Stacey's Question
written by:
CrunchieBite

Stacey's Question By CrunchieBite Copyright 2007

Authors Note: I have already started a second part to this story but, I guess only time (and the comments I receive) will tell if I ever post it. I look forward to any input, comments or suggestions that anybody reading this story may have.

"Mark, did you like my pussy?"

You know in the movies where someone almost chokes on their food or drink when asked an awkward question? Well, I can confirm that it is like that in real life as well - Stacey's question left me in a coughing fit having just swallowed a mouthful of coke down the wrong hole and into my lungs!

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We had now both reached the ripe old age of eighteen - much to Stacey's annoyance, I was a few months older than her but, what was a couple of months between friends? We had both lived on the same street in houses opposite each other and been friends for as long as either of us could remember.

Throughout our lives, we had both attended the same local schools; each morning, we would walk to school together but, despite both being in the same classes, we would have little contact during the day. Stacey had her own group of girl friends and I had my mates - the two groups never really mixed. At the end of school, we would usually walk home together and there weren't many evenings that we didn't hook up to spend time together; more often than not, our evenings involved playing a board game or two, helping each other with homework, watching a film, or a mix of all of the above. I don't think it would be putting words into Stacey's mouth if I said that we both liked each other a lot and got on very well together. Thinking back about our childhood, I can't remember ever having had a falling out or argument with Stacey. Sure, there were differences in opinion where, for example, I wanted to play one game where Stacey wanted to play another, but those were always sorted out amicably.

During our early to mid teens we moved on from playing kids games and graduated to playing sporting games against each other and taking long hikes around the farmland and woods surrounding the small village we lived in. Many a long summer's evening was spent wandering the local area talking about our lives, our friends and our families. I guess it was the type of conversations that a boyfriend and girlfriend would have had together although I never tried to be her boyfriend. Likewise, Stacey never tried to be anything other than a playmate and trustworthy friend to me. That might sound odd especially during our early teens when we were both struggling to control our hormones and incessant curiosity about the opposite sex but, there was something about the bond the two of us had - yes she was an attractive girl and I was a boy but, there was an invisible line that neither of us crossed with one another.

While I never crossed that line with Stacey, that isn't to say I was all sweet and innocent! During my formative years, I'd struck up friendships with a number of girls at school and I even managed to talk several into playing the ‘I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours' game with me - a game that often just got called the ‘show' game.

One girl whom I played ‘show' with a number of times was Samantha; I initially knew her through Stacey as they were both good friends and part of the same group that hung out together at school! After out initial introduction, we had gotten to become good friends and had been out socially several times. It was one such social event that led to us first playing show together and from that, our friendship developed such that most of our early sexual experiences were with each other.

Samantha was a few months older than me and on her eighteenth birthday, Samantha surprised me by asking me to play ‘show' - this was somewhat unusual as it was normally me who had to ask. The game proceeded as normal and I stripped off first for Samantha to inspect. After a couple of minutes of her gazing at my naked body and hard cock, I got dressed and she stripped naked. When I indicated that I had seen enough, Samantha broke with the normal routine and said that she wanted to try something a friend had told her about. I was keen to know what this was and she duly explained how her friend had been fingered by her boyfriend and that Samantha wanted to try this for herself - she wanted me to finger her! I was scared shitless at the time as I had no clue what to do or what to expect but, there was no way in hell that I was going to pass up an opportunity like that. Samantha sat me down next to her on the edge of her bed and parted her legs about a hands width apart. She then took my left hand, outstretched my index finger and guided it down to just in front of the thick, curly mass of pubic hair between her legs. At that point, my knowledge of female anatomy was still not that great and although I could not see what was underneath all of that hair, I certainly felt it as Samantha slowly moved my finger through her hair; my finger was immediately enveloped by something that was damp, warm and gripped my finger tightly. The sensation of this was almost enough to make me cum in my boxers but I couldn't tell Samantha that so, I just sat there and let her move my hand however she wanted. We spent probably a couple of minutes doing this before hearing the loud bang of the front door. Samantha's parents had returned home early; fearing we'd get caught, Samantha immediately released my hand and we got dressed quicker than I think either of us had ever done before. We didn't get caught that night but, the whole experience left me wanting more.

