“That’s it Anne…just like that…I’m about to cum,” I said to her as she was on her knees sucking my cock in the living room.
I then watched her licking the cum off my cock as she looked at me, smiling. I was enjoying the end of one of our erotic moments together, when all of a sudden, I heard the front door being unlocked and saw the knob being turned.
It was my friend Sophia, the most religious woman I knew. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of some college girl licking my cock on our sofa. But her face quickly morphed from being stunned to being absolutely livid at what she was seeing.
“What the hell are you two doing!?!” she screamed at us.
Anne and I were both in a frenzy trying to put our clothes back on, with me pulling up my pants, and Anne putting on her top.
“And who the hell are you!?” she yelled, this time towards Anne.
“Hey calm down, this is my house too and in any case…I can explain…she’s a classmate of mine…”
Anne quickly grabbed her things and left, saying, ‘I’m sorry’ on her way out.
“This is so unbelievable,” Sophia continued on her furious rant. “I can’t believe you would ever stoop so low and do such a thing on our couch of all places. I don’t even know where to begin right now. We’ll discuss this later. Right now, I need to clear my head.”
She never mentioned that incident later on in the day. Even when we had dinner together that night, she stayed fairly quite compared to usual. She did her best to act as if nothing was wrong, but it was clear that it bothered her. I had just assumed that she wanted to forget about this whole thing.
But later that night, she came to my room in a more somber mood and said she wanted to talk openly about what happened earlier.
“Look, I want you to know how sorry I am for yelling at you the way I did,” she said in a sincere tone of voice. “I shouldn’t have acted so harshly. All I’m asking is that you be a little more considerate with where you two do your private business. That was point I was trying to get across.”
“You don’t need to be sorry, it was my fault. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done it there. And it won’t happen again, I promise,” I replied.
“So who was she?” she enquired, slightly changing the subject. “A girlfriend I don’t know about? I hope I didn’t ruin a new relationship for you.”
“She’s a friend of mine from college, that’s all. And ‘no’, you didn’t ruin anything. We’ve texted each other and we’re fine. We chatted a little about how painfully embarrassing these situations can be. And I’m glad too because that’s one relationship I’d like to keep,” I said in a joking manner.
She smiled and said in a reminiscent tone, ” really can’t blame you for doing what you did earlier. I guess I’ve forgotten what it was like being in lust and discovering these new feelings. It’s all apart of growing older I suppose.”
“I don’t mean to be blunt, but you’re a really beautiful woman, and you’ve had no trouble finding dates. So I don’t understand why you sound so depressed saying that.”
“Well if I sound like a woman who hasn’t been intimate in a while, it’s because I haven’t,” she replied in a somber voice. “I’ve been on dates, sure, but I’ve never gone that far with any of them…I’m sorry…I really shouldn’t be telling you any of this.”
“It’s okay,” I told her, giving her assurance in me. “You can talk to me about anything. I mean after all, you’ve already seen me in a really embarrassing situation and I gave you an honest answer.”
She let out a loud sigh and replied, “Fine, I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I haven’t been intimate with another man since the divorce. In fact, my ex is the only man I’ve ever been with in my entire life. That might be difficult for you to understand, but I grew up in a very conservative household with strict rules on sex and morality. And with an upbringing like that, well, here I am having this conversation with you of all people.”
“The conservative upbringing part I can understand, but it’s been nearly three years since you two divorced. That’s a long time for any adult to go without sex, especially a woman like you.”
“I know, shocking isn’t it?” she replied. “And it’s not that I’m embarrassed about sex or can’t perform, but I’ve always been fearful of what others might think of me because of that stigma that was attached to sex growing up. I’ve also prided myself on being a woman with strong values, and I always worry that a guy would lose respect for me after he’s had me in bed.”
“I understand. And that’s what makes you so special. You’re a terrific woman and any man would be really lucky to have someone like you. I really appreciate you sharing this with me. I just wish I had something more to tell you about this…”
“Well, do you think you can at least give me some advice if I need it?” she asked. “I’m 36 years old and I’m not getting any younger here. I know how desperate I must sound to you right now, but having the perspective of a guy your age would certainly go a long way for an old fashion woman like me. And it just so happens that you’re the only young man I know; or at least that I can talk to like his.”
I couldn’t believe that my uptight friend just asked me for advice for her sex life. But in an odd way, I enjoyed it. It was the most vulnerable I had ever seen her, and it was with the issue of sex of all things.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m sure it’s normal for a lot of conservative women your age to go through this after a divorce. And if you’re okay with talking about this with me, then sure, I’d love to help,” I replied.
“Thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”
I found myself strangely aroused for the rest of that night after having talked about sex with her. I’ve always thought she was a beautiful lady, but this really changed the way I looked at her. I started looking at her as a sexual being for once; a woman with needs just like everybody else.
I had no idea what to expect after that night, but surprisingly, things went back to normal between us and she never mentioned any of this for a while. It wasn’t until one of her friends had set her up on a blind date that she would eventually bring up this adult oriented topic between us.
Two weeks had passed after Sophia started dating someone new. It was early in the evening and she was nervously preparing for her third date with him.
“So what do you think about this outfit?” she asked, modeling her new clothes for me.
“You look fantastic, very classy and elegant,” I replied.
“Thanks, but I was hoping for something a little more appealing, rather than ‘classy’, if you catch my drift. I really like him, and I think it’s time to end my dry spell,” she said with a smile.
“Oh, I know exactly what you mean. In that case, you might want to go with something a little sexier then, maybe even some of your better undergarments as well. Got anything like that in your room?”
“That’s a great idea. I may have a few things that may do the trick. Let’s head to my room, he’ll be here in an hour,” she said.