MY SEXY GIRLFRIEND

Chapter : 1

MY SEXY GIRLFRIEND

Sharon, my girlfriend, and I were enjoying a pleasant lunch when she informed me that her parents were leaving soon for a few weeks of vacation and asked if I wanted to stay with her full time. "That would be amazing, and I would also love it.

How about you, Lynn? I questioned. She replied abruptly, "She’ll be around, it's also her house." I responded, "No, I didn't mean it that way; she's amazing and I was just curious about how wild we can be."

I reassured her. She whispered, "It will be you needing a holiday after my folks come back," and smiled at me rudely. As we talked about other topics and made plans for the weekend, when we were going to a concert, we enjoyed the remainder of our food.

I gave her a kiss and a hug as we said our goodbyes and went back to work. I got excited just thinking about the possibilities and spent the rest of the day reflecting on our conversation. We had been seeing each other occasionally for a few years, and even though we both stayed with our parents, we still had a lot of fun together. Sharon had the sex drive of a man and the attitude of a man toward fucking. She had a fiery, brilliant beauty. She, like I, is fortunate. She matches, being a good half a head shorter, well-toned, and tanned. She has perfect medium-sized breasts, athletic legs, and a physique that almost resembles that of a swimmer.

I'm a little over 6 feet tall, have thick, short, dark hair, and a lot of muscle for my size. We are both up for anything most of the time and make a handsome couple with her straight blond hair and green eyes. Even though this meant having a lot of sex in the car and on friends' couches, we had been on a couple of vacations and trips where we were the only people for the entire time. I knew what to expect and was aware of my awkward work. I thought back to our first trip together, when we both discovered the pleasures of discovering what we had been missing and having fun filling in our sexual experiences. Lynn, Sharon's sister, crossed my mind. I didn't worry that she would ruin it for us because she was as pretty as her sister, a top girl, and a lot of fun to be around. Sharon and I, who were both in our early twenties, were a few years ahead of Lynn. She was taller than her sister, but she had a much softer build, was a little curvier, and her breasts were noticeably larger. Sometimes you couldn't tell if they were related by looking at their little gestures. Being with Sharon in her house with Lynn did not concern me. She had even seen us doing it several times and once brought us breakfast when she heard we were done. Her reaction to seeing us in action was something I often considered. As far as I could tell, she had her own boyfriend, so she probably would react similarly to her sister and me. I parked my train of thought and got on with the rest of the day.

I drove over to Sharon's house to pick her up over the weekend. I sat next to Lynn, who was on the couch watching television, and introduced myself to her parents while she was still getting ready upstairs. I asked her what was going on because she seemed a little out of sorts. Alan dumped me a few nights ago, another failed relationship.

"I really ought to know better by now," she mused. I had met Alan a couple of times, a prize arsehole. Since I had known her and met the few men she had dated, her choice of boyfriend had been terrible, and she was right that she was completely out of his league.

Even if he returns, tell him to beat it; he is a fool and you deserve someone much better," I said. I reassured her. She leaned over, patted my arm, put her head on my shoulder, and said, "Thanks Steve."

I changed the subject, “I hear we are going to be roommates for a few weeks.” I said it to her with a smile. She brightened up, “Can’t wait to spend a bit more time with you guys,” then quietly, “As long as you two aren’t shagging all the time, that is.”

With a smile, she said. It was wonderful to see her smile once more. I would have immediately taken her along with us if the concert we were going to hadn't already been sold out months earlier. I kissed her on the top of her head for no apparent reason and leaned over to give her a hug.

She appeared surprised, but she smiled again. "We won't make it weird for you; the three of us will have a great time hanging out, and I've even managed to get some time off," says the group. I advised her. "I assume Sharon is not off?" She inquired. "Sorry, no." "She loves that place too much, even if she wasn't working, I have the feeling she would still be there," was my response. I said to her, 'The ‘place’ was the local Gym where Sharon worked as a coach/attendant.

Her varying early and late shifts were one of the few sticking points in our relationship and about the only thing that had caused us any serious rows. Additionally, I had the hunch that she had become a little too close to some of the customers because she had previously provided them with a more "personal" service experience. I didn’t ask and wasn’t told, which was fine by me.

“I know what you mean,” she said, “I’ve been there a few times, I don’t like it. There are too many people who love themselves. I'd rather just go for a walk. She concluded.