I guess the pinnacle of my sexual experiences came about 3 months before Stacey asked ‘the question' on the night of my eighteenth birthday. Samantha and I crept up to my bedroom during a party thrown by my parents; Samantha had told me that she had a ‘birthday treat' for me. As we sneaked upstairs, I hoped and prayed that her treat would be to let me finger her again. I was disappointed when we got into my room and Samantha said no when I asked if that was what my treat was. My disappointment vanished instantly though when Samantha went one better by telling me that she was going to give me a hand job - my first ever! With the room door locked, we both quickly stripped naked and Samantha had me lay flat on my back on the bedroom floor. Samantha sat down at my waist facing towards my head and started to rub my cock while I stared intently at her thick, dark bush - god it looked so amazing. I wanted to lean across and explore between her legs while she jacked me off - possibly slipping my finger back where it had been before but, Samantha's attention to my cock was getting intense and I looked up at the ceiling to try and prolong my climax.

The ceiling didn't help one bit!

After probably less than a minute of stroking and circling of my cock, my head felt like it was going to explode. A few seconds later, Samantha twisted her hand over my hyper-sensitive, swollen glans and it was way too much for me. My head didn't explode but my penis did - I ejaculated right there and then spraying semen all over her hand, my stomach and some onto the carpet beside me. Samantha giggled and helped clean me up before we quickly dressed and decamped back to the party before anyone noticed that we were missing.

Anyhow, I digress - enough about my experiences up until that point and back to Stacey and I.

Although I had never crossed that imaginary line with Stacey, her looks hadn't gone unnoticed by me. As a younger girl, she had short pure blonde hair but, by the time she was 18, she had grown her hair to shoulders length and the colour had naturally changed to a dirty blonde shade. She had grown to be about 5'8" tall, had an adorable smile with pure blue eyes, and well toned long legs together with what looked like a proportionate chest - never having seen her breasts, I could only go on what I could see of her chest while she was clothed. I had often wondered about Stacey's body and what it looked like for as long as I had known her. I was an atypical guy back then and like most guys, I'd get erections for the most stupid of reasons; often, it only took seeing or hearing anything remotely related to sex or the female form to give me a hard-on that more often than not would last until I relieved myself. As sad as it sounds, on more occasions than I could possibly recall, Stacey was the girl who was in my mind as I played with myself on such occasions. I definitely had sexual feelings and urges towards Stacey but, our long friendship meant more to me than I was willing to risk by telling her how I felt.

The day our relationship changed was one summer's evening after a long day at school about three weeks after Stacey's eighteenth birthday. We'd come home from school and had agreed to hook up after eating to play a few games of basketball before working on our chemistry homework. Homework seemed more and more of a chore for us as we got closer to completing our school lives. To make things more enjoyable, we often played a game of some description before settling down with our work

It was about 5:30pm when I got round Stacey's back garden where we played basketball. The area around the 'court' was short cut grass surrounding a concrete goal area which had been roughly marked out with chalk. The hoop had been fixed to the side of the house by Stacey's dad several years earlier and had rusted badly in the sun over the years. We were both dressed casually in jeans and soon worked up a sweat as we played several games in the warm weather chasing each other around the ‘court'.

I'd been on a bit of a winning streak as usual and was close to winning when Stacey decided she needed a drink. She did this now and then when she was loosing as some kind of stalling tactic to break up my rhythm. I had just won a penalty and I only needed one more point to win the game so, I grew suspicious when Stacey seemed to be taking an unusually long time to return.

Finally after what seemed like an age, she returned with a glass of water having also changed out of her jeans in favour of some loose fitting blue shorts. Besides the change in wardrobe, nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she stood close behind me awaiting my penalty shot. I picked up the ball and carefully aimed at the hoop. Concentrating on the shot I had to make, I leaned forwards and released the ball just at the point of being nudged in the back by Stacey.

"Hey!" I yelled as the ball fell on the floor short of the intended target.

Stacey was grinning wildly with her hands on her hips.

I was pissed but, not a word was spoken - probably because Stacey was laughing so hard that she couldn't have said anything even if she had wanted to.

"You cheat; I'm going to get you for that!" I yelled after a few moments silence.

I began to walk over to Stacey who was still laughing hysterically. Her laughter stopped as she saw the annoyance on my face and she started to back away from me. Dropping her water onto the grass, Stacey backed away further as I quickened my pace.

I was within a few feet of her and reached out to grab her just as I was stepping off of the concrete and onto the grass. As I pressed my foot down to lunge forward, I slipped on the grass which was wet from the water she had dropped. My foot and leg flew out from beneath me spinning me forwards in the air with my arms flailing out in front of me towards Stacey. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as my outstretched arms grazed down the front of her T-shirt, snagged on the elastic waistband of her shorts and yanked them down her legs to her ankles as I landed face down on the grass at her feet.

