Alicia was, by far, the bitchiest of my little sister’s friends. Growing up, I don’t think I had ever seen her not pouting or rolling her eyes. She seemed to have contempt for the whole world.
The thing was, bitchiness was a look that really worked for her. She was dazzlingly pretty, with her Cupid bow lips and her little slightly upturned nose and large captivating eyes. Well, that and her tits. I made a point not to stare, after all, she was two years younger than me, but there was one summer when she really filled out and I certainly noticed.
I hadn’t thought about her for years, but the image of her, narrowed eyes and a scowl, came rushing back when my sister texted me. “Do you remember my friend Alicia? She just moved to your city. I gave her your number since she doesn’t know many people around there.”
I wondered what Alicia might look like. Two years didn’t mean as much when you were both in your twenties. After a week with no word from her, I forgot all about it, until one evening she randomly texted me. “It’s your sister’s friend Alicia. I’m in your city. It’s boring. Is there anything fun to do in this place?”
I tried to think of fun things to do. It was a big city with lots of exciting places to explore. I made a little list of museums, restaurants, and bars. She didn’t reply for a few days.
The next Saturday she wrote, “all of that sounds boring, do you want to hang out? I have to pick something up tomorrow, over where your sister said you live.”
“Sure, drop by any time,” I wrote and sent her my address.
I was surprised when my doorbell rang at 11 the next morning. Standing at my door was a slightly taller, slightly curvier version of the bratty girl who had grown up in my periphery. She had shoulder-length, very straight brown hair with blondish highlights. Her outfit was a short but very fashionable little black dress that clung to her hourglass shape, and a short black jacket over it.
She seemed both annoyed and nervous. She fidgeted and pouted as I opened the door and let her in. She walked in holding her pocketbook close to her chest, looking around at my apartment with a mix of curiosity and judgment.
“Hug?” I asked and she considered it, then came in for a very awkward hug, touching as little of my body as she could. Her smile seemed to barely hide her contempt. I wondered what the hell she was doing in my apartment.
I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was freshly shaved and my hair was parted neatly, but I was in gray sweatpants and an a-shirt.
“Welcome to the city,” I said, giving her a brief tour of my small, but well-decorated apartment. She raised an impressed eyebrow at the exposed brick wall, the big television, some of the art on the walls.
“Coffee?” I offered, pouring myself a cup. She rolled her eyes. “No. I only drink it iced.”
“It’s been a while. I didn’t know you moved to the city. How are you finding it?”
She sighed and took a deep breath. “Listen, I’m going to get right to it, okay. You went out with Chrissy last summer, right?”
I thought back at my summer fling with the preppy, wholesome, always chipper Chrissy. We had a lot of fun and she turned out to be a lot less wholesome than I thought, but she went off to Mount Holyoke and we parted as friends.
“Yes. Is she okay?” Alicia’s eyebrows furled. “What? I don’t know. I guess. Who cares? Anyway, we had this group chat and she was talking about you or whatever.”
I nodded, though I had no idea what she was talking about. Alicia gritted her teeth, looking at me like I was an idiot for not knowing what she was talking about.
“So, she was a little drunk and she wrote that you were, like, obsessed with eating her pussy. Like, it was the only thing you wanted to do.”
I was struck silent. My brain squirmed trying to figure out what she was getting at. I sort of nodded. “Well, not the only thing, but it’s pretty high up on the list, yeah, I guess. She was pretty into it too.”
Alicia’s eyes widened expectantly. I didn’t know what she wanted me to say.
“And when I used to come over your house, when we were in high school, you were always, like, staring at my tits and drooling over me.”
Was she asking me to eat her pussy? Was she asking me to eat her pussy while also being a huge bitch? My brain tried to process that concept.
“I guess I did. You had nice tits. I mean, you have nice tits. They seem nicer, actually.”
Alicia let out a long annoyed sigh, but she pushed her chest out a bit as she did. Her dress was somewhat low cut and the effect was dazzling.
“True, but also you were gross. Now that you’ve graduated and have a job and fixed your hair, I guess you are less gross. Anyway, I’m not here to chit chat, Dan, I’m here to get my pussy eaten. One, are you down? Two, can you not make it weird? Three, can you not try to fuck me immediately if we do this?”
I took a sip of my coffee. I wondered if she could see my erection through my sweatpants.
“Do I get to see your tits?” I asked. She, very predictably, rolled her eyes again.
“I guess, if you don’t let them ruin your focus.”
I finished my coffee and washed my mug. “Okay, sounds good. Right now?” She nodded.
“Couch or bedroom?” For the first time, Alicia looked a little unsure of herself. She talked a big game, but when confronted with action, she looked like she used up her confidence for the moment.
“Um, the couch,” she said, putting down her bag and jacket.
I shrugged and walked over to my couch. I moved around the pillows