Caught in the Act.
written by:
Shuggie

Caught in the act.

Author's notes: occasionally people do ask if a story is true, sometimes I lie, on this occasion I don't need to. This is a true and almost accurate account of how I ended up dating my best friend. I could have embellished the sex scene a little, but I chose not to. This is the real story, warts and all!

Feedback always welcome!

At the age of nineteen, I learned a lesson that would stick with me for the rest of my life. A lesson that taught me that no matter how much you think you know someone, sometimes you really don't know them at all.

Growing up as a kid, I guess I used to wonder about woman and what made them tick, although in a sense, I was lucky. Since the age of nine, my best friend was a girl, and much to my disbelief, during puberty Carla was amazing in the fact that she openly helped me to understand girls.

Maybe it was a two way thing, yet knowing Carla the way I did, it must have been hard for Carla to admit that girls did have a sex drive and they did fantasise about guys. Yet Carla took it even further than that. The first girl that I ever made love to was Carla's friend, and it was Carla that not only told me that Gemma liked me, but she also told me that, she and Gemma had been talking about sex for some months and it was obvious that Gemma was seriously interested in going the whole way with a guy.

Needless to say two months later, I sat reliving the whole graphic details for Carla's benefit as she sat grinning then asked me what it felt like from a guy's point of view. I couldn't help but be completely honest about everything, for me, it felt amazing. Maybe it was my first time, but that didn't stop me from sharing every thought and every touch as Carla seemed to hang on my every word.

the sad irony of the whole situation was, when I had a chance to reflect later that night, I realised that maybe my euphoric ramblings weren't wise given the fact that I knew all about Carla's problems and should have known better.

Standing at 5'10 with brown hair pulled back into a pony tail that hung down to Carla's shoulder blades, Carla had the potential to find a nice guy, yet sadly she had two problems.

If being slightly shy around guys wasn't bad enough, when Carla hit thirteen, fate decided to give her the worst curse imaginable. I guess I sat watching in horror as Carla slowly started to develop acne. Don't get me wrong, Carla was by no means a beauty queen, at best she was just slightly better than average looking, but as the months rolled on, I watched as Carla's face started to resemble a pizza.

Sure some kids have acne problems going through puberty, but even I couldn't help but feel sorry for Carla. By the time she turned fourteen, I had all but warned our class mates that any jokes about her acne would be dealt with in no uncertain terms.

For the most part, Carla got on well with most of the girls in our class, and most of her friends wouldn't dare hurt her feelings by mentioning her acne, yet a few of the guys did, and answer to me they did.

Although the knock on affect of her acne was that guys didn't want to know her. Sure the class geeks were interested, but Carla wasn't. By the time Carla turned 17 she had only dated four guys and three of them didn't even last a month.

For four years, her family doctor tried treatment after treatment to minimise her acne yet nothing worked, then suddenly as quickly as the spots had appeared they started to disappear.

By the time Carla and I turned 18, Carla was left with a few small spots, ones that she could easily hide with a lot of makeup.

By the time Carla finally started to get rid of her acne, I knew everything about her, I knew that she wore towels and hated the feeling of Tampax, I knew when her period was due, and then what birth control pill she was on, I also knew that she had terrible problems with cramps although the pill did help slightly.

But most of all, I knew that Carla yearned to date a guy properly. To be able to walk down the street with a good looking guy and feel proud to be holding his hand, sadly it was the little things that she couldn't have in her teens, that seemed to be so important for her.

Heading to the school prom night, Carla and I had agreed just over a year earlier that she didn't need to be asked to the prom, I would be taking her. Ironically her spots started to clear about six weeks before the prom and some of the guys had started to take notice, although Carla insisted that I had avoided dates with the upcoming prom and it was only fair that I take her.

Watching Carla swan down the stair case in her long, silk purple dress with her hair tied up behind her head, Carla looked beautiful. Sure her mum had helped her hide her last remaining spots with plenty of make up, but I couldn't help but watch her in awe realising that it wouldn't be long before Carla finally got the man that she deserved.

Granted I wasn't the most popular guy in my class, but I was up there with the best of them, I was cute and also had a decent build about me. Although walking into the school hall, it was obvious that all the eyes were on Carla as she blushed and squeezed my hand.