When the brief disorientation from the hard landing passed, I looked up and found myself staring directly at the two beautiful, slender shins; I lifted my head up and my heart missed a beat as my eyes locked onto the most perfect vaginal lips I'd ever seen. Stacey was stood in front of me naked from the waist down Her vagina didn't have a visible hair on it save for a small strip of short blonde hair that extended up a couple of inches from the top of her vaginal lips. As my conscious thoughts assimilated the situation, my penis filled with blood; I had seen a vagina before but they were covered with thick pubic hair. This time it was different, this was a completely hairless woman's vagina - my first ever and more to the point, it was Stacey's!

I was transfixed by the perfection in front of my eyes but, it was all too brief as Stacey quickly bent down and pulled her shorts back up without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" I said apologetically from flat on my stomach.

"I think you had better go" Stacey said before running into the house and closing the door behind her.

I stood up, adjusted myself and walked home feeling absolutely terrible.

That night I lay in bed struggling to get to sleep; no matter what I did, my thoughts eventually returned to the image of Stacey's vagina. I knew it was wrong...she was my friend and I felt very dirty but, some primal urge took over and I ended the night masturbating furiously while picturing Stacey's vagina. Shortly after one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had, I must have dosed off as the next thing I knew it was morning and my alarm was going off.

I got up and followed my normal routine and waited outside for Stacey at the usual time - she never showed. I saw Stacey during classes throughout the morning but, she always seemed to be the last in and out of the room meaning I had no opportunity to talk to her in private. The first time I actually saw Stacey out of class was at the end of the lunch break when I found her sitting with Samantha on the edge of the sports track. I walked over to Stacey just as she and Samantha were getting up to return to class.

"I think we need to talk about last night" I said apologetically.

Stacey brushed passed me dismissively "No, we don't" she said as she carried on walking passed me whispering something into Samantha's ear.

School ended the same way as the day started. I waited for Stacey as usual but, she didn't show. I walked home alone and very concerned that the previous night's events had ended our long friendship.

Not knowing what to do with myself when I got home, I grabbed a snack then went up to my room and lay on my bed. The image of the previous night was still sticking in my mind but this time, I wasn't going to give in to my urges.

As I lay there feeling sorry for myself, the phone rang. I ran downstairs and grabbed the phone hoping that it would be Stacey - it was!

"Hi this is Mark" I said as I lifted the phone.

"Good, I was hoping that you would be home" Stacey said.

"I am so sorry for what happened last night" I said before Stacey could say another word.

"Its okay" Stacey replied

"No, it's not! I feel just terrible."

"Will you come round later on; I think we need to talk"

"Well, okay..." I replied

"Thank you! You've always been my best friend. See you around 6?"

"Sure."

As I put the phone down, I found myself feeling nervous for the first time about going round Stacey's. I didn't know what Stacey wanted to say and I had a feeling that it might be bad news.

6'o clock came and I walked across the road and knocked on the front door.

Stacey opened the door in what looked like a pair of very loose jeans and a t-shirt.

"Come with me, I need a drink first" Stacey said before I could say a word.

I walked into the house, closed the door behind me and followed Stacey's path into the kitchen.

"Do you want a coke?" Stacey asked as we walked into the kitchen

"Sure thing" I replied

Stacey walked over to the fridge where she bent over to pull out to cans of coke. As she bent down, her t-shirt crept up her back revealing the top of her white underwear. Not wanting to get into even more trouble with Stacey, I turned and looked out of the window until she came and stood next to me. Taking two glasses off of the worktop, she started pouring the two cans into the glasses.

We stood in silence looking at each other and sipping on the chilled liquid.

Stacey seemed nervous and I watched as she took a long, deep breath.

It was at that point that Stacey asked "The Question".

"Mark, did you like my pussy?"

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So here I was, literally choking on coke with Stacey pounding me on the back. Eventually, a few sips from a freshly poured glass of water got the coughing under control and I quickly made my exit for the bathroom down the hall.

I hid in the bathroom like a scared kid for what seemed like an eternity gathering my thoughts.

"Where the hell did that come from?" "How do I answer a question like that?" "Should I answer a question like that?"

Those and several questions of a similar vein ran through my mind.

"You ok in there" Stacey shouted from the kitchen.

I figured I couldn't hide in the bathroom forever, so I flushed the toilet and washed my hands pretending to have peed then exited.

Stacey was standing in the corner of the kitchen casually leaning up against the worktop as if nothing had happened.

"Still my friend?"

I nodded. "Of course I am"

"Good, then I suggest we go upstairs and continue this up there".

The house was eerily quiet as we walked through to the stairs and up and into Stacey's bedroom.

