Australian Penthouse

Mike and I grew up together, next-door neighbours since pre-school. We were like brother and sister, so when puberty hit, we never thought of hooking up. It wasn’t until we were 18 that our relationship changed.

When Mike heard that the guy I really wanted to ask me to the uni dance had instead asked another girl, he broke the news to me gently, knowing I’d be devastated. Like a loving brother, Mike pulled my head to rest on his shoulder while I sobbed. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, and held me for a really long time. When I stopped crying and looked up at him, Mike stroked my left cheek and said, “You’re obviously too good for him.”

I instinctively licked my lips and was afraid to make eye contact again. But he took my hands in his and stared at me until I was willing to meet his eyes again. Then he pulled my face closer until our lips met. It was like something out of a fairytale.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Mike told me when we broke apart.

I said nothing, but rested my head on his shoulder. His hand caressed my knee, then moved up slowly. I kissed his neck, giving him the go-ahead, not sure of what would come next.

Mike took my hands in his and helped me up, pausing only for a moment before we walked down the hall to his parents’ bathroom (they have a large double shower). We said nothing, but we each knew what was about to happen. He let go of my hands when we got there, stroked my hair again and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I wriggled out of my shirt, too, a tube top, and when we were both topless, he caressed my breasts and I stroked his chest.

He reached for the clasp on my shorts while I did the same to his. I had on the tiniest underwear you could imagine, revealing the edge of a sunburst tattoo Mike didn’t know about. He smiled when he saw it.

“You’ll like the rest of it even more,” I said. “Go ahead.”

He stroked my hair again before kneeling in front of me. Then he put his hands through the sides of my underwear and pulled my stomach to his mouth. He licked my tummy before wiggling his tongue around my navel, making me moan. Then he moved his hands behind me, still under the fabric of my knickers. With one hand on each cheek, he pulled us even closer together.

I kept moaning and started to squirm and squeeze my thighs together. Then I rose up on my toes so that his mouth would go lower. Finally, he pulled my underwear down slowly, revealing the rest of my tattoo and, more importantly, my hidden treasure.

He inhaled my fragrance as I sighed. I pulled his head closer to my bush, and his tongue explored my nether region. I couldn’t stand the anticipation a moment longer. I pulled him up so our lips would meet again, and then I feverishly tore off what little was left of his clothing. He entered me and I absolutely melted.

“Oh my God!” I moaned in ecstasy.

Until that moment, I hadn’t really been alive, and I couldn’t believe what I’d been missing. Since then, Mike and I have become much more than just friends. We’re fuck partners, we’re lovers, we’re soul mates.

-Jessica, Fremantle, WA

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