For years I had complimented her on her body and personality, but I had always avoided calling her beautiful because each time I told her that I thought she was beautiful, Carla would give me hell for lying to her, then grunt "how can I be beautiful with a face like this?"

Sure I felt sorry for her, and at the peak of her problems, I really did wonder about our friendship. Her acne was unsightly and it didn't do my image any good being seen with her. Yet I guess I stuck by Carla because I loved everything else about her. Okay maybe I didn't lust after her, but I loved her with all my heart, because as far as I was concerned, Carla was the sort of friend that you only got once in a lifetime.

Yet that night of the school dance, the moment I saw Carla walking down that staircase, I knew that if I complimented her, maybe finally, she would accept them and realise that they were true.

Watching Carla talk with her friends, I stood watching them tell her how beautiful she looked, Carla blushed like mad and thanked them as they all stood chatting, but as far as I was concerned, I was going to make it a night to remember for Carla. Okay maybe she would look back at her teens and be horrified by the pictures, but she would always remember her prom night.

Stepping onto the dance floor, as I slipped my arm around her waist then watched as Carla slipped her hand in mine, Carla immediately started to talk about her friend's reaction to her.

"so does that mean if I tell you how beautiful you look, you won't give me shit" I said watching Carla blush then give me the most awesome smile before replying "oh.... go on then" with a stupid little giggle.

Okay so maybe I did go over the top a little during the night, but then again, it was obvious that the little dirty innuendo's seemed to have an effect on her.

By the end of the night, Carla and I had made decent use of the illegal alcohol that had been smuggled into the hall, and as the last song finally started, ironically enough, the song was "eternal flame" by the bangles, Carla and I stood holding onto each other then finally looked into each others eyes as we followed our classmates lead and started to kiss.

Taking Carla home, Carla stood thanking me for a great night before heading back towards the door.

"Eh, haven't you forgotten something?" I asked before explaining that it was my prom night too and if she thought she was leaving me standing on the doorstep without giving me another snog, she had another think coming.

"stop teasing me" Carla said blushing as I gave her a bemused look then folded my arms watching Carla fidget nervously before gasping "shit....your incorrigible" "Well do I get my snog or not?" I asked realising that for one night we had crossed over that boundary as friends.

Carla stood laughing then finally strolled forward as I slid my hands around her waist as we sank into another passionate snog. Standing there kissing for a couple of minutes, I finally allowed my right hand to slide gracefully down her dress and cup her right cheek. Carla just laughed then gasped "pack it in!"

"Oh come on...just a quickie...you know you'll like it" I teased as Carla stood laughing then finally replied "okay, I'm going in now....see you tomorrow...when your not so...." Carla leaned forward then whispered "horny!"

Grabbing her as we sank into another kiss, Carla and I stood kissing for another five minutes, before Carla finally pulled back then smiled before saying "goodnight"

Admitted, maybe I had consumed a little too much alcohol, I wasn't drunk but I was happy, and maybe in the back of my mind I was only doing it to make Carla feel good, yet as I walked home thinking about how Carla had looked, I couldn't help but realise that if she had offered, I would happily have taken it.

Heading across to Carla's the following day, Carla's parents teased us about watching us from the living room window as we kissed then hinted had our friendship become more.

I didn't even get a chance to answer before Carla snapped to her dad that we were and would always be friends. Ironically Carla looked at me for support and I duly delivered explaining that I loved her to bits, but just not like that.

Needless to say, Carla had unwittingly said everything that I needed to hear and I quickly realised that Carla wasn't prepared to lose our friendship just to add sex to things.

Sitting in Carla's room a few days later as we talked about the prom night and when the photo's were due, Carla finally dropped her head meekly then asked if I had just said all the things I said, to make her feel good, or did I mean them.

The moment that she asked the question, I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but it was trying to put them into words that I found difficult.

Being 18 and popular, I guess I was concerned about my image to a degree and Carla knew this. With Carla, sometimes I could be a typical teenager and be crass, other times Carla would see the deep and thoughtful side of me that others didn't.