"Are your parents out?" I asked nervously.

"Yes," Stacey answered over her shoulder as she dropped down onto the floor next to her bed. "They've gone to see Aunt Leah and won't be back until late on tonight."

As I sat down on the floor close to Stacey I again found myself thinking of her in a sexual way. Stacey was sitting on the floor opposite me with her knees bent underneath her and, from what I could see, she was having as much trouble with the situation as I was. Usually, Stacey was relaxed, but right now she was biting her lip and playing with her hair and fidgeting - she seemed nervous.

I didn't know what to do or say and just looked at her.

"What?" she asked with a blush creeping over her cheeks.

"I'm sorry"

"Yes?" she prompted

"I know you probably think I deliberately went for your shorts when I slipped but it was seriously an accident....after all, how could I have known you weren't wearing any underwear?"

"I know it was an accident" Stacey said biting her bottom lip.

"So, did you like my pussy?" she asked again

I hesitated as I very carefully thought about how to answer her.

"Yes" I replied smiling and nodding my head.

"That is a very unusual question for you to ask; why did you ask it?"

Stacey blushed "To break the ice!"

My friend stared at me for a good minute before speaking. "You have to promise me that you'll never tell anyone about tonight!"

"Tonight, what about tonight?" I asked completely confused

"Shut up and promise me" Stacey demanded unusually forthright.

I rolled my eyes.

"Have I ever told anyone anything you'd told me in confidence?"

"This is different, very different."

"Okay, I promise I'll never tell anyone," I said.

She took a deep breath.

"Let me start by saying that yesterday when my shorts were down and you were starring at me, I found the feeling very..." Stacey paused.

"Yes?" I prompted

"Exciting" Stacey gasped.

Now Stacey was really blushing; not only was her face red but her throat and the visible portion of her chest as well.

"Hold on, I need to pee" Stacey said as she jumped up and dashed out of the door.

"Do you want another drink?" she shouted as she ran downstairs.

"Sure" I yelled back - suddenly I was feeling very thirsty.

I sat in Stacey's bedroom alone for two or three minutes thinking about what she had just told me. I walked across the room and looked out of the window; Stacey had never told me anything like that before I thought as I watched the cars and people passing by outside.

I turned to head back to my original position. As I walked passed Stacey's dressing table, something on the chair in front of it caught my eye. I looked around - Stacey wasn't around - then walked over to the chair. Resting on top of the seat was a screwed up pile of Stacey's clothes

"I wonder" I thought "dirty laundry?"

I carefully thumbed through the pile; there was a black bra tangled up in the pile, amongst a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, her shorts from last night and.....oh yes - as I had hoped, a pair of knickers.

I looked around again....still no sign of Stacey.

I had to be quick I thought to myself as I lifted the knickers out of the pile. They were black silken panties with see through lacy sides; the material felt unbelievably soft as I rubbed it gently between my fingers.

"If these are dirty, then Stacey's vagina will have been in direct contact with the crotch area" I thought to myself.

I turned the knickers inside out; as clear as daylight, I could see a smudged white stripe running down the lower portion of the front panel - I was right,

"That must have been where the material had been in direct contact with her vagina" I thought to myself.

Several of my more experienced friends had often spoken of the scent of a woman's vagina and I was curious to find out for myself what they had been talking about. I was about to hold the knickers up to my nose when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly buried the knickers back into the pile and darted back across the bedroom sitting back down on the floor just before Stacey got to the door.

Stacey walked back into the bedroom and sat opposite me again. We sat in silence for a moment or two as we drank the cokes she'd fetched.

"Remember, you swore you'd never tell anyone about this?"

"My lips are completely sealed!" I replied

"If you ever tell anyone, I'll be in big trouble with my parents and some of the girls at school."

"Stacey, you know me better than that!" I replied re-assuringly

Stacey took another sip of her coke.

"Well, I was talking to Samantha at lunch about what happened yesterday and she told me all about the games you two play"

"Oh" I replied completely gob smacked..."So much for our secret Samantha" I thought to myself.

"Why haven't you ever asked me to play that game?" Stacey asked abruptly.

"I always thought we had a pretty open friendship."

"We do" I replied "but we've never spoken about sex or our bodies or anything like that in all the time I've know you!"

"It's not like it is something I could just come and ask you out of the blue"

"I have thought about asking you though"

Stacey smiled.

"What's stopped you asking then?

"I don't know" I replied "I've always thought that asking you would be crossing a line"

"Do you mind answering some more questions for me?" Stacey asked after a brief pause.

