AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I've always hated Simon, no that's not fair, envied would be a better word. He always had more than me; his family had more money than mine did and it showed from his clothes to his birthday presents. It didn't help that he lived next door and I had to endure being shown all his new things. When we both finished school it got worse; he got a better job than me and always drove a newer car. The women he got off with were always prettier and curvier than mine were too; then he got married.
At first it seemed to be the same old story, for she was a stunner. Her name was June. She was quite tall, about five foot seven, with a curvaceous body to die for. I was invited to the wedding, of course, and I had to sit through the reception watching them dance and kiss. On the upside, I did get off with her ugly younger sister Ruth. No, that's not fair either, she was just not as pretty as the bride was. She did have a nice body on her as I found out in the cloakroom later in the evening. I think weddings get some girls' juices going, for as soon as I was kissing her, her hands were all over me, pulling my zip down and getting my hard cock out. If she was a virgin before she wasn't now. Her knickers were off in a flash and I thrust my seven inches into her hot wet pussy; I kept her knickers as a trophy. Back to the reception, I just had time to kiss the bride goodbye. Good job my cock was limp or she would have felt it hard up against her body.
Life went on and soon they were back from their honeymoon; he was all smiles. Lucky bastard I thought. I had seen Ruth a few times, she seemed quite keen, but I'm afraid I was just using her as a sperm bank. Anyway, she was around my flat one evening where I had the intention of making a deposit inside her then kicking her out, when Simon and June turned up with their wedding and honeymoon pictures. Ruth hadn't seen them yet so I had to endure an hour of smiling family and friends. When we got to the honeymoon, things picked up, for there was June spilling out of her small bikini in a very eye catching way. Simon seemed very keen on showing me his prize bride in all her near naked glory -- how I hated the guy. When they had left, Ruth got the benefit of my ardour for I could still see her sister's face and body in my mind as I thrust between her thighs.
Some weeks later Ruth and I got an invite to a barbecue party at Simon and June's house. I didn't really want to go but Ruth was all for it. Of course their house was big and impressive. I made my way to the bar and started to drink it dry. To be fair, Ruth had made an effort and she looked good. She was wearing these tight jeans and a thin top with no bra underneath -- she does have nice firm tits. June, however, was in a different class altogether and looked magnificent in her mini-dress with its low neckline.
By now I had a few and, as I was upstairs looking for the loo, I bumped into June, literally. I apologised, but she just put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Through her slurred drunken words, she said that Ruth had confided in her about me. This was intriguing. She said Ruth had told her how good I was in bed, not like her limp-dicked husband. Oh, this was rich. All these years I had been envious of him, and he couldn't even get it up for his new bride. The next bit was obvious, of course, for even my drunken mind knew what to say next.
"Come over anytime and I'll give you a good seeing to," I offered.
Later, when I replayed it in my mind, I had second thoughts. Suppose she told Simon about my pass at her. Too late now to worry about it, so I took Ruth home and fucked her brains out, replacing her in my mind for that of her sister.
I was sitting, watching the football on telly, when the front doorbell went. I wasn't expecting anyone -- Ruth was working late -- and there, in all her glory, was June. Oh no here it comes, I thought, I'm going to get an earful about the other day. But no, she seemed all sweetness and light. I made us some drinks and we chatted for awhile. Then out of the blue she came out with it, was I serious about my offer. For a couple of heartbeats I paused. Do I say yes and get a slap for my honesty or do I play it as the drunken friend and deny everything. I decided on honesty and said yes. I thought she was the sexiest woman I knew. I could see that was the right thing to say.
She thanked me for my honesty for she said she was beginning to wonder; Simon didn't or couldn't perform in bed. I poured us a second drink and we sat there in silence; I was at a loss what to do next. Of course I'd like to fuck her brains out, but she was the new bride of my oldest friend. In the end I made an offer, "Anytime you need me," I said, "you can call around." That was fairly ambiguous I thought.
I watched her face and I could see her make her mind up. She stood up and took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I stood there speechless as she stripped off her clothes and lay down on my bed. The record for shedding my clothes was thirteen seconds, today I beat it by a good five. My hands became full of her curves and we kissed. Soon I worked my way down her perfect body, her legs opened as I got there, and my tongue found just the right place. My hands reached up and squeezed her tits hard. Her first orgasm came then; her hips moving hard against my face. I now moved up and my hard cock entered her for the first time. She pushed back at me to maximise the friction between us. Hher second orgasm now triggered mine.
We lay there not talking for awhile, then she said, "That's better," with a smile.
I couldn't believe any red-blooded male could pass up this sexy creature. So perhaps Simon is not all what he seems. I must keep my back to the wall next time I see him. I was intrigued at what Ruth had said about me, so I asked. Well, it seemed that Ruth knew I was just using her for sex, but she didn't mind too much, as sex with me was great. While we talked, my hands were busy fondling her curves until she made it clear she wanted me to shut up and deal with her needs. Her legs opened wide and I moved between them. I was almost sucked in by the vacuum, we seemed to fit together perfectly. Our movements built up to a joint crashing climax, leaving us all sweaty but satisfied.
She got up and used my shower, then dressed and left. Before she did she said that we'd be doing this all again very soon and very often. With that we kissed. She brought something out of her handbag and handed it to me, then she left. I looked at the photograph she had handed me. It showed her topless on the beach. The words she had written across it said, "Keep it hard for me, Love June." Perhaps I don't hate Simon quite as much now, in fact, I pity him a bit.
THE END