I must have sat for about ten seconds giving it some thought and finally decided that I wanted to make it humorous but heart felt at the same time.

Warning her that if she couldn't handle the truth, they she had better say, Carla nodded then finally admitted that we were talking as friends.

Making a huge joke of it, I laughed when I told Carla that I would love to bend her over her bed and take her virginity, Carla knew my sense of humour and laughed her head off. Of course I sat making stupid jokes about how I would love to see her give me a blowjob, Carla still sat laughing calling me names, then finally the smile fell from my face as I sat working out the serious part.

What I should have said was that I did love her, and seeing her on the stairs, I did fancy her, and I would have happily started to date her after the prom. Sadly what I said and what I wanted to say, were poles apart.

Before I knew it I was babbling on about how much I valued our openness, our friendship and the fact that we could talk about anything. I did manage to explain that she had managed to get me aroused when we were kissing and if I had my way we wouldn't have stopped kissing. Carla just blushed and nodded.

Although I was about to put my big mouth right into it, when I summed up by saying that I didn't want anything to ruin the friendship that we had.

"Anyway, you know what I'm like, I've got sex on the brain...you'd always be wondering if I was just with you to get the leg over" I said watching Carla give me a strange look then nod before sliding over and giving me a cuddle.

Holding onto her, I knew I hadn't said what I wanted to say, yet feeling Carla cuddle into me, as her face rested against mine, Carla finally pulled back then thanked me for being so honest.

"So all you want me for now is my body...I thought you were in love with my brain" Carla teased as she tried to cut the ice and ease the tension filled air.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't thought about me....you know sliding into you and.....you know" I said with a stupid grin as Carla laughed then gasped "oh thanks very much"

Our conversation was back to light and playful as Carla and I approached a subject that we had never discussed before.

Carla gave me a wide eyed grin then replied "okay, the truth, I can't get you out of my head"

Sure I knew she was joking when she sat blushing and joked that she went to bed every night and lay touching herself as she thought about me slamming into her. Then of course she had to go a step further and laugh before claiming that she fantasised about me making her suck my cock, then swallow every last drop.

"And you say I've got a nasty sense of humour" I retorted as Carla finally laughed then replied "oh come on...you did ask for that"

of course I knew that Carla had the same sick sense of humour that I had, yet what I didn't know was, had all her statement been designed to tease me or was there maybe a ring of truth in them.

I had to ask.....

"Okay truth time.....no jokes.....have you ever thought about....you know....us....when.....?" I asked as Carla blushed then finally retorted "Craig, I'm not going to answer that" before adding with a cold expression "what do you think?"

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible I explained that I was just curious before finally adding even more nonchalant that the night of the prom, I went home and had to relieve myself thinking about her.

Carla looked stunned then gasped "seriously....you're not....you honestly.....to me" Carla asked as I watched her blush.

Again I put my big foot in it and quipped that I was so horny and the grope of her ass had given me ideas. Carla just laughed then slowly changed the subject.

It would take four months before we approached the subject again....

The night of Carla's 18th birthday party, I watched with mixed feelings as Carla started to chat to a guy from another school. Lee was a friend of one of our school mates and Carla had told everyone that they could bring anybody they liked to the party.

Standing there with a girl I had been dating for a couple of weeks, I watched as Lee and Carla seemed to hit it off.

Okay maybe the girl I was with was better looking that Carla, the fact that Sylvia and I had sex on our second date, did endear her to me. Yet as I watched Carla and lee together, I couldn't help but feel slight pangs of jealousy.

The following night, Sylvia and I made love in her bedroom, as I lay thinking about making love to Carla. Suddenly I realised that my head was messed up and I had to deal with it.

Sure Sylvia wasn't the greatest of lovers, she wouldn't do blowjobs for a start, but she was eager and she was the sort of girl I went for. Ironically the following week Sylvia and I had a stupid argument over nothing, and I left her standing in the city.

A month later, I had all but convinced myself that my feelings were irrational; all I wanted Carla for was to have sex with her. Hell I even felt guilty about that.

Then suddenly Carla admitted that she and Lee had broken up. Carla admitted that she liked lee, but there were a few things about him that she just didn't like.