"There are more questions?" I asked nervously

"I want tonight to be a night of truths" Stacey replied "I want us to be completely honest with each other. No secrets - just tell each other the truth. I think we both know that we have hidden feelings for each other!"

"Feelings; Such as?" I replied

"Remember, you swore you'd never tell!"

"Yes, yes" I replied slightly miffed at her constant reminders about my secrecy.

"I'm talking about sexual feelings and urges" she said in a soft voice.

"Ok" I replied feeling very excited at the way things seemed to be heading.

"I've always wanted to know if you think about me when you masturbate."

I gulped.

Of course I had - I'd always found playing with myself pleasurable when I showered or bathed and thinking about Stacey as I did it made it all the more pleasurable.

"You really want me to answer that?" I replied

"Yes!" Stacey urged me on.

"It won't freak you out or spoil our friendship?"

"No, just tell me the truth"

"Ok" I replied.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Do you?" Stacey urged.

I nodded. "Yes, I do."

Stacey's next question shot out with no hesitation. "How often?"

"I've....I don't know - a lot of times"

"Cool... Do you do it every day?"

"Most" I replied feeling slightly uncomfortable admitting how often I played with myself.

"Do you?" I asked not wanting to let this conversation become all one sided.

Stacey's eyes got big. "Um...yes" Stacey said looking slightly embarrassed.

"How often?"

"I do it virtually every time I shower in the morning and sometimes in my bed before I go to sleep. I think about you while I am doing it too"

The line had now truly been crossed and there was no going back now. I couldn't get the image of Stacey masturbating about me out of my head and my cock was straining in my jeans.

"So, are you going to ask me to play this game you play with Samantha?" Stacey changed the subject again.

"Um...I'm not sure" things were moving very quick and I wasn't thinking straight.

"Don't you want to?" Stacey asked directly.

Stacey's directness brought me back to my senses...never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine playing ‘show' with Stacey.

"Want to??? I would flipping well love to!" I replied

Stacey smiled

"You know the rules?" I asked wanting to be sure that Samantha had given her an accurate picture of what ‘show' was.

"Yeah, I know Samantha told me all about it...you show me your, um, cock?"

"You really want me to do that?"

Stacey nodded. "I really want to see it."

"Why?"

"Why do you think? I'm curious. You've seen me and I've wanted to see you for ages! "

"So, can we play it?" she asked again eagerly

"You realise its not just that don't you?" I prompted again wanting to be sure Stacey knew what she was asking for. Although I was being cautious, I really REALLY wanted to play it with Stacey.

Stacey's eyes got huge. "You mean that I have to take off my clothes as well?"

I nodded in silence.

"You're sure your parents won't come home unexpectedly?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Well, all right - I'll play it with you but, no chickening out half way through!"

"Ok" Stacey replied "I don't mind undressing first if that is what you want?"

The thought of what was about to happen was thrilling beyond belief. My throat was very dry, my heart was pounding, I felt slightly light headed and...I could feel the pre-cum seeping out of my cock. I had been in this situation countless times before with girls I had known, but this time with Stacey was somehow very different.

"Ok" I replied. "No time like the present"

Stacey stood up and put her glass on her dressing table. She paused looking at the chair.

"Shit..." I thought to myself "she knows something has been moved"

Several seconds passed before Stacey returned to the middle of the room with a big grin on her face; she never said anything about the chair but, I was pretty sure she knew.

"Turn around" Stacy said shyly.

"Why?" I asked eager to watch her undress.

"You can look when I am naked" Stacey replied.

"Why not let me watch you undress?"

"Look, I've not exactly done this before Mark - I'm a little nervous ok?"

Not wanting to spoil things, I shuffled around on my bum until my back was facing her.

A few moments passed and I could hear clothes rustling and zippers undoing behind me.

"OK turn around" Stacey said softly.

I shuffled around on my bum very, very slowly until I was facing her again.

There before me stood my Stacey wearing absolutely nothing; she stood with one arm over her breasts and the other hand over her crotch and her thighs tightly pressed against one another. On top of the bed laid her discarded jeans, a T-shirt, a white bra and a white pair of knickers. I stood there dumbfounded as I saw more of Stacey than I had ever seen in all the years I had known her. Her long smooth legs ran high up to her slim waist. Her stomach was as flat as any other that I had seen before and even though her arm covered most of her breasts, I could still get a good idea as to the size of her firm, round breasts.

"Your turn"

"Um usually we don't play it like this" I replied somewhat hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Stacey asked making sure her most delightful areas were still concealed.

"Well, usually one person strips and is looked at then they get dressed and the other person does the same". I replied trying not to sound forceful.

