Kristy

It was around three in the morning when I suddenly woke up from noise downstairs. The attic where my bedroom was located let in noise very well, not only from the lower part of the house but also from the street. I lived alone; my parents had built this house about five years earlier. The house itself wasn't big—a single-story with a small attic. The first floor had a kitchen, a bathroom, and an entryway, while the attic had a bedroom, a storage room, and a small balcony. I was feeling uneasy when suddenly my mobile phone rang. I hurried to answer; it was my friend Kristy. We study together at college, and a week ago we took our last exam. I was surprised by her call; at this time, she was supposed to be flying

home. Honestly, I felt an attraction to her; sometimes thoughts come into my head that I'm ashamed to even think about.

 — Hello?

 — Hi, sorry it's so late, but my flight was canceled, and I've checked out of the dormitory where I was staying. Can I stay at your place for a few days?

 — Yes, of course. Will you be here soon?

 — Yes, actually, I'm standing right outside your house.

 — Oh, okay, I'll open the door now.

Thank you so much; I'm really grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I'd be sleeping on the street.

Don't say things like that; I'm actually glad to have you. If you don't mind, you can sleep with me in the bed. I just don't want you sleeping on the floor.

Yes, that's fine. Kristy put her bags in the entryway near the radiator, took something out of her bag, and asked where she could change. With a light gesture of my hand, I pointed to the neighboring door of the storage room. And then she stood before me in a bright red, tight-fitting nightgown. Everything about her excited me: her beautiful long blonde hair, her sky-blue eyes, her full third-size breasts, her nipples awkwardly protruding as if peering through the red fabric at me.

Well, shall we sleep? she said. Without thinking long, I replied: Yes, you're probably tired after this hard day for you. Good night.

We lay side by side; she quickly fell asleep. I watch as

you sleep. Oh my God, she slept like an angel. I couldn't even imagine for a second that you would be sleeping in the same bed with me. I watched her all night, dreaming of kissing her.

At exactly nine, the alarm went off. I quickly turned it off; I didn't want to wake Kristy from her sleep, but she didn't seem to be thinking of waking up anyway. I quietly left the room and went downstairs: washed up, got dressed, and decided to go to the market for groceries. Time flew by quickly. I returned at half past one with three bags completely stuffed with various products. I put the groceries away in the refrigerator and went to wake Kristy, but she wasn't in the bedroom. Then I decided to go down to the bathroom; the door was closed from the inside.

I knocked on it, and after about six seconds, it opened, and I saw my friend naked. She was beautiful; her virgin body was so alluring.

 — Good thing you came. Maybe you'll join me? We could scrub each other's backs?

 — Okay, I replied.

Then I undressed and entered the bathroom. Kristy handed me a washcloth. I sat behind her, burning with wild excitement. I began to scrub her back from the left shoulder and slowly moved down to the tailbone and then back up again. She turned to me and suggested I scrub her breasts. Silently, I began to rub them. Oh, how healthy she looked; she seemed to glow. I slowly rubbed around the nipple and smoothly moved to the nipple itself. Kristy closed her eyes and began to lick, and soon bite, her lips. It became clearly noticeable that she liked it. Then I decided to take a risk and with my other free hand, starting from her heel, I slowly began to move up to her most valuable treasure. Her smoothly shaved pubic area, with a thin line of hair, seemed to desire my touch. I brought my fingers closer to her lips, moving them clockwise and counterclockwise, so gently that Kristy couldn't hold back and began to make sounds of unprecedented pleasure from her mouth. Then I stopped rubbing her breasts with the washcloth, brought my head closer, and began to caress her nipple with my tongue. She began to moan more often and louder, which pleased me. With one finger, I entered her pussy directly; I felt its pulsation—an unforgettable sensation. But suddenly, the pulsation sharply gripped my finger, as if pulling it in further. Her breathing abruptly stopped, her cry became longer, and soon it completely faded away. Yes, I knew I had given her an unforgettable pleasure. She fell asleep, right in the bathtub. I lay next to her, resting my head on her chest.

When she woke up, we got dressed, went to cook dinner, and ate. Kristy didn't say anything about what had happened a few hours earlier, and I was afraid to talk to her about it. Kristy found out by phone that the next plane ticket would only be available by July 8th, and today was only the 1st. By eleven at night, we got ready to go to sleep. Kristy put on a yellow tank top and blue shorts, and I put on a white tank top and red silk panties. We wished each other good night and went to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep; Kristy was lying with her back to me. After about three minutes, Kristy turned to me and began kissing my stomach. I was extremely surprised, though I didn't resist. She slowly took off my bra and began sucking on my nipple, while with her other hand she squeezed and released my breast. I was experiencing such pleasure that I couldn't restrain myself; my silk panties were soaked through. She tormented me like that for another twenty minutes, then slowly moved her tongue down to my thighs and took off my damp panties. She began to penetrate deeper and deeper with her tongue; I moaned with pleasure. I took off her tank top and then her shorts. We rubbed our completely naked bodies against each other, giving each other true pleasure. That night, Kristy and I grew very close. I still love her to this day, and after that, she stayed to live with me.