Carla even admitted that they had got so far that they were touching each other while they snogged, but her main issue was the way that Lee tried to control everything. Even though Carla was shy, she was quite a determined character, and I realised that Lee had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to Carla.

Looking on the bright side, I pointed out that the right man would eventually come along and Carla should take her time and enjoy life. I didn't expect that a month later things would come to a head with Carla and I.

With both of us working full time, we didn't have the sort of time together that we had at school. Luckily we both had the Tuesday off together and would normally sit and chat or go out into the city on our day off.

For years, I used to pull the same stunt on Carla and sometimes her parents. I would normally sneak round to their back garden and peek through the vertical blinds before banging on the window giving them all a fright.

Carla used to go nuts when I did it. Most Tuesdays I would normally go over to her house about 11am and we would decide what we were doing from there.

Peeking through the blinds, Carla would either be stretched along the sofa with a quilt over her, or she would have the heating on and lie in a nightie watching the television.

A month after Carla broke up with Lee, fate was about to throw me an unexpected hand. Waking up just after 8am, I listened to my dad clattering about in the spare room as he shouted to my mum about being unable to find his power saw.

He was lending it to a workmate and couldn't find it....

Normally if my dad managed to wake me while leaving, I would roll over and fall asleep again. Sadly that morning he had made enough noise that going back to sleep was impossible.

Climbing out of my bed then hitting the shower, my mum gave me a kiss then headed to work as I sat eating my breakfast just before nine.

Turning on the television I hated day time shows and finally turned it back off again before sitting down with the newspaper. For some reason, I just couldn't settle down and finally decided to get dressed and head over and see if Carla was up.

Sneaking along the side path, I finally tip toed up to Carla's back window to peek in and if Carla was lying on the sofa, yet again, I was going to clatter the window.

Neither set of blinds were open yet, that was normal for Carla, I knew that sometimes she would have a shower and walk downstairs naked and get changed in the living room while her parents were at work, the number of times that I had thought about seeing her through the back window, although for most of it, it was idle curiosity.

Needless to say, I guess I didn't even expect that I would see anything that morning, although when I leaned against the window sill then looked through the small slit of the blinds, my chin dropped as I stood watching Carla lying on the sofa with her hand down her panties.

Carla was lying with her nightie pulled up to her waist, as she lay along the sofa with her head facing away from me. No quilt just her pillow, I stood in absolute shock as I watched Carla's panties move gently as I realised that she was lying masturbating.

Within seconds, I had a boner that wanted to burst through my trousers as I wanted to grunt "oh shit!"

Looking up at the small window above the back window I realised that Carla's mum had done her usual and opened the window before heading to work.

I could just barely hear the television in the background as I realised that I had to watch the show that was taking place quietly or Carla would kill me if she realised.

Living in a middle class scheme all Carla's neighbours were out at work and most of her immediate neighbours knew about my little stunt with the window so were unlikely to report me to the police.

Yet standing there watching Carla's hand move down her panties, I could literally picture in my mind what she was doing and what it felt like if I was doing it.

Rubbing my right hand against my hard cock through my trousers, I stood watching for a couple of minutes then felt my eyes widen as Carla slowly lifted her hips then eased her panties down slowly.

Catching a flash of dark pubic hair on Carla's mound, Carla dropped her bum back down on the sofa as I realised that her bunched nightie was spoiling the view.

Sure, I could have went round to the front blind, but the sun rose at that end and Carla would have spotted me straight away, I had to wait it out and hope.

Sure enough I watched as Carla lay with her left hand caressing her clit as I stood like an eager little pervert watching the show.

What I didn't notice or expect was to watch Carla slowly drop her left hand away from her pussy then start to grope at the floor beside the sofa. Shifting to see what she was doing, I watched in awe as Carla slowly grasped a small round piece of plastic. The thing was about six inches long and was obviously the right shape to penetrate herself with.

I knew exactly what it was, it was a container that I had brought home from Blackpool filled with small novelty candy.

When I bought the thing two years earlier, I would never have dreamed that Carla would use the container to penetrate herself with.