"Could we not change it so that we both undress and look at each other together?"

"If that is how you would prefer it Stacey then no problems". I was desperate to get a look at her breasts.

Stacey nodded.

"Turn around" I told Stacey.

"Huh...Why?" she asked.

"Fair is fair....I couldn't watch you undress so, you can't watch me"

Stacey looked slightly miffed but turned around as I had asked.

I took a brief pause to gaze at her perfect, firm ass cheeks which were now directly in front of me before I stood up and kicked off my trainers. I noted how there wasn't a blemish or spot anywhere on her back as I quickly lifted my T-shirt off of my chest and over my head before tossing it onto her bed. My jeans and boxer shorts followed shortly afterwards until I was standing stark naked a few feet behind Stacey.

Again, I took another brief pause to gaze at her amazing ass, placed my hands over my cock and then asked her to turn around.

Stacey turned around with her arms still covering her modesty and I watched her intently as her eyes immediately dropped down to my groin. We were still standing a few feet apart and we looked at each other intently. We had never seen this much of each others bodies and the only thing covering our most private bodily regions was our hands.

"We can't stand like this forever; Who's going to go reveal all first?" I asked Stacey

"Well, since I have 2 hands covering me" Stacey replied "I will remove one of mine then you and then my final hand".

I nodded - her suggestion was fair if nothing else.

"Ready?" Stacey asked

I nodded again and she removed her arm from across her breasts. I removed my hands from my raging erection.

"You look pretty excited." Stacey said with a grin.

"Well, I've, never been naked in front of you before."

Her eyes sparkled at my words.

"Well, I've, never been naked in front of a guy before." Stacey replied.

The true meaning of Stacey's words took a few seconds to resonate through my mind before I finally twigged how special what we were doing was to her. She had never had a boyfriend, probably never seen a guy naked (at least in person) and had chosen me to be her first for all these new sights and sensations. I knew I had to make what we were doing special for her.

"You're very pretty Stacey but aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yes....you really think I'm pretty?" Stacey said as she casually dropped her final arm to her side.

Truth was, she was very very pretty.

My eyes travelled down her slender body, admiring every curve, making my cock even harder -- if that was possible. I gazed down between her legs at her hairless vagina then looked up her body passed her blonde strip of hair and up to her now revealed breasts....oh my.... her breasts looked very firm and were perfectly proportioned to her body - not too big, not too small - and were perfectly shaped with light pink nipples that pointed up slightly.

I stood open mouthed and dumbfounded.

"Wow" I stammered grasping for words to describe how I felt.

Stacey giggled.

"What should we do now?" Stacey asked before pausing briefly.

I was as nervous as Stacey was and was lost for words

"I know - give me a hug and a kiss" Stacey suggested lifting her arms out in front of her chest and beckoning me over to her.

I quickly walked across the few feet of bedroom that separated us and Stacey wrapped her outstretched arms around my back. After a brief pause, she pulled me closer and closer until we were very close to each other.

"A little closer" Stacey whispered before pulling me up to her; our bodies lightly pressing against one another, her hard nipples lightly pressing against my chest.

I reached my arms out and wrapped them around her waist and pulling her lower body close to mine. Stacey gasped as my hard upward pointing cock pressed against her abdomen.

We stared at each other only for a brief moment, our lips now barely inches apart. I couldn't handle the anticipation any longer and leaned in and gently but firmly kissed her on the lips. At first, we kissed very lightly, letting each other get used to the feel of kissing one another. That didn't last long; after a few seconds, Stacey opened her mouth wide and allowed me to slide my tongue in, playing gently with hers.

As we kissed I began to run my hands up her sides and then around to her stomach caressing it tenderly. Her skin was so soft and the perfumed scent of her body was dizzying.

I let my fingers begin to explore her body in ways that I had only fantasised about in the past. Reaching around her body, I had soon lowered my hands down to her smooth firm buttocks. I glided my hands over her ass checks slowly back and forth.

Stacey let out a soft moan and began to suck on my tongue intensely, taking my bottom lip between hers and nibbling upon it passionately as I continued to softly stroke her buttocks.

Our wonderful kiss continued for several minutes before Stacey pulled herself away from me and stepped back several paces blushing profusely.

"What?" I asked wondering what was making her blush so much.

"Your cock keeps poking me...would you mind if I touch it?"

"Have you ever seen or touched one before today?" I asked curiously

"No....and before you ask, yes I am a virgin".

I wasn't going to ask Stacey that question but, her honesty certainly made me feel that what we were doing was very special.

"Okay" I said "me too".

