Cat Does a Favor

This story happened a long time ago. I'm not going to admit how long, but... well, nobody had cell phones. Make of that what you will.

This is how I took my friend's virginity on what was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Though, not one I have ever regretted! I was thinking back on it the other day and suddenly decided I'd write it down to share.

My name is Cathryn, but everyone calls me Cat. I don't know that my appearance is all that important to this story, but if you are curious I'm 5'3" with auburn hair that reaches the middle of my back, though I usually wear it up. My eyes are brown but I call them "hazel" if I want to feel sexier. I'm not as slim as I used to be back when this story takes place, but I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. And since guys always ask, they're C cups with puffy areola, small nipples and a single freckle deep in my cleavage.

Anyway, back to the story. It was the summer between my high school graduation and the start of college. Everybody was feeling a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, though I only realize the latter as I look back on it now. But it makes sense - here we'd been together with the same group of friends all our lives, and now we were all going our separate ways. It's natural that we would feel like we wanted to make as many memories as possible that summer.

Maybe that's why I did what I did.

I was out with my best friend Emily. We'd used some fake IDs to get into a club, dance with guys and get them to buy us drinks. We were both eighteen but nobody questioned us about it. It was her idea to do this and she was drinking anything she was offered. I decided to pass on the alcohol, since I felt like one of us should be alert just to be safe.

The dancing was fun and I was having a great time even while I kept an eye on Emily. She flirted with several guys, but after a bit there was just one that kept her attention. I'm going to call him "Gum", because we could not shake him off. And because I have no earthly idea what his real name was. He seemed a little older than us, but not much.

I'd been slow dancing with a very sweet guy closer to my dad's age than mine when I noticed she and Gum were sloppily making out by the bar. I excused myself and went over to nudge them apart. Emily looked at me, flushed and excited, and said that Gum wanted us to come back to his place and wasn't that a great idea?

That was not a great idea. But I couldn't dissuade Emily from wanting to do this, so I instead tried to suggest somewhere we could go that was safer than this random dude's - probably disgusting - apartment. The problem was that both her parents and mine were home, so neither house would work for a hook-up spot. I suggested she just jump him in the back of the car, but she kept insisting she wanted to find a bed and I started to worry she'd leave with him on her own.

Then I remembered that our mutual friend Nathan was home alone this weekend. Reluctantly, I suggested we go there. She agreed, so I hauled her out of the club and back to the car with Gum stuck to us like... well, you know.

Despite her dismissal of the back seat option earlier, they proceeded to make out in the car the whole drive. I saw him working his hand up inside her shirt to fondle her breast. I have no idea what was going on below the level of the review mirror. But from the way Gum moaned it wasn't nothing, that's for sure.

We got to Nathan's house and all walked up to the front door with the two of them ineffectually tucking various bits of clothing back in. I rolled my eyes as I pressed the doorbell. After a minute Nathan looked out the window, recognized us, and opened the door.

He was a bit dumbfounded and I couldn't blame him. It was near midnight, for one thing. He and I were good friends and I'd been over to his house before, but never unannounced. He knew who Emily was, but she'd never come over at all. And of course Gum was a complete mystery.

I tried my best to be cheerful and said we'd just been in the neighborhood and wanted to hang out. As he ushered us in, Emily made a show of looking around and saying "Wow - nice place!" This was bullshit. Nathan's parent's house was perfectly fine, but all in all just a regular suburban home. But she said she wanted a tour and asked to see his room first.

Subtle, I thought.

Nathan gamely led us up the stairs. I had a glimpse of his room before Emily pressed past me with Gum in tow. "Cool!" she said, "We're just gonna borrow this for a minute..." Then she firmly shut the door. This was followed by the sound of their bodies hitting it from the other side, along with some urgent grunting.

I stood there looking embarrassed, then indicated to Nathan that we should go back downstairs. We ended up in the kitchen, and I apologized for dropping this whole thing in his lap. I explained how we'd gotten there, and that I thought it was safer for Emily to be somewhere known and trusted.

"That's okay," he said. He was surprisingly calm about the whole thing now that he'd gotten over the shock. "If they want to make out in my room for a bit I don't mind."

I looked at him in pity. "They're not making out, Nathan. They're fucking." At his stunned expression I nodded affirmatively and added, "You're gonna need to wash those sheets after we leave."

He thought about it for a bit, then laughed. "Well, I guess somebody ought to get laid in my bed."

I growled in frustration. "It's just aggravating. I mean, she just met that guy an hour ago. What the hell is she doing jumping into bed with him? She has no idea who he is!"

Nathan looked at me puzzled. "I didn't think you'd be so judgemental about casual sex." When I glared at him he raised his hands and added, "No offense!"

In truth, he had a point. Back then I was hardly a prude. In fact, I was a bit of a slut, and Nathan knew this very well. When our friend circle got together we'd often talk about sex, telling each other what we'd done and who we'd done it with. So he knew my history, and I knew he was a virgin, of course.