Sure enough I watched as Carla lifted the thing then guided it down to her pussy, I wanted to see the full thing yet stood cursing my luck as I watched Carla turn the rounded end and slowly guide it towards her pussy.

Watching the thing disappear below Carla's nightie, I stood in awe watching her arm move as Carla lay thrusting her toy into her pussy.

"Go on.....do it" I whispered as quietly as I could, as I listened to Carla moan.

Standing there for about a minute, I watched as Carla's arm muscles started to move quicker realising that she was now seriously working her toy in her pussy.

The moans were coming thick and fast as I felt my own cock inflate beyond belief.

"Oh yeah...."

"Oh yeah..."

"Oh Craig....I want you!" Carla gasped as I listened in shock at her gasps.

If that hadn't shocked me enough, a second later Carla quickly thrust her hand up her nightie as I realised that she was stroking her left breast with her right hand. Seconds later, I watched in awe as Carla planted her feet on the sofa then lifted her hips as I watched her pussy rise about four inches off the sofa as Carla continued to moan and gasp.

"Shit!" I whispered then felt my cock explode in my trousers, as I watched Carla's hand move frantically, as she continued to plunge her toy into her pussy.

"Oh Craig....." Carla gasped then suddenly went all limp as she dropped her bum back down on the sofa then say with her legs shut for a few seconds before guiding her hand back down to her pussy. I had to leave and leave fast.

Heading home, my mind was working overtime. Sure I knew that Carla masturbated, she had told me as much. But I didn't expect to see her doing it, I guess I always thought that she would do it in bed or something, not on the sofa in the living room.

But what got to me the most was that she had called out my name. As far as I was aware she didn't know any other Craig. Not only was she fantasising about me, but the questions seemed to converge at the same time.

What was she thinking about while she was dreaming, was I licking her pussy, was I lying on top, was she giving me a blowjob? I wanted to know so badly.

For the next week I thought about that moment like mad, sitting in the house for half an hour after her show, analysing the whole thing, I finally showered then headed over to Carla's watching as Carla swanned about in the same nightie acting as if nothing had happened.

When she opened the door and said "I was just thinking about you" I wanted to confess all and admit that I had seen her show and knew she was thinking about me..... I knew better.

Hell we ever spent four hours together as I thought of nothing else, the way Carla lay pounding herself dreaming of me. No wonder she noticed that I wasn't my usual self.

For a week my fantasies revolved around walking in on her as she lay spread eagled on the sofa then sitting down at her feet before talking her toy and using it for her. Carla would happily let me, and then slowly beg me to lick her pussy before finally admitting that she wanted me in her mouth as I teased her clit.

For another week, I sat trying to work out how I would approach the subject of her and I, I could ask her truthfully if she wanted to have sex with me, I could ask her out on a date and make it clear that I thought about her, I could tell her what I had seen. Although I knew that Carla would have flipped.

Heading over two weeks later on my day off, again I sneaked up to the back window and watched Carla lie under her quilt watching the television.

Heading in the back door, Carla made me a coffee before coming through as I sat on top of her quilt at the bottom of the sofa.

"If you want me to sit there, you need to let me put my legs over you" Carla teased as I nodded then lifted the quilt before sitting back down.

Carla gingerly pulled her nightie down slightly then rested her feet over my legs as I sat staring at the television. Within seconds Carla had sorted her quilt over my legs then gasped "this is cosy"

Placing my left hand on Carla's leg, under the quilt, I had sat on her sofa hundreds of times tickling her ankle as her mum and dad used to tease me about being a big softy.

Carla loved getting her ankle tickled and this was no different, Hell she would even let me slide my hand up to her knee and back down again. Although the one time I did venture above her knee a few inches Carla gave me a look that told me I was straying into dangerous waters.

Sitting there tickling her ankle as I sat staring at the chat show on television, the last thing I wanted to watch was that, but then again, Carla had opened the door to tickling today and somehow I got the feeling that if I said nothing and done as she wanted, it might eventually lead somewhere.

Sitting there tickling her ankle for a couple of minutes, I finally let my fingers wander up the inside of her right leg stopping at her knee then slowly sinking back down to her ankle. Carla finally finished her coffee then moaned "I could get used to this"

Giving her a teasing little smile, Carla put her cup down beside the sofa then let out a sigh before sliding down the sofa slightly to rest her head on the pillow.