I was about to agree with her when I thought to myself that a happy Sharon was a horny Sharon. That and the fact she was in super fit shape. I liked that keeping up required all of my time. I was still in pretty good physical shape because I ran and played a few team sports. “I might take you up on that, about time I explored around here a bit more, maybe you can show me the secret spots.” I informed her.

She smiled and nodded. "You would love it down there," she said, "some of the old horse trails in the valley where the mills used to be are amazing to have a wander around." She elaborated. “Sounds great, it’s a date.” I replied, both of us laughing.

In a cropped t-shirt bearing the band's logo, Sharon showed up right at that moment. It showed off her tanned belly and was framed with a faded blue pair of jeans that hugged her hips snugly. I could just see her burgundy underwear set poking out here and there, a favourite of mine.

She had her blonde hair down and wore light makeup with red eyeshadow. At that exact moment, I was overcome with pride and lust. “Hey you too.” She claimed. “Looking great sis, you both do,” Lynn said as she turned around. smiling at me from behind. "Don't wait up, you know the drill," Sharon said to her, smiling, and "Ready honey?" to me. After getting up and patting Lynn on the leg, I said, "See you later." She responded sadly, "You guys have a great time, wish I could go with you." "We too, just a shame because it's such a hot gig.

Definitely in the future." Sharon made an effort to comfort her before heading for the door. Outside I gave her a big hug and a kiss but she broke it off before her makeup got ruined so soon after spending time on it. "Whoa big boy, plenty to go around later," she reprimanded me. "What did Lynn do to you in the beginning?" she asked. She asked me silly questions. "Nothing, you just look so sexy tonight, and this is something I've been looking forward to all week," I responded. She smiled and we headed for the car.

Chatting as we drove, the subject swung round to Lynn and her recent boyfriend woes. "What took place this time?" I questioned. "Problems that go against what is expected. She continued, "That's not always bad, but she isn't that confident yet in letting them know what she needs and ends up getting the piss taken out of her." She said, "Her wanting the good things and her useless boyfriend wanting only one thing." Did you know that she got ready to go out but sat there all night waiting for the wanker to get high with his friends and forget about meeting her?” She was starting to get more annoyed and I tried to pacify her.

"She will probably cycle through a few wastes before finding her way," because she is still young. I retaliated by patting her knee and declaring, "Her big sister will look out for her." She quietly replied, "Of course, but she just needs to know how a normal relationship is supposed to balance out because she isn't as hard-edged as me at cutting the deadwood." She left as we parked and headed in the venue.

After the gig we were still buzzing and raving about how great the band were. Wanting to keep the party going, we stopped for a drink at a pub on the outskirts. Because I was driving, I had a beer, so I switched to juice, and Sharon had vodka and soda. I cuddled her, kissed her neck, and asked her, "Do you want to head home or do you fancy parking up somewhere for a bit?" as she was beginning to settle in. She responded in a coy manner, "Why would I want to do that, Mr. Steve?" "Well Miss Sharon, it's about time you got a full after gig debrief," she said, rubbing the top of her leg. She moved her hand over and started to rub my hardening crotch under the table, “I agree,” she replied, kissing me, “Lead the way before we start bothering people here.”

We had a couple of ‘spots’ out the way and I headed for an old forestry track behind the estate where she lived. Despite the fact that it had rained earlier, it was still a warm evening, and we were confined inside this time. I stopped the car and parked it. "Front or rear?" I asked her.

When she said, "Let's sit in the back," she looked at me. I grabbed a blanket I had and put it over the rear seat. We got in by moving the front seats forward and rolling down the windows. She did the same and sat across from me with her back to me so I could hold her. I took off my shoes and stretched out across the seat. I moved her hair from one side and kissed the side of her neck, whispering, ‘I really enjoyed tonight, love you baby.’ She murmured, 'Love you too honey, it’s not quite finished yet.’

By dipping a few fingers just under the waistband, I reached the top of her knickers and rubbed her toned but soft stomach after removing the top two buttons from her jeans. She wriggled and reached down to undo the rest of her buttons. I moved my hands under the front of her t-shirt and up her sides, curling her breasts. I could feel her hardening nipples through the thin bra, rubbing them with the inside of my thumbs.

She kissed me when she turned around, then she reached down and pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it somewhere in the front seats. Adding her shirt to mine, I did the same for her.

She pulled the zip of my jeans down, unbuttoned them, and only looked at me as she did so. She moved to the side, took off each leg and the socks, putting them in a growing pile. She smiled as she felt the stiffness return in my boxer shorts as she pulled my cock through them.