I had known Annie for a while in my circle of friends. We had both been single for a while and had often been the speculation amongst frieds as to whether or not we were fucking. As it happens we weren’t, but we had joked about it as well a couple of times and were often very flirty. Randomly I was at her house last Tuesday, helping her fit a new washing machine. The obvious joke was made about it being like some cheesy porn scenario and amidst the laughter she asked how come it was we had never hooked up. The awkwardness settled down and I looked her over as I tidied up. About 5 ft 10, she is slim figured, a size 10 and in good shape, small chested (by her own admission she only wore bras so that her nipples did not stand out too much in the cold!). “I guess that it is mostly because I am very private about my sex life,” I answered her honestly and she looked at me before glancing away. “Oh fair enough,” she replied a little timidly, “I can understand that.” She put the kettle on while I put my tool box back in the car. I though the conversation would have moved on, but Annie had other ideas. “You mean, you don’t like people knowing about it or that it is things that you don’t want people knowing? There was a disarming air about the conversation and I let out a short laugh, comfortable to let my guard down,”Would it be wrong if it was both?” She giggled in response. “Well now I am intrigued!” she said. She was turned away from at the counter making our coffees, “Tell me something…” “Give me a break,” I snapped back, but she persisted. “Oh go on, I won’t tell!” She looked at me handing me my mug. “Tell me something like… when did you last come?” “Last night,” I answered, my heart rate rising somewhat, “And you?” “This morning,” she said, blushing, “on my own!” I laughed it off, “Me too!” both are faces were reddened now, but we carried on, seated at her kitchen table sipping on our coffee. “No shame in that,” she added and offered her mug up a little. I was not sure where the conversation would go next, but she decided to fill in some details, “I woke up and rolled over, my hand landed on my vibrator,” she said calmly, not embarrassed, but not meeting my eyes either. “I wasn’t horny at that point, but I felt compelled to use it!” Looking at her it was then that I noticed she as not wearing a bra, her nipples pointed out proudly and my cock stirred. “See,” she said, “fun to share, but definitely something that I would not want people to know about!” she sipped her drink, “So what got you in the mood to come last night?” I looked at her, the eye to eye contact gave me some confidence. “I got sent a link to some porn.” “Oh, cool what was it?” and I hesitated, “Oooh, was it ‘specialist?’” “It was shemales,” I replied tentatively and she stayed quiet which I took as hint to elaborate as she had for me, “lots of oral, lots of rimming!” she let out an approving ‘mmmm’ “You like rimming?” she asked and naturally it was a yes. “I have never done it,” and she paused for a while before carrying on. She said, “I have not had much experience there.” Our eyes were locked now as we both knew how ‘there’ meant anal. My hert was racing ad my cock was hard now, pulsing in my jeans. “Have you?” she asked and my mouth was so dry. “I have,’ I answered through a dry cough. “Is it okay that I am horny?” “Yes,” I said quickly, “it seems only fair, haha!” “Do you come everyday?” “Pretty much,” I said, “You?” “On average, I guess so, but I will got without for a few days sometimes and then make up for it like come kind of binge-comer!” “That sounds good,” I said my eyes drawing to her nipples again, her chest was rising and falling with her deeper breaths so that they really caught my eye. “Wanna come now?” she said it with no shyness, her tone making it not entirely sound like a question, I decided to play on that with my reply. “Don’t let me stop you,” I said and we just stared at each other. She held that look with as she slid her hands down out of sight and with a lift up of her body and then a lean forward she soon came back upright, putting her jeans across the table. “Oh wow,” I said quietly as the chair next to her shifted as she spread her legs on her seat. “I am so wet, Harry, oh god.” Her words trailed off as she closed her eyes and her head rolled back. “What are you thinking about?” I asked and she could only moan at first. Her eyes stayed closed and I ventured a guess, “Rimming?” and she moaned what I took to be an affirmative. “So no one has licked it then?” “Nooo,” she moaned. “Fingered?” and se moaned a yes. “Mmmm nice,” I told her, “And the obvious question.. have you been fucked there?” “Uhuh,” she breathed out with the word, ”Dan, my ex!” “Like it?” “Mmmmmm, yes, but he never did it again.” Talk stopped then as she gasped and