Stacey moved forward, her breasts swaying in front of my eyes and returned to standing just in front of me. Looking slightly awkward, Stacey reached down with her hand and tentatively touched the tip of my hard penis, making it bounce up and down in the cool air.

"Does that feel good?"

"Its ok but I usually put my hand around it."

She reached out again and this time, her fingers closed around my shaft. I had to remind myself to breathe. Her touch felt so good - even better than it felt when Samantha gave me my first hand job and I noticed that we were both trembling.

"Like this?"

"Yeah."

"And that feels good?"

"Oh yes...slide the skin back" I instructed.

Stacey slowly slid her hand down the length of my shaft peeling my foreskin back to reveal my heavily swollen glans.

Having Stacey's hand on my cock was an amazing feeling.

Before I could say another word, Stacey stood slightly to the side of me, put her hand around my cock again and started to slide her hand up and down my shaft. I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Stacey put her head on my shoulder and her other arm around me. "You'll have to tell me how to do this."

"Yo...You don't need telling" I managed to get out

"That feels pretty darn amazing," I gasped as she gripped harder squeezing and releasing my cock as she stroked it.

"I read that the purple end is the most sensitive part. What does this feel like?"

Without warning, Stacey rolled her hand up straight over the head of my cock before running her hand full length back down to the bottom of my shaft.

"Ohhhh god" I quivered

Stacey kept repeating this intense motion on my cock and I was getting very close now.

"You're trembling."

"So are you" I replied gazing at her breasts which were shaking gently with each stroke of her hand up and down my cock

"This is pretty...exciting." Stacey said smiling.

I reached out and put my hand on her left breast. The breast felt hot underneath my hand and with every breath she took, I could feel her hard nipple prodding against my outstretched palm. Very slowly and gently, I squeezed her breast within my hand.

Stacey sighed. "That feels VERY nice...you have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that!"

I wanted to do more now that I was touching her and knew that she was ok with me doing that. I wanted to do so much to her, but I was very aware of that all too familiar feeling between my legs.

"You'd better stop now" I told her

"Why?"

"Cos I'm going to make a mess if you don't!"

She turned a bit more towards me and kissed my cheek.

"I really want to see that!" she whispered softly into my ear

Everything she was doing felt so perfect. Samantha had done the exact same thing, but somehow, with Stacey's hand on my cock, every sensation was magnified one hundred fold.

Finally, Stacey's attention to my cock was too much for me. My legs felt weak as I began to shoot several ropes of semen across the floor in front of me.

"Oh cool" Stacey said enthusiastically still gripping my cock tightly in her hand.

"Are you okay?" she finally asked as the last of my cum ran down my cock and onto her hand.

"I think I'd like to sit down for a moment."

While I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, Stacey stooped down looking at the cum I had just sprayed onto her carpet.

"There's quite a bit more of it than I imagined" she said bending down to take a closer look "Is there always this much?"

"It varies" I stuttered

"I felt your cock pulse as you started to spurt. That was really cool!" Stacey said looking back at me with a big smile on her face.

It was now that I realised that I could see Stacey's vagina clearly between her slightly parted legs as she was bent down - it was clear as the midday sun is in the sky and it looked amazing.

I felt my cock twitch again.

Stacey stood up then walked across the room and sat down next to me.

"Mark, I want to find out what sex is really like for myself; you are probably the one guy that I have known long enough and feel comfortable to do that with."

"Are you saying you want to have sex with me?"

"Not now, not today but yes one day" Stacey replied "Lets just start slowly and take things from there!"

I smiled. The knowledge that I could soon be having sex with my best friend was probably the best news that I'd ever had.

"So, tell me how did I do?"

I started to laugh.

"You did great."

"Did it feel better than when you do it to yourself or when Samantha does it to you?"

Having done what we had just done, all of the nerves and tension I initially had were gone. I felt relaxed and free to tell her just how I felt.

"It was way more intense than when I do it myself." I replied completely side-stepping the part of her question referring to Samantha.

Stacey surprised me when she reached out, grasped my re-stiffening cock and rolled the head against the palm of her hand again.

I couldn't stifle another groan.

"Samantha told me that doing that with my hand would push you over the edge"

"Samantha shouldn't have told you anything" I replied slightly angry that she had spilt our secret but, in some ways glad she had - if she hadn't confided in Stacey, what we were now doing would probably never of happened.

