An old crush.

The room is illuminated only by a television which sits at the foot of a single bed. Cries of female pleasure issue from it also. Upon the bed lies a woman, naked, her left hand kneading her right breast and her right between her legs, rubbing herself as she watches what is happening on the screen. It takes you a moment, but you quickly realise you recognise her.

Loren, your friends older sister, who played a starring role in many of your own masturbatory fantasies. She never showed any interest in you, of course. You were just one of her little brother's friends, still in high school, and she was in college. You never approached her anyway, to do so would have been a violation of the code of friendship. Friends didn't date friends' sisters.

But now, well you haven't seen Loren or her brother since you went off to college yourself so ...

You suddenly realise you are as naked as she is as you feel your cock quickly coming to attention. As it does Loren seems to notice you but, rather than scream and tell you to leave as you would expect she simply looks at your hardening cock and smiles. "My goodness {first_name}" she says "If I'd known you had that in your shorts I'd have been more interested in you back then."

"Umm ... thanks" you say.

"So" she says "Do you want to just stand there in the doorway and look at me or would you like to come here and touch me?"

"The second" you say stepping into the room and walking toward her.

"I was hoping you'd say that" she says.

You reach the bed on which she is lying, the sounds of porn continuing from the T.V., and take the sight of her body in. She still looks 20, the age she was when you last saw her. Her face is flushed and slightly slick with sweat, her hair is mussed, her breasts are full and firm and her pussy hair is trimmed, just as you imagined it would be when you though about it as you rubbed yourself off at night.

"So" says Loren her eyes still glued to your now totally erect member "Here's the deal. You can touch mine if I can touch yours."

"Sure!" you say. It's not like you have a problem with either of those things. She smiles at your enthusiasm.

You reach down between Loren's legs as she reaches out for your cock. As your fingers touch her moist opening you feel her soft hand encircling your manhood. She gasps and you cock twitches. 'Mmm' she purrs as you trace your finger across her labia, "That feels nice..." she slowly, gently, slides her hand down your cock making it twitch again with appreciation "and I can tell your enjoying that."

"Hmm" she says looking you with hooded but mischevious eyes "I have an idea. How about a competition."

"What sort of competition?" you ask.

"Let's see who can make the other climax first with just their hand." She says "Now, of course, I've already given you a head start, since I was in the middle of pleasuring myself when you came, but boys take so much less time and effort to climax that I'm willing to give it to you"

You smile "I'm a man" you say "I have more self control."

"We'll see."

"So what does the winner get?" you ask.

"Hmm. Good question. What do you want?"

"How about you let me fuck you?" you say jokingly.

"O.k."

"Really?"

"Sure, you can slide that big cock into my tight, wet ..."

"Ha." you say "I see what you are doing"

"What?" she says with mock innocence "Anyway. When ... I mean if ... I win then you have to finish me off with your mouth..."

"O.k." you say, again not that unhappy about the prospect.

"Right" she says "Ready? ..."