The Talk

I had known Katie ever since we were little kids. Our parents were family friends. They lived on a rural block just up the hill from us. Our parents occasionally and embarrassingly reminded us that we used to play with each other naked under the sprinkler when we were small.

We were now both 19 and 18, had just finished High School and were headed off to university. I had gone to a co-educational school while Katie had gone to an all-girls school.

We had recently bumped into each other after many years. I was astonished to see what a beautiful young lady Katie had blossomed into. She had a trim figure and a dazzling smile. She was still quite petite however (at about 5' 2", compared to me at around 6' 3"). I threw it out there that we should catch up during the summer break before university. If she was any other girl, I would have been too intimidated to have asked this. But, after all, this was just Katie whom I last seen as merely a young girl in overalls. She was happy to catch up as suggested.

My parents had bought a caravan park a few years ago so we had moved about 30 kilometres from where I grew up. The park had a proper house at the back and my dad had converted the back of a garage into a self-contained bedroom for me. It had proper plaster walls and an ensuite, so was quite a nice set up.

Katie had just got her licence and was happy to drive out to my place to visit. She arrived at about 5:00pm. My parents knew that she was coming over and I had all the intentions to have them meet her after all these years. However, my parents had started to become funny around any girls I would see down the street, usually from High School and I decided to forgo this introduction and took her straight down the side to my room.

I offered her a beer or wine but she told me that she didn't drink. No real reason was stated other than she didn't like the taste. So, it ended up being a diet Coke for her and a beer for me. I had a small couch in my room and we both sat on it and turned to each other to discuss our lives to date and to reminisce.

We soon got onto matters of the opposite sex and dating -- a topic I wasn't keen to discuss given my limited success in that area. I had a terrible time trying to date during High School. It was very frustrating.

I felt like a bit of an ugly duckling who was just growing into his looks. I was hoping university would be better.

I just couldn't get my head around girls, what they wanted and what they wanted in a guy. I had a number of friends at school who were dating that I considered weren't as smart, athletic or even more attractive than me. I couldn't figure it out.

In an effort to deflect, I put the questions about dating back to her. "All the guys I meet just want to fuck me", she sighed. It was clear we were starting off at completely different bases. While I wasn't quite still a virgin, I wasn't very far removed from being one.

Rather than shying away from the topic of dating and sex, I decided this was probably a good opportunity to talk to a girl, who was also a friend who could give me some honest answers. I had chatted with guys but I never had the female perspective.

In a round-about way, I asked her why she thought guys were into sex more than girls. Rather than talk about hormones or nature, she summed it up in a manner that I had kind of suspected: "Boys' penises are just not attractive".

She elaborated, "They all just look wrinkly and they just hang between your legs and they're all hairy and strange". This was interesting information. I already knew they weren't a guy's best features but surely as a sex organ they would be of interest to the opposite sex, the same way vaginas are to guys.

I was actually quite happy with and proud of, my "sex organ". I'm not sure if it was inherently better looking than the average or it was just something I had become familiar and accustomed to, having lived with it my whole life.

I decided to take issue with her stance and mount a case for all the guys out there -- even the ones whose penises may not be super attractive. After all, maybe there was a bit of jealousy going on from her side.

"I think penises" can be attractive, I said. "They certainly feel nice and are fun to have".

"Well feeling nice and being fun to have are not the same thing as looking nice", she retorted. She had a point.

I took things back to a more personal or intimate level. "Well, if you love a guy, shouldn't you love his penis too, no matter what it may otherwise look like?"

"Yes, I know ...", she admitted. I had turned the argument on its head and knew that I had backed her into a corner a bit.

I decided to go even more personal. "Besides, I think my willie is quite attractive". In the space of about 30-seconds I had lost the moral high ground and returned the discussion merely to looks. I was a bit over the word "penis" but I wasn't sure "willie" was any better. I had also set myself up for what followed...

"Ok, show me then", she smiled. The time was approaching 11 pm and I could have easily perhaps wound up the conversation there "for another time". However, I had dodged a number moments over the past year and had determined next time around I would seize any opportunity I had. Besides, she may have been bluffing. I decided to call her on it.

I stood up. Her expression didn't change. She wasn't bluffing. I was committed. After all she had seen me naked before -- no that didn't make sense. Sensing my hesitation she said, "Come on, it's just us and besides ... you might be right. How can I tell you if you don't show me?"

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and underwear and took them both off at once. Out flopped my dick in front of her. Its length is in the order of three inches when soft and about six and a half when erect. (Like most guys, I had measured it at one stage). I had bought an electric trimmer about six months ago and used it every few weeks, so I was happy to say the pubic hair was nice, neat and trimmed.

She regarded it for a moment and then said, "Well, it's actually quite nice". Her words were emotionless and despite a mischievous smile a few moments ago, her expression was blank and clinical. This was good for me as I'm not sure what my reaction would have been if she had mocked it or laughed, in order to make her point. I was physically and emotionally exposed, after all.

"I do actually prefer a circumcised dick", she continued. In making this point she reached a finger out and traced the line of the head, without touching it. I was inwardly happy that she had also moved on from the word "penis".

"You do have quite big balls", she carried on. I was surprised that she could actually see them from where she was sitting. Until now I had never had a comment on my balls before, but took this as a genuine comment. I lifted my dick slightly as if I was regarding my balls for the first time myself. Maybe they were quite big.

I let it go and it dropped back down, but not to its original position. Even my own touch had started it getting a little stiffer. "I like that it's quite smooth and doesn't have a bunch of veins", Katie said and this time ran her index finger along the side of it. In response, my dick extended even further. Not fully erect but enough to be quite obvious to both of us.

