When I was a eighteen a girl named Kathy Radnor
lived over on the next street. Kathy was tall,
perhaps 5’8″, her hair was dishwater blonde, cute
green eyes and, as it turned out, she was very
forward. She was a close friend of my sister,
and until that day, I only knew about her from
word of mouth. And being a teen-aged male, I
never listened to anything my little sister
said. She was a surprising young woman.
One Friday during the summer vacation my sister
wanted to go over to Kathy’s house to play cards,
something she normally did most days. I being the
oldest, was nominally in charge, and certainly
responsible for where my sister Sarah could be
found. Having nothing better to do, I decided
to go along.
We played hearts for several hours, then about 2
o’clock in the afternoon Sarah went home, and that
left Kathy and I, plus Kathy’s brother, a couple of
years younger, by ourselves. Her brother decided he
wanted to go outside and play, and then the two of us
were left alone.
We talked for a while, then Kathy asked me if I
wanted to play some more cards. Normally I
knew, they played canasta or hearts, but with
just two of us, that were more or less out of
the question. She thought for a minute, then
said impishly, “How about strip poker?” I looked
to see if she was serious. She was. So I agreed,
after thinking about it for a millisecond.
“Let’s go to my room,” Kathy said, and we
got up and I followed her. We started off
playing 5 card draw, and it didn’t take long
with just two of us for things to get
interesting.
I quickly lost a series of hands and was down to
jeans and underpants. Then Kathy lost a few;
finally we were at the payoff time; no more shoes,
socks, or other extraneous items.
Kathy lost again, and had to take off her blouse.
She unbuttoned it without embarassment and tossed
it in the pile with the rest of our things.
Even though all I could see was her bra, I had a
boner to end all boners.
Kathy lost the next hand as well. I waited with
baited breath for her to take off her bra, but
instead she shucked out of her shorts. I could
hardly keep my eyes off her crotch, but I couldn’t
see anything beyond a few hairs sticking out
around the edges of her panties.
The next hand I lost my jeans, leaving me with
just my shorts. Kathy seemed pretty interested
in the bulge I had going there. Without showing
my concern, I was feeling desperate. But, she
lost the next hand and had to take off her bra. Her
small tits stood out nicely from her chest, her
nipples a light rose color, and all I could do was
stare. I had never seen a female naked before and
I was really nervous, and excited beyond beleif.
Kathy lost the next hand as and was reluctant to
take off her panties. “How about double or nothing?”
She asked.
“Pardon?” I replied, mystified.
“If you win, I’ll let you take off my panties.
If I win, we’ll both take off our underpants
together.”
Now that’s my idea of a no lose situation, so
we played again. She lost again. “Once more.”
She said, “if you win, you can take my panties
off and touch my pussy. If I win, I’ll take
off your shorts and touch you.”
She lost again. I steeled myself and slid off
the bed where we had been sitting, Kathy stood
up too.
“You won,” she said, “take them off,” gesturing
at her panties. I slid Kathy’s panties down her
legs, a truely incredible feeling. She laid
back down on the bed and spread her legs far
apart. “Go ahead,” she told me, “touch me.”
I moved to where my eyes were about a foot away
from her crotch. She pulled her pussy lips
apart with her fingers and I looked over the
area with intense care. She stroked her clit
with one finger. “This’s my clitoris, it is very
sensitive and rubbing it feels very good when I
touch it.” She continued to stroke it a couple
of times more, then said, “go ahead and touch me
if you want.”
So I touched her clit-button lightly with my finger,
then began to gently stoke her.
“How’s that?” I asked after a couple of
minutes.
“Mmmmm,” She replied, “just a bit harder.” In
a second she was starting to pant, breathing
very fast. One of her hands holding her pussy
lips apart moved down and a finger slipped into
her wet pussy hole. “This is the place where
rubbing feels the best!” She sighed, as she
started to work her fingers in and out. She
came after a minute, and lay looking at me.
“That was nice,” she sighed, and sat up,
reaching for me. She pulled down my jockey
shorts saying, “Touch yourself.”
I started beating my meat, and Kathy wrapped her
fingers around my balls feeling and stroking them.
It didn’t take but a second before I was ready to
come, and Kathy sensed it saying, “would you like
me to do it for you?”
The thought of a girl whacking me off was
something from my wildest fantasies. I could
only nod agreement.
Kathy took my hot rod in her hand and began to
jerk me off. As I got close to coming I heard
her say, “Touch me too! Do me! Please! Do me
too!”
My fingers found her clit, but after a minute or
two of stroking it, I grew hot and bold, and
dipped my fingers into her, feeling around for
the hole that I knew had to be there. I knew
I wasn’t having much luck, but her reaction
kindled my arousal to an even higher degree,
and eventually I found the entrance I was seeking.
Both of us were breathing hard, and making noises
of pleasure when we both started coming.
“Wow!” Kathy said after a moment of stillness
on both our parts. She looked at me with a
soft, far away look. “That was nice.”
Right then, her mother came home. We hastily
dressed and I don’t think her mother suspected
a thing.
Ahe must have, though. Right after that
Kathy was grounded, no one could come over. I
always wondered later, if it was just me, or
were there others?
When school started up that year I got calls at
home, girls. They would ask for me and when I
answered the phone, they would tell me how much
they wanted me to touch them, make them come.
I never knew who the girls were, but I always
suspected Kathy was the one who put them up to
it. They would hang up whenever I asked who
they were.