It took five minutes of listening to Carla tell me how much she enjoyed my tickling as I continued to stroke up to her knee, around the side of it for a few seconds then back down again.

The only time I had ever strayed past her knee her parents were in the room and I couldn't say anything, yet the more I sat there tickling the more I was determined, after what I had seen and knew, Carla was going to explain why she didn't want me to go further.

Guiding my hand slowly up her leg as my finger tips teased her warm, soft skin; I finally reached her knee then let my fingers slide about in inch past her knee. Staring at the television, Carla never made a sound.

Another few stroked up and down her legs and I was prepared to try again, this time I was determined to keep going until she said something, sure enough, as my fingers teased further, Carla moaned "Craig....?" Looking over at her lying with her head on the pillow staring at me, I gave her a smile then finally replied "yes?"

"Don't give me that....you know what?" Carla said with a stupid little smirk as I realised that she wasn't offended, it was a warning shot.

Carla, how long have we been friends?" I asked before finally admitting that if it really worried her I would stop, before finally adding "now I know that the inside of your leg is sensitive....and I know if you tried to relax, you might enjoy it"

Watching the look on Carla's face, it seemed that she was lost for something to say.

"now if you don't trust me....fine....i would have expected better, maybe I might push my hand up a little far, but I promise, I WONT try and touch you....your...." I stopped watching Carla look into my eyes then finally groan "don't hit me with that....you know that I trust you" Carla gave me an offended look that I would bring trust into the equation before finally groaning "okay, do what you like, but if you try anything" the look on Carla's face told me enough to know better.

For the next five minutes I sat teasing my hand up and down her leg, stopping my hand at the base of her nightie unwilling to try and slip my hand under her nightie.

"Well are you enjoying it?" I asked watching Carla lie with her eyes shut then finally nod.

"Well are you going to pull your nightie up a bit?" I asked watching Carla open her eyes and try to read my face before finally lifting her butt then gasping "Craig, you've been warned!"

"fine if you don't want me to tickle the top of your leg....i wont" I said pulling my hand out from underneath the quilt as Carla looked at me then groaned "I didn't say I didn't want you to.....I just don't want you to...." Carla stopped then gave me a thoughtful look.

"So as long as I don't touch your....flower, then I'm fine?" I asked as Carla smirked then nodded.

"Carla I'm not kidding....I like tickling you, but I'm not going to play games" I said with a serious tone as Carla smiled then replied "anywhere else....but there..." Carla said with a smile then laughed as I suggested ticking her stomach.

"Craig, stop teasing and just get on with it" Carla said lifting the side of the quilt as I gave her a look then said "just remember your words"

Within a minute, I had forgotten about the bottom part of her leg as my fingers continued to draw circles on her soft skin just above the inside of her right knee.

"You know that is nice" Carla whispered with a sigh as I watched her lie with her eyes shut.

Watching her face constantly, I started to expand the circle as it quickly turned into an oval shape on her soft skin as my fingers continued to creep up her leg.

"Well, is it still nice?" I asked as Carla lay with her left leg hanging off the sofa giving me access to the top of her leg then finally gave me a gentle nod.

Continuing to slide my fingers up her leg as Carla lay letting out an occasional moan of pleasure; I was about two inches away from where I wanted to be, as I finally started to decrease the size of the circle keeping my fingers at the top of her leg.

"Are you trying to tell me that's not nice?" I asked as Carla slowly opened her eyes then nodded before gently lifting herself then slid down a little further before placing her left leg over mine.

"You realise that now that you've started it....I'll be expecting it more often" Carla said softly as I laughed then finally replied "Well that depends on you doesn't it"

Carla smiled then nodded before closing her eyes over again.

Realising that my fingers were perilously close to her mound and pussy, I finally decided to test the water by sliding my fingers up the inside of her leg gently then at the last minute teasing them up and around her the top of her leg before tickling down the top of her leg, before starting again.