"I've slept with guys just for fun, sure. But I knew them first. At least enough to know what kind of people they were." I gestured upstairs, adding, "I mean, if Emily wanted to have sex with you I'd be fine with that."

There was a brief pause, then he answered too lightly, "I'd be fine with that, too." I could see his nervousness in the way his hands fidgeted and he suddenly couldn't meet my eyes.

For once I looked at him as a girl would, not just as his friend. He wasn't unattractive at all. In reality, the only reason he was still a virgin was his low self-confidence. I'd never considered myself drawn to him that way - but as I said, I was feeling nostalgic about the end of our school lives together.

And I felt I owed him for dropping Emily and Gum on him like this.

I took a moment to look him in the eyes. "What if I wanted to have sex with you. Would you be fine with that?"

"Well, yeah," he said, looking away again. I waited until he overcame his embarrassment enough to meet my gaze before I spoke again.

"Really?" I asked, making it clear this was not just a hypothetical.

He nodded. "Of course. You're really hot, Cat." He came off very awkward trying to compliment me, but I appreciated the effort. I smiled happily and gently placed my hand on his.

"Then how about you show me your parent's bedroom?"

He hesitated a moment and looked on the verge of saying something, but then just got up and led me back up the stairs. We passed his room, hearing moans and a regular squeaking from behind the door. Nathan was wide-eyed as he led me through another door at the end of the hall and into the master suite.

He turned on the bright overhead light, but I switched it off in favor of a soft reading lamp by the bedside. I shut the door behind us and locked it. His parent's bed was king sized, with a duvet cover and frilly pillow casings that his mother undoubtedly picked. It just screamed "This is the room where a very conservative couple of parents sleep and do absolutely nothing else."

I looked at him with a gentle smile. "Do you really want to do this?" I asked. He nodded and looked on the verge of saying something to hedge his desire. But I just said, "Okay. Then take all your clothes off," and that stopped him.

I pulled my blouse off over my head, exposing the black lace bra I'd worn tonight. Not because I'd planned for anyone to see it, but because it made me feel sexy and confident. As I reached back to unhook it, Nathan turned away to give me privacy - which was sweet and totally pointless, of course. But he took off his shirt, so he was going along.

I stripped and folded all my clothes neatly on the floor. Then I threw back the sheets and got into the center of the bed, laying on my side and facing him. He was just taking his underwear off, still turned away from me. He had a nice butt, I noticed - such a shame he always wore such loose jeans.

He turned around slowly, gazing wide-eyed at my naked body. His chest was smooth, but his pubic hair was quite bushy. His cock was still soft, no doubt from nervousness. I patted the bed next to me, and he awkwardly laid down on his side facing me.

Too far away. I gently pulled him closer, then I kissed him. Closed mouth at first, but gradually he loosened up and I got my tongue in there. He sighed and kissed me back, then jumped a bit as I ran my hand up his back. But I just kept kissing and stroking him and gradually all the tension started to leave his body. He began kissing me back more enthusiastically. I reached down to lightly grasp his dick and he jumped again.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," I said with a laugh.

"Well, nobody's ever grabbed me there before."

I guided his hand to my pussy, then started gently stroking him. "Well, you can touch me, too, you know."

We went back to kissing for a bit. His cock continued to grow in my hand as I stroked him. He was a bit unsure about how to finger me, mostly running his hand over my neatly-trimmed bush. I talked him into gently stroking me - feeling how wet I was and lightly fondling my clit. He was really good at following directions, and soon we were back to making out as we worked each other up.

As soon as I was wet enough, I rolled on my back and pulled him on top of me. I didn't want to risk him going off too early. So with no further preamble I guided the head of his dick to my entrance and pulled him toward me. He slid all the way in with a disbelieving expression. "There you go," I encouraged him as he began to gently thrust into me.

He moaned as he slowly stroked me. As he got his knees under him he started to push harder. I grunted in response and he suddenly stopped to ask if I was alright.

I grinned at him. "Nathan, I'm gonna be making a lot of noises. And I need you to just assume they are all good noises unless I say differently. So don't stop, 'kay?" He grinned back sheepishly and agreed then returned to thrusting more firmly.

I ran my hands up and down his shoulderblades as he fucked me. Even going harder he was still being very cautious and slow. From his expression I could see he was concentrating on not cumming too fast. This sort of pace wasn't likely to get me off, but I was content to just relax and let him take the lead.

After a bit I spread my legs further, placing my heels in the small of his back. This turned out to be a bit too much stimulation, and suddenly he was pounding into me as he climaxed. He shook and growled in frustration as he came, obviously wanting it to last longer. I encouraged him, saying "yes!" and "that feels good!". I hadn't expected him to last very long, after all. It was his first time.

When he stopped he held himself braced over me. He was sweating and breathing hard. He started to apologize but I forestalled that with a kiss. Then I gently urged him over till we were laying side-by-side again.