"Give me a minute" Stacey said as she let go of my cock and walked over to her dressing table. She pulled some tissues from a box on her table and wiped her hands before starting to clean up the mess I had made on the carpet. After wiping the cum from the carpet, she nipped to the bathroom to flush the soaked tissues away before returning and standing in front of me. With me still sat on the edge of the bed and her standing in front of me, her vagina was slap bang in the middle of my field of view

"God that's nice" I sighed

Stacey giggled childishly

"Now I want you to give me an orgasm."

I was suddenly petrified. I was in uncharted territory. No one had ever told me what I was supposed to do. I had been naked with women, I had fingered Samantha once and I'd now had two hand jobs. I'd heard stories about going down on women and things like that but, hearing about it and doing it....hell that's a world of difference.

"Hell yeah" I replied trying to conceal my ignorance on the subject.

Stacey lay on the bed behind me and shuffled so that her bum was on the bottom edge with her legs bent and feet resting flat on the floor.

I stood and moved down to a position in front of her. The view was absolutely amazing. She was naked, lying on the bed with nothing obscuring my view. I knelt down and leant towards her vagina; her scent filled my nostrils, making my head swim. Now I knew what the guys had meant when they talked about the scent.

Instinctively, I reached out and stroked the visible top of her vaginal lips with the back of my hand and as I did this, Stacey spread her legs wide revealing to me the first sight of a fully exposed vagina. Yes, I had seen girls stood naked in front of me before from playing ‘show' however, the fact that while playing the game we both stood meant that I actually only saw the top of the girl's vaginal lips. Being a guy and not very familiar with the female anatomy at that time, it had never occurred to me that there was actually a whole lot more to see further down between a girls legs.

I hesitated - this new sight was mesmerising

Now having access to her whole vagina and not just the top of her lips, I ran the back of my hand gently down the whole slit of her soft vagina.

Stacey shuddered.

"WOW" I thought as I felt the heat and slippery juices on the back of my hand. The scent, the feeling and the view were awesome yet, I found myself somewhat lost about what to do. Do I keep stroking? Do I finger her? Is there something else I should do?

"What's wrong?" Stacey asked noticing my hesitation.

"Nothing - Oh heck....honestly....I'm just not sure what to do."

Stacey smiled and sat up on the bed.

"Let me show you"

She took my hand and put it on top of her vagina. With her other hand, she positioned one of my fingers onto the top of her moist slit.

"There's a little bump there. Feel it?"

"You mean this?" I asked as I rubbed around the area she indicated. Sure enough, I could definitely feel a bump where she had directed me.

"Mmmm, yes. That's my clit. Gently rub around that area and you'll make me cum"

Over the next few minutes, I used my outstretched fingers to softly massage around the bump as she had instructed.

"Mmmm, yes" Stacey murmured "keep doing that and I want you to finger me like Samantha showed you".

"Oh my god" I thought to myself...."is there nothing these girls don't tell each other?"

Putting my thoughts to one side for the moment, I did as she asked and gently pressed a finger between her lips up to the first knuckle with one hand while still rubbing in circles on her clit with the other. Oh god, her vaginal lips were so tight that they gripped around my finger tightly and inside, she was wet and very hot! Her vagina was producing so much juice that I could actually see it running down her skin and dripping onto the bed clothes she laid on as I fingered her. The musky smell filling the room was incredible.

As I continued to gently press my finger in and out, Stacey lay back on the bed and sighed.

"I hope I do this right," I asked nervously

"Could you use another finger?" Stacey asked

Who was I to argue?

I started to now use two fingers to gently slide in and out of here slit.

"Umm" Stacey whimpered and squirmed on the bed

"Don't stop" Stacey whispered "This and everything we have already done has left me very close"

Both of us were trembling and my cock was again as hard as stone and seeping pre-cum.

I'm not sure who was the more surprised but, as I gently fingered her slit, Stacey started to jerk uncontrollably and my fingers slipped deeper inside her vagina way passed my first knuckle.

"Oh yes, oh yes! That's so good... Oh...oh"

Stacey's breaths started to come in a rapid gasps and then she arched her back as her body convulsed. I pulled back from her vagina thinking that I had maybe hurt her but, was fascinated as I watched her now visibly swollen vaginal lips twitching in front of my eyes.

Suddenly the room fell silent.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "Did I hurt you?"

Stacey didn't reply.

Concerned, I stood up and rushed up to the top of the bed where her head rested. She lay there eyes open and red faced.

"Are you OK?" I asked again.

"I'm fine" Stacey gasped "That was just a lot..." she paused

"Yes?" I quizzed

"It was just a lot different to when I am alone."

"In a good way?" I asked now deeply concerned

Stacey sat up on the bed, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her before planting a mind-numbingly amazing kiss on my lips.

"So good...so good..." she whispered.