Personal Chef
37 years old
I attended an all-girls Catholic college, and although we were taught the evils of homosexuality, I already knew that I was a lesbian. My best friend, Stacy, and I flirted, sat on each other’s laps, and playfully grabbed each other from time to time, but we never spoke openly about our real attraction.
When I turned 18 and got a new car, things changed. I had more freedom and privacy and Stacy, also 18, came along for the ride. I drove us both to the school’s basketball games where we would watch our more athletic, aggressive classmates work themselves into a sweaty lather. At halftime during one of the games, Stacy said she wanted to go back to my car and have a smoke. She was one of those rebels who insisted on doing anything and everything that was considered “bad” or not appropriate for a good Catholic girl.
Once in my car, she whipped a pack of Marlboro reds from deep inside her considerable cleavage and popped a single cigarette out. “Want one?” she asked as she motioned the pack toward me. “No thanks,” I replied, still looking at the tops of her breasts. The dim lights of the parking lot bounced off of them and accentuated their full, creamy softness. Stacy had a hot body and she knew it; but did she know that I knew it? I wasn’t sure.
“See something you like, baby?” she asked with a sly laugh, noticing my prolonged gaze in her direction.
I played it off and said, “You know you’re sexy when you smoke, girl. Isn’t that why you do it?”
Stacy rolled down her passenger window slightly and blew smoke through the narrow crack. “Haha! You know it!” she laughed. “Why don’t you ever show a little more of your sexy side?” she asked as she reached over and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse. I was overwhelmed with the arousal caused by her brushing my breasts and was, finally, at a loss for words. “If ya’ got it, flaunt it,” she added as she undid one more button.
“I’m not sure I have it quite like you do, though,” I finally replied. “You’ve got a sexy, hot body, beautiful, long dark hair, perfect bone structure, and I’m just an average girl like any other average girl.” I added.
“Average?! Ha! I wouldn’t hang with an average girl.” Stacy flicked her half-smoked cigarette out the window, spun around in her seat, leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Her full, soft lips were so sensual and sexy. I felt her tongue move in between them and lick my lips, then probe deeper. “You’re hot,” Stacy finally whispered. “Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”
At that point, we both knew what the other wanted. Stacy pulled her skirt up, straddled me in my seat, flipped the lever to drop the seat back so we were almost flat, and leaned over on top of me. Her big tits straining against her white, cotton button-up shirt was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I reached up between us and felt her gorgeous breasts. As she was kissing me, I could feel her moving her body up so that I could get her top open. I finally freed her luscious tits and they swayed in my face. I thrust my pelvis into hers and wanted to fuck her so badly at that moment.
Stacy unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open as her sweet, gorgeous tits jiggled before me. She grabbed my breasts forcefully with both hands and sat her cotton-pantied pussy on top of my crotch. “Look at your hot little body that you’ve been hiding,” Stacy cooed. “Look at these beautiful tits.” She leaned down, placed her chest on my stomach and licked and sucked my hard nipples. I continued thrusting into her pelvis with mine, and was beginning to drip with wetness.
Stacy reached down with one hand, slid it inside my skirt and panties and felt my excitement for herself. She rubbed my clit, then slid inside, then out to the clit again, then back inside, over and over, slowly at first, then faster. Then she moved forward, with her tits on my face and in my mouth and she reached for something in the back seat. She pulled something from her bag, reached down into her own panties, and put it inside them. Then she leaned back, lifted my skirt, spread my legs apart, moved my panties aside and fingered my wet pussy again.
“You ready?” she asked.
“Ready for what?” I replied, wondering what she was up to.
“Ready to get fucked?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” I responded happily. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.”
Stacy again moved her body down on top of mine, our tits touching, our lips kissing and caressing. Then I felt something press against my pussy and stimulate my clit. Before I picked her up for the game that night, Stacy had taken a clean pair of large, rolled-up tube socks and somehow put a paper towel roll cylinder in the center to create a soft, imitation phallus. She didn’t insert it into me, but with it stuffed down her panties, she started grinding it against both our pussies. With every thrust, her sexy tits jiggled and swayed in my face, and the feelings in my pussy were electrifying. I grabbed a breast with one hand and pressed her ass harder into me with another while we passionately kissed.
As Stacy pounded into me, her moans of pleasure turned me on even more. I lifted my legs to give her full access and grasped her hips tightly with them. I could tell by Stacy’s face that she came moments after I did this. Her entire body stiffened and her thrusts seemed like they were pulsating with her body. She continued to pleasure me while she was coming and just as I reached my own climax, there was a solid tap on the driver’s-side window of the car. The windows were steamed-up, so it was hard to see who it was at first. We quickly closed our tops and put our skirts down before I rolled down the window.
“Everything all right in there?” said a large man with a flashlight. It was James from parking security. Both of us knew him from around campus.
“Oh, hi James,” I said nervously. “No, we’re fine … just … Stacy just needed to change her clothes …” Stacy smiled broadly and waved at James. “Haha, thanks for checking, though.”
“All right, ladies,” he replied as he eyeballed both of our disheveled blouses and hair. “You have a good night now, okay.” He winked and turned away, and I knew that he knew, but I didn’t care.
Stacy and I returned to the game in time to catch the final climactic minutes as our fighting Lionesses battled to victory. We had many more exciting erotic adventures after that night, but that first time will always be the most memorable of them all.