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Friends share more than friendship after graduation.

…. time to get up. Let s go Billy. Time for school. my mother s voice worked its way into my conscience. She was standing outside my closed bedroom door calling my brother. I was next so I didn t move. I lay in bed trying to hold on to my fading dream a half naked buxom blond that felt so close as my hard stiff cock throbbed pleasantly with a morning hardon. As the blonde faded back into the realms of dreams my stiff cock felt less pleasant discomfort overcoming pleasure as I needed to empty my bladder.

As the last dream images of the blonde faded and my mother s voice never called me I realized I didn t have to go to school! It was Monday morning and Billy had three days of school left but I had just graduated on Friday. I was done with high school forever! I was an eighteen year old high school graduate and a virgin! My joy at graduating diminished slightly with that second realization. The pressure of my bladder was telling me I had to get up. If I didn t do it quickly Billy would be getting in the bathroom first and I would have to endure the discomfort longer.

Too late. As I started to throw back the covers I heard Billy coming out of his room. Oh well. I snuggled deeper under the covers and contemplated my situation. On my seventeenth birthday I had told myself I would lose my virginity by the time I was eighteen. That didn t happen my eighteenth birthday came and went in early spring. But at that time I told myself I would fuck for the first time before I graduated. Wrong again. Now it was the start of summer and I promised myself I would find a summer love and make love for the first time before I left for college.

I didn t really believe that. It wasn t like I hadn t dated a few girls during high school. As I lay there I slowly stroked my rigid cock letting the pleasure overcome the discomfort of a full bladder and thought back to some of the more memorable dates I d had. All the girls I dated during my senior year let me rub their tits squeezing and caressing their nipples through their bras. Most of the time the bras came off and I had spent a lot of time kissing licking and sucking the firm young tits and hard nipples. The girl I took to the prom even let me stroke her pussy though her dress as I sucked her nipples. Of course I couldn t think of any way to get my hand under her long dress to get a closer feel. I was way too shy to ask her to take her dress off and too scared to try to do it myself. I didn t want her to get pissed and tell me to take her home I was really enjoying what we were doing.

With anything mechanical I was a whiz. I could just listen to a motor running or trying to start and tell you what was wrong or misadjusted. When it came to girls I was clueless. I didn t have any idea what they wanted or might be willing to try and was too shy and too scared to ask. I usually tried to take things a little farther when I was necking with a date but would always stop the first time she pushed my hand away too scared I might offend them. I figured that if I could talk them into going a little further I might have gotten laid at some point but I was just to shy and inept to try that. The first time they said no I dropped the subject. I just couldn t overcome my shyness and talk about what I wanted except with Cindy.

My relationship with Cindy was the opposite of what I had with other girls. With Cindy I could talk about anything I just couldn t bring myself to even try to kiss her. Cindy lived next door. Cindy her older sister and widowed mother had moved in during the summer before my freshman year. Since her mother and older sister worked we spent most days that summer talking and playing at her house. We talked about everything and most of our playing was rough housing. Cindy was definitely the tomboy type. We would wrestle and tickle each other or just play grab ass. I was too scared to try to kiss her but wasn t above getting a cheap feel as we wrestled. Neither was Cindy. We settled into an easy fun and physical relationship full of sexual innuendoes. Of course watching her in her shorts and halter would get my cock throbbing and stiff but I never tried to get the relationship going in that direction. I was too shy and scared to risk doing that and losing what we had. I really enjoyed the time I spent with her. As we got older the physical horse play dropped off and we started playing more head games . We would say or do something usually with a sexual overtone that would get an emotional rise out of the other before they realized what was happening. Cindy was much better at it then I was and usually zinged me.

Billy was finally out of the bathroom and I headed there myself. Back in my room I looked out the window at a beautiful warm sunny summer day and I threw on a pair of loose running shorts no underwear a t-shirt and then slipped on an old pair of sneakers without socks. By the time I got to the kitchen Billy was finishing breakfast and heading off to school. Dad had already left for work and Mom was off about ten minutes later. I had the house to myself.

I fixed myself breakfast and was just finishing up when the back door opened. A full head of blonde hair poked through and I heard Cindy yell. Hey graduate! Are you home?

Ya I m here. Come on in. I replied shoveling in the last mouthful of eggs.

Cindy walked into the kitchen. She was more gorgeous and sexy then usual. Cindy is a couple of inches shorter then I am. She has long blond hair that falls to the small of her back. She probably wouldn t win any beauty contests because she carries about ten more pounds then she should. She s not fat not even plump but just a little heavier than what most people would consider ideal. Just enough to make her breasts a little fuller her tummy a little round and the cheeks of her ass a little bigger. Also being the tomboy type she seldom wears any make-up or bothers doing her hair. I didn t care I still thought she was gorgeous.

Today she was dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a halter top that tied behind her back and neck. The halter showed a lot of cleavage and was thin enough to show just the impression of nipples atop each breast. My cock throbbed slightly as she strolled over to where I sat at the table.

You recovered from the party yet? she asked as she swung up onto the table and sat just left of me her arms planted behind her as she leaned back..

Completely I replied. How about you?

Our conversation revolved around the class graduation party that we both attended Saturday night not together of course. We talked about who left with whom and how the cliques didn t seem to hold together like they did in school and how that must have been because we were graduating now. She finally told me how she told Rich her current boy friend to take a hike when she didn t want to sneak off with him and he got pushy about it. He had been drinking too much.