She sensed some potential discomfort from the reaction my dick had to her touch. "Don't be embarrassed if it gets hard. It's perfectly natural. Girls actually consider that to be a compliment". By now my shorts and underwear had dropped to my ankles and I stealthily stepped out of them. "It also looks quite big", she added.

I sat down on the couch but kept my cock out and in view. "So, tell me about your vagina then", I quickly threw out to her, as much to my surprise as to hers. It was now her time to squirm a bit but I thought that only fair given how far I had gone. "So, you think girls' vaginas are better looking?", I challenged.

She had to defend her initial position. "We'll they are very neat ... and pleasant ... and they just look nice".

With very little to lose and (let's face it) a lot to gain, I put it to her further. "You're going to have to convince me with a visual". I sat back in the couch and spread my leg slightly to remind her how far I had gone to support the cause of men folk. She looked down at my dick which was still at half mask and bobbing gently as if too waiting on an answer.

"I will show you what a very attractive vagina looks like," she announced as she took to her feet and started on the waistband of her skirt. In a couple of deft moves she unhooked the clasp and peeled it off to reveal her lovely long legs, plain white cotton panties and soft mound in front. If this was as far as she went, I would have considered this a successful night. However, she was keen to win her point and proceeded to pull down her panties down below her pussy but no further. She kept her fingers in the waistband as if she was going to pull them up suddenly at short notice and go home.

I couldn't for the life of me in that moment think about how I could freeze time or what to do to have her linger in that position for as long as possible.

She was absolutely right though, it was a very attractive vagina. It had a very nice, long slit and her pussy lips sat very neatly together. It only had wisps of hair all over it which looked quite natural and not something that could be produced by trimming or shaving.

Rather than simply agree with her and find "that's that", I decided to take a perverse approach. "What do you think makes your vagina so attractive?" I asked as I moved myself slightly towards her on the couch.

She softly stroked the thin hairs of her pussy as if she was regarding it for the first time. "I like how it looks. I like that it's not too hairy ... and I like how it feels when it's touched".

"Well how it feels is not the same as looking nice", I retorted, which was a clever reply given the earlier discussion but could have easily rumbled the whole evening I quickly realised.

Switching tack but keeping the momentum I carried on, "I agree that your pussy is very attractive while you are standing ...". (She didn't balk at the use of the word "pussy", I was happy to note). "... But what about when it is opened up?"

I knew again I was pressing my luck but when she dropped her panties to the floor, sat back down and spread her legs out I knew we were both on the same page and this evening was going to be a memorable one.

She ran a finger up her open pussy and I was pleased to see that she dipped a finger inside it on the way through. She gave off a little shudder as she did, indicating that it was very sensitive for her and did indeed feel good when it was touched.

My cock was rock hard and rampant at this stage. I put a hand on her naked thigh and she reached out with her other hand and grabbed the shaft of my cock and ran it gently up and down. I caressed her thigh for a few moments later before feeling it was ok to move that hand to her pussy and return the favour she was giving me.

That was it as far as she was concerned. She responded by reaching out and kissing me hard and passionately. I was caught off-guard for that brief moment as my brain processed what was going on and then responded with equal passion with the kiss. Amazingly, the kiss seemed even more intimate that the touching that proceeded it.

In quick time, this lead to both of us shedding the rest of our clothes. Katie had been wearing a Wonderbra-type bra which exaggerated her breast size. Once that bra was off, she was no more than an A-cup but her breasts were quite pointed and were each topped off with an erect nipple. At that moment, they were absolutely perfect for me.

We moved quickly to the bed and Katie positioned herself underneath me. She was such a petite thing, she was able to manoeuvre herself quickly and easily. She took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and started licking both up and down. Meanwhile she had opened up her legs underneath me. I had to reach down and pull her pussy towards my mouth a bit as our height difference had her pussy pointing towards my chest. She adjusted herself and we both went to town licking and sucking each other.

After a few minutes, I got off her and spun around so that we could keep kissing each other. Wow, she was an amazing kisser and did this sucky thing on my bottom lip that no other girl or woman I had been with since has been able to replicate.

I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy and she opened her legs up wider as if to receive me. I took the invitation and pressed my dick into her and slid right in. It was a tight fit and she squeezed my arms in response. Here the height difference became apparent again and I struggled to kiss her while at the same time gently thrusting inside her. I joked that sometimes sex is awkward. It was the first thing either one of us had said for about 15 minutes and she laughed as the tension was broken.

Rather than quickly thrusting into her, I slowed down my movements in order to draw out the experience for a bit longer. After a couple of minutes, she patted my arse and motioned for me to lie down on my back. She then climbed on top of me and guided my cock inside her pussy. She was now in control and bucked up and down on my cock at apace. It was amazing having such a light, petite girl bouncing up and down and impale herself on my prick. I could no longer keep things at my tempo.

It got to the point however that I couldn't contain myself. I moaned that I was about to cum. She paused for a beat and I was able to withdraw my cock and ejaculate up on her stomach. She watched the cum spurt out of the end of my cock as she tried to get her breath back. I was pleased to see some cum had managed to reach up to one of her tits and was hanging off it.

She collapsed off me and I reached out for the tissues to clean ourselves up. She had other ideas and pulled me in tight to her for a final big kiss, which only served to mash the cum on her stomach and tits between us. This now needed a shower to clean ourselves off and we did that together, which lead to some more folding as we washed each other.

It was now pushing 12:30am and Katie decided it was best to make a move home. I walked her to her car and gave her one last passionate kiss. It was an awesome night and so good to catch up with a long-time friend. I got many insights from that night and I knew dating and girls would forever be different for me.