Sitting there for about a minute, I realised that I was less than an inch away from finding pubic hairs, well if she had any sticking out. closing my finger towards the top of her leg as I moved my fingers about a millimetre closer each time, Carla had let out a subtle moan about two circles before as I felt my finger graze against her first hair.

"Well?" I asked as Carla lay with her eyes shut then replied "Okay...a bit nervous...but keep going"

A few more laps around her leg and finally, I felt more than just a couple of stray hairs tickle my finger. The moment I felt them Carla opened her eyes and gave me a bemused look.

"Listen we had a deal, and I've still not broken it" I said as Carla gave me a look then gasped "yeah but your rather close"

"Okay, do you want the truth?" I said watching Carla look up at me as I continued "believe it or not I don't like getting tickled, but you're......hairs.....actually feel nice...rubbing against my finger"

Watching Carla look at me, she finally nodded then added submissively "I guess I don't have a problem with that....as long as you stick to that"

Watching her close her eyes over, I continued from where I had left off, within a couple of minutes I let out a soft moan then whispered "your hairs feel really nice"

Watching Carla open her eyes and look at me for a couple of seconds, Carla asked "eh, are you......hard?"

"Carla, my fingers are almost.....inside you.....what do you think?" I asked as Carla let out a stupid giggle then gasped a shocked "Craig!"

"Well it's true...." I joked as Carla laughed as I finally worked up the courage to finally add sombrely "and don't tell me you're not enjoying it either"

Carla just gave me a pointed stare then gasped in shock "what makes you think that?"

"Carla, this is me you're talking to" I added with a knowing stare as Carla laughed.

"Do I have to try and check to see if you're lying?" I asked with a bemused look as Carla laughed then finally gasped "hell no!"

"Well?" I asked as Carla finally looked at me then moaned "okay, maybe I am....just a little....but that's it.....happy now?"

Giving a subtle nod I slowly started to tickle again picking up from where I left off as Carla lay with her eyes closed then let out a gentle moan.

"You know, a few more hairs would be nicer!" I said watching Carla smile then slide her hand under the quilt. Feeling her hand brush against mine, Carla must have teased a few more hairs from under her panties then gasped "happy now?"

Sitting there tickling the dense patch of pubic hairs my hand was hardly leaving the area around her pussy as Carla lay there with her eyes shut as I listened to her soft breaths and the occasional moan.

"You know, I could follow your panty line...if you'd let me" I whispered nervously as I stared at Carla who lay motionless for a few seconds then opened her eyes.

"If I let you do that....will it....you know" as Carla looked down at my lap.

"Maybe...why, wouldn't it bother you....if....you know?" I said watching Carla look at me then shake her head.

Carla looked over then finally whispered "keep tickling and....." Carla stopped then gave me a grin before closing her eyes.

Sliding my hand up her leg I finally allowed my left hand to trail onto the side of her mound finding a dense patch of pubic hair as I stroked it gently, then slowly slipped my right hand under the quilt as I felt Carla's leg against my manhood, how the hell could she miss the fact that I was hard?

Rubbing my hand over the top of my trousers as I tried not to touch Carla's leg my left hand continued to roll along the seam of her panties then up and over her leg before starting over again.

With a few gentle nudges of my steel like cock, Carla finally opened her eyes then looked at me before whispering "if you want to.....it won't bother me"

"What you mean....take it out and....?" I asked as Carla looked at me then nodded.

"You don't mind?" I asked as Carla closed her eyes then shook her head before adding "just don't get any on my leg"

Unzipping my trousers then pulling my hard cock out, I slowly wrapped my fingers around my shaft feeling my knuckles graze against Carla's leg as I started to stroke slowly.

Within seconds I watched as Carla opened her eyes then groaned "hold on a minute, before sliding further down the sofa until her pussy was almost touching my leg as she pressed her right leg against the arm of the sofa resting her knee against my chest.

"Is that better?" Carla asked as I nodded.

Admitted it had gone further than I had hoped and part of me told me that if I played my cards right, It might even go further, but I had to get it there.

Starting to tickle her again Carla lay with her leg against my chest as I stroked my hard cock lazily, within ten seconds my two fingers were sliding up and down the side of her mound and had all but forgotten about her leg.

Carla lay breathing gently then finally asked "is that more comfortable?" continuing to keep her eyes shut.