I almost went looking for you to get a ride home.

Almost? I asked.

Yes Mary McMillen gave me a ride home. Rich was being such an ass! Cindy paused then whispered I told him we were through.

You going to give him a second chance? I asked. I knew Cindy and Rich got along pretty well but that Cindy wasn t head over heels for him. For the summer at least? I also knew they were going to different colleges in the fall.

No Rich is OK but he s just … I don t know … I don t want to waste my summer dealing with him. She paused. His only goal in life seems to be getting in my pants.

Oh I smiled and you don t like him in your pants? I asked hoping to zing Cindy.

No! Cindy exclaimed then with a slight smile Well kind of she paused a frown slowly overtaking her it s just that we never talk anymore.

So talking is a prerequisite for getting in your pants. I stated. Most guys should be able to do that even Rich. I knew what she meant but wanted to tease her a little. I pushed the right button.

Cindy sat forward and took a swing at my head. It wasn t a hard swing so I was able to duck under it. I laughed and looked back at her. I could see the realization cross her face that I had zinged her. I licked the tip of my finger then drew a vertical line in front of me marking my score!

Cindy grinned accepting the fact I got past her guard and gotten a rise out of her. Today s game me one Cindy zero.

She planted her arms behind her and leaned back on the table again. You know what I mean. she said serious again.

Yes I do.

Besides she said I m not sure I trust him. If I had let him in my pants you would have probably heard about it by now.

I guess that would be a bad thing. I said stating the obvious.

Yes you could say that.

Well Cindy since I would never kiss and tell and we talk why don t you let me in you pants? I asked intending to zing her again. I prepared to duck another swing at my head after asking her my question.

Fear slowly swept over me! She didn t swing at me didn t move. She just looked at me with an expression I didn t expect or comprehend. It was absolutely not the reaction I had expected. Did I shock her? Anger her? Disappoint her? Had I crossed that line we had? My heart raced as I tried to think of something to say that would let her know that my question was just one of our head games .

I stood up looking right at Cindy as her gaze stayed locked on my face What I asked smiling don t you trust me? I had put my left hand on Cindy s left leg just above her knee my thumb along the top and my fingers curling around to the inside.

Cindy s eyes widened slightly as I leaned near her Yes. she whispered with a serious but puzzled look on her face.

Good I said. I continued to smile as I moved my hand slowly up her leg stroking the top of her leg with my thumb and caressing her inner thigh slightly with my fingers. Do you still trust me? I whispered.

She looked down at my hand and a smile touched her lips with the realization I was playing with her. Yes she said again. The fear and apprehension I felt started to drain away.

I slid my hand farther up her thigh. It was now about half way up and I continued the light caress with my thumb and fingers. Are you sure you trust me? I asked.

Yes. is all she said as her smile grew bigger and her eyes twinkled with amusement.

I slowly slid my hand further up her thigh stopping as my thumb slid just under the leg of her shorts. I traced small light circles on her inner thigh with my fingers as I asked her Do you trust me now? I was starting to wonder what her reaction would be. I was hoping she would let me get closer to her pussy before pushing my hand away. She would push my hand away I was sure.

Her eyes sparkled and her grin grew as she considered her answer letting me hang. After what seemed like minutes she answered Yes I still trust you.

After a slight pause I slowly slid my hand further up her thigh. I stopped about half way to her pussy my whole hand now inside the baggy leg of her shorts. First I caressed the top of her leg with my thumb and then brushed my fingers in circles on her inner thigh. Glancing down at my hand then looking into her eyes I asked Still trust me?

She stared at me her smile growing I don t know… she whispered seeming to think it over. Time dragged as my apprehension came back. I intended to stroke her pussy if she left me. What if she did! Should I? What would her reaction be? Would she take it as part of the games we play or would she feel I went too far? Yes I still trust you. she finally answered sounding doubtful.

I slowly slid my hand further inside her shorts. My thumb rubbed along the crease between her leg and hip. I made sure my fingers caressed her inner thigh just short of her pussy. How far will you trust me now? I asked sure she wouldn t let me go any further but wondering what she would say.

Cindy s smile faded as she looked down at my hand inside the leg of her shorts. I followed her gaze and saw my arm disappearing up the leg of her shorts my wrist pushing them up as my fingers continued to trace small circles high up on her thigh. As I raised my gaze back to her face I noticed her nipples were now harder and had swollen some as they pushed out against the thin fabric of her halter. Her lips parted and her tongue traced as slow path over them. About an inch. she grinned.

Her answer shocked me. It took me a minute or two before I could reply. That would be about this far. I said slowly as I slid my fingers forward. I expected her to push my hand away but she continued leaning back supported on her out stretched arms. I also expected to feel her panties as my fingers reached her pussy but instead I felt her soft downy pubic hair. I stopped momentarily as the realization overcame me that she wasn t wearing any panties. I slid my finger tips lower tracing the outer lips of her pussy. When she hadn t moved as I reached the lower end of her slit I began an upward stroke. Cindy leaned forward taking her weight off her arms while my fingers rose toward her clit. Her leaning forward caused my finger to slide deeper between the lips of her pussy. I felt my fingers slide across the nub of her clit as she slowly wrapped her hand around my wrist and pushed my hand away from her but only so my finger tips were just out of reach