began to quiver. I clinched my eyes as tightly as possible. I breathed in short moaning gasps. My hands grabbed the sheets tightly as my body shivered. The pleasure was building in me. I began quietly moaning, every second becoming slightly louder. Suddenly, I no longer had control.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

After hearing that, Anita sped up. My toes curled, my legs shook violently, and I let out a loud squeal. I was coming. From my head to my toes, my entire body felt amazing, and it shook without restraint. From my pussy, a white liquid oozed from my pussy into Anita’s mouth and downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for several minutes, without saying a word, enjoying that wonderful feeling after an orgasm, and trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. Anita didn’t say anything either. She gently rubbed my thighs.

I regained my breath and sat upward. I looked toward Anita, whose face was wet with my come. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. A small stream of gooey cream still oozed onto my thighs. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like someone had spilled a cup of water. Anita put her arms around me and rolled me on top of her.

I kissed my way down Anita’s body. I wanted to taste her small tits; I had fantasized about her nipples forever and now I was able to suck on them, feel them between my fingers and just admire their beauty. My mouth continued downward while my fingers played with her nipples. I could sense Anita’s arousal climbing. Her breath became short and coupled with soft moans. Knowing I was causing this was so erotic, I felt my pussy juice again.

“I want you to go down on me.”

I let my mouth slide over Anita’s panties, then pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open breathing and moaning as I teased her body. The most erotic sight was her pussy behind her panties. Her wetness was visible and oozing through the fabric. Not being able to resist the urge, my mouth went to her pussy and I began to suck her juices through her panties. Anita spread her legs wider apart, an obvious invitation. Then her hand slid down and peeled back the center of her panties, exposing her pussy to me.

“Do me” she whispered, her voice husky with lust.

The feeling of eating her pussy while she still had her panties on was too erotic for me. As my mouth went to her, I began to finger my own pussy. I wanted to come with her. The fingers of my other hand spread her pussy lips, opening her pinkness. And then I tasted my first pussy. Anita was smooth on my tongue and very wet. I slid my tongue in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. Salty, but somehow sweet, and very warm. I could already tell that Anita was getting close to an orgasm. With every stroke of my tongue, I could feel more of her juices. She was quickly approaching an orgasm; I could feel her getting closer. Without much warning, she moved her hips to press her pussy harder against my mouth. I could hardly keep my mouth on her pussy because she was squirming so much. She wrapped her hands around my head to hold me in place.

I was close to my own orgasm and let my fingers strum my clit to get me home. I began to moan and the oral vibrations on Anita’s pussy pushed her over the edge. She moaned as her body went stiff. I could feel her pussy muscles spasming against my tongue as she gave one last orgasmic moan as her orgasm hit. And then I came with another moan of my own. I could feel my juices running down into my crack and onto my thighs. After Anita finished coming, I wiped my face on the sheet and moved beside her; we laid side by side for a long time. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a word for the better of ten minutes. The bed had wet spots, the room smelled of sex, and we were sweaty and sticky. After having regained our heart rates, breaths, and minds, we spoke.

“I didn’t know you were into me” Anita whispered.

“Yeah, for years” I replied.

“I don’t know what came over me, but I just wanted you … a feeling that I must have felt but never realized” Anita admitted.

“I have fantasized about fucking you for a very long time and honestly cannot believe we just made love“ I whispered.

“I hope it’s not the last time” Anita softly pleaded.

“There is one thing, though, Anita: you’ll have to show me how to use that dildo.”

Anita smiled and laughed.

From there, Anita and I became even closer. And sex became much more intimate. I didn’t regret any bit of it. Nothing at all.