"Uh huh" I moaned then waited for an age before asking "are you sure it doesn't bother you?" I asked as Carla shook her head without opening her eyes.

Looking down at the soft look on Carla's face, I had taken as much as I could, I had to go for, all the signs were right, yet that didn't stop my hands from trembling as I finally pushed my fingers against the leg of her panties allowing then to slide under the thin material, before caressing her lubricated lips.

Sliding my finger up and down the soft folds as I let my fingers gently squeeze between her moist lips, it didn't take me long to find Carla's clit as I sat stroking gently watching for any sign of life on Carla's face.

"Oh Craig, right there" Carla gasped as I continued to tease her clit through her panties then finally pushed the quilt back before pulling my hand from her panties.

grasping at the sides of her white panties, Carla opened her eyes then lifted her hips as I looked up at her then finally managed to free her of her panties.

Looking at the warm thatch of hair as I stared in lust at her shimmering lips, I finally sat forward as Carla pulled her legs away before stretching out on the sofa.

Grasping at the top of her legs, I finally dropped to my knees beside the sofa as Carla gave me confused look for a second before finally offering herself to me, watching me as I quickly thrust my eager mouth into her warm nest.

Lapping frantically at her swollen clit as her warm sap teased my taste buds, I listened to Carla give a pleasured sigh followed shortly by a small moan.

"Oh Craig" Carla gasped as I continued to tease my tongue around her throbbing clit, for a few seconds then finally pulled my mouth away as Carla opened her eyes.

Pulling my trousers and shorts down, I quickly dropped to my knees on the sofa as Carla looked up then stared straight into my eyes as I guided myself forward before stretching out on top of her.

Thrusting my eager helmet against her, Carla moved slightly as I felt her tight muscles submit to my cock as I slid into her gently.

"you knew all the time I wanted you" Carla whispered as I nodded then started to work back and forth as Carla lay clutching at my back, holding her legs open for me.

Dropping my head into her neck, Carla lay moaning gently every few seconds as I continued to thrust into her drenched womanhood.

"I saw you touching yourself" I groaned as Carla lay perfectly still then let out a soft moan.

"When?" Carla gasped as I continued to kiss her neck then hissed "the day you did it on the sofa..."

Within seconds, Carla had tightened her grip around my back as I felt her rocking gently in time with my thrusts.

"Oh Craig" Carla moaned as I felt her bury her head into my neck as her frantic breathing echoed in my ear.

"Oh Craig...." Carla gasped then suddenly seemed to cling to me for dear life as I felt her body tense underneath me, as her pussy seemed to grasp at my cock.

Feeling Carla tense up was the final act of a low slow process, I couldn't bear the pressure any longer, as I started to thrust as quick as I could muster for about three seconds before burying my cock deep inside her as I let out a shuddering groan.

"Oh Carla!" I moaned feeling my cock start to explode deep inside her as Carla finally loosened her grip then started to giggle before grunting "I can feel that twitching"

Lying in the afterglow of my orgasm, I finally pulled back to watch Carla smile at me then add "I mean it I can feel it"

Placing my lips to hers, Carla and I sank into a slow and lazy kiss for about thirty seconds before I pulled back then smiled asking her "do you want me to move?"

"Not if you don't want to?" Carla said with a smile.

"So you like having me....in there?" I asked with a teasing grin as Carla gave a giggle then nodded "well I'm not complaining....am I?"

"So the next time I come over and you want a tickle....?" I asked as Carla smiled then added "Maybe!"

Sure enough the following Tuesday Carla lay on the sofa in her nightie as I watched her offer her ankle to me then smile.

"You realise...I might take advantage of you" I said watching Carla smile then nod before adding "I should be so lucky"

Carla and I dated for nearly two years; it took her a month to finally admit that she wanted to try oral on me, and six months before she finally offered me the final orifice. Needless to say a stupid fight ruined our relationship, but looking back, I couldn't complain. I was the luckiest guy in the world, I got to take her virginity and I got to watch a show of a lifetime.

Of all the girls I dated, Carla was the one that intrigued me the most. But then again why wouldn't she?

The End.