I reached down to grasp his cock once more. It was slick and warm and about half-erect. We talked for a bit as I casually stroked him. Gradually he became hard again, though he didn't seem to realize it. By the time he was fully erect he asked if I wanted to get up now, seemingly unaware that his body was ready and willing to go again.

I pushed him gently onto his back and straddled him. Pressing my wet slit onto the underside of his cock, I ground up and down a few times as he stared at me, wide eyed. "Oh, we're not done," I said. I shivered a bit at the sensation of his cockhead sliding over my clit. Then I reached down and inserted him back inside me. I groaned with pleasure as I lowered myself all the way down till he was buried in my snatch. Then I began to rock back and forth, working to get the stimulation right where I wanted it.

I was just starting to get into it when there was a knock at the bedroom door. "You guys done?" said Emily, loudly.

I grunted in frustration and stopped. "Not now, Em!" I yelled back.

"Come on - I want to go," she said. I could tell from her tone that she was done with Gum and just wanted to be away from him. But this whole thing was her fault, so I wasn't about to let her rush me.

"Too bad. Go watch TV or something!" I grinned down at Nathan and resumed riding him. I heard the two of them walk off and was glad to be able to focus again. I was determined to get off before we were done here.

Nathan was staring at my tits as they bounced above him. "You can fondle them, you know," I said. With a grin he reached up to palm them both, kneading gently and moving over to rub my erect nipples between his fingers. I grunted encouragement and started bouncing faster.

I'm usually pretty good about being able to cum from intercourse as long as I can control it. This time was no exception, and I was glad that Nathan had cum once already so he had no problem staying hard. After a pleasant and energetic ten minutes or so I got myself over the edge. Gripping his hips, I thrust myself into him with fast and urgent motions as I came. I didn't bother being quiet, moaning loud enough that I'm sure they heard me downstairs.

Panting and basking in the afterglow, I asked if he wanted to be on top again. He said he did, so we rolled over. He managed to get us into missionary while staying inside me. Once there he settled his balance and then started to fuck me with full, hard strokes. This felt wonderful right after my orgasm and I urged him on.

He wasn't going super fast, but he was consistent and that enabled me to get into a matching rhythm. I started thrusting back up into him on each stroke. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. He kissed me, his tongue circling mine as he kept it up. I like all kinds of freaky sex, so straight missionary can get old. But sometimes it feels good to have a guy just pound you into the mattress, you know?

So, yeah - I came again. And again. A sort of long, rolling boil of little orgasms kept washing over me as he doggedly fucked me. He kept going for a long time, till sweat was dripping off his body onto me and the headboard began banging against the wall. I was making a lot of noise, but he clearly remembered what I'd said before and kept going, bless his heart.

I showed him how to lift my ankles up to his shoulders. He got me folded up like that and went back to thrusting immediately. By now I was muttering a long stream of profanity and encouraging him to go harder. It didn't take long in that position before he said he was going to cum again. I said "God fucking damn yes, do it!"

With a cry he started pumping his second load of the night into me. At the feel of it filling me up, I came hard again. My legs started spasming against his chest, and my feet were locked and pointed, toes splayed out as they bounced beside his head. They didn't loosen up until he was finished.

He stopped and dropped to his elbows. When I caught my breath I lowered my legs and made him relax his weight onto me, assuring him I wouldn't be crushed. He laid his head against my chest and I pushed his damp hair away from his eyes. I giggled, saying, "That was great!"

He agreed, laughing back at me. "Though, I don't have anything to compare to," he added.

I kissed his forehead and assured him, "I do and it was. You're a natural at this," I said. I wanted to make sure his first experience didn't leave him disappointed, so I would have complimented him no matter how it had gone. But there was no need to lie. The warm feeling of my happily-fucked pussy attested to that.

We lay there talking about nothing till his cock finally softened enough to slip out of me. I got up then and went to the master bathroom to clean up. When I came back we both got dressed, and this time he stared happily at me while I did so. I snapped my bra clasp together on my torso, then spun it around to put my arms through it. "Nice trick," he said, and I thanked him with a laugh.

When we were dressed he started to unlock the door, but I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him one last time, slowly and deeply. Then I held his face in my hands and said, "You are gonna make some girls in college very happy, Nathan." He was grinning like a fool, and truth to be told, so was I.

Downstairs Emily and Gum were sitting on opposite sides of the room while the TV played a movie. The tension was palpable, and we quickly headed out. I dropped Gum off at the club where we'd found him. Emily gave him a fake number, and that was that. Turns out he thought she was twenty-three the whole time.

Nathan and I didn't have sex again that summer, but we shared private smiles when we were hanging out with our other friends. We also endured no end of teasing from them, because of course Emily told them everything. He just said "A gentleman never talks", and when they pressed me for details all I would say is, "He's a stud," while I smiled fondly.

I was right about the girls he met in college. And they taught him some things too, as I found out when we hooked up once more the next summer. After that we started to lose touch. I haven't spoken to him in years, but I see him on Facebook. He's married. His wife is pretty.

And she looks very happy.