with some frantic action from her arm, she came, her teeth clamping on her bottom lip as it spasmed through her body. Her breathing took a while to subside and when she finally looked back at me her face was deep red and sweaty. “Oh my god, that was hot!” she said, “I did not know how horny I was!” she resumed looking me in the eye, my heart still racing and my rock hard. “Are you going to wank as well?” “I had not thought that far ahead,” I lied. “I think you should,” Annie said, “that way we both have something to not tell anyone!” I looked at her and she smiled, “Go on, slip them off, like I did… go for it!” I undid my belt and jeans and got them down to my ankles so I cold open my legs and stroke my cock. I wanked it slowly while she spoke now. “So what are you thinking about I wonder… maybe my wet pussy,” she teased, “or maybe my vibrator! Hehe” I moaned as I tugged, I was not going to last long. “Or maybe the shemales!” she said, “yes, rimming shemales!” My breathing stepped up a gear and under the table I felt her hand on my knee, “Oh fuck, Harry, come, fucking come!” Her fingers dug in as my orgasm swelled up in me and I shot my load under the table. I cried out as I came and as it calmed down I realised that she was moaning also having just come again too. We sat in silence for a while as we clamed down and we realised how we were both sat in her kitchen naked from the waist down for the sake of argument. Fro some reason neither of us were saying or doing anything and so we just looked in each others eyes again and I was surprised at myself as I felt the tension increase. Soon our look turned into a smile for each of us and I found that my eyes drifted away again to her nipples. I could not help but smile broadly when I felt my cock twitch between my legs. “That was hot,” I said as I closed my fist around my cock, peeling back my foreskin over my sticky helmet. “It was,” she said trying to contain her smile, “Will you maybe close your eyes while I get up?” “You going somewhere then?” and she gasped slightly as she caught up with the glint in my eye. “Oh, Harry!” she whimpered and I stood up my cock poking out form under my tee shirt. She looked at it I saw an approving look on her face. “Get up,” I said and held her hand as she rose pushing the seat back. I pulled her to me and my hand rested easily the lower half of her arse, exposed form under her tee shirt. I grabbed it in my hand as I kissed her passionately on the lips. She returned the snog and then I moved her back instinct guiding her to rest her bum on the table edge and then hoist herself onto it. While she did that, I crouched down to my jeans and pulled my wallet out. The condom was torn open and being rolled in the usual record time for these situations. I turned back to her to find my cock lined up perfectly to slide into her. She gasped as I pushed in and so did I. She was hot and wet, but I was not expecting her to be as tight as she was. Not that I was complaining. She took me all in until out pubes ground together. She was coming as I fucked her, not heavily, but enough to have her writhing on the table there as she let out long soft moans. After a couple of minutes of slow deep strokes I let go and banged my cock into her. I was surprised at how she gasped out loud now and then almost wailed as she pressed her fingers to her clit. She was manic now as I fucked her harder and getting so close. “Pull it out,” she growled between breaths, “come on me!” “What?” I asked, not sure I had heard her. “God, fucking spunk on me, give it to me!” It was the last encouragement I needed, I half stepped back and slid from her and in the same motion pulled my condom away. My cock felt as hot as fire as I pulled it and then, aiming up her body, let fly with a long squirt of jizz that instantly darkened her tee shirt. I am always aware of how much less I produce on a second load like today, but I was quietly proud of how much come I managed to put on the small mounds of her tits and stomach. I pulled up for a kiss and this time we hugged where she sat on the table, our heaving chest pushing each other back and forth. “See,” she near whispered, “certain things that maybe we don’t want everyone knowing. “Oh yes, I get it,” I said. “I love getting spunked on like that,” she carried on, “was that okay?” “Oh yes,” I repeated in the same tone, smiling. “Oh good,” she said, “because if we can be good at keeping secrets, I think we can have some great fun!” It did not take long at all for me to agree and after a quick awkward maneuver to make ourselves decent we had another coffee. We talked about being pals and how we both happy with keeping it at that level and discreetly so. That said, I did not go home until eleven o’clock that night having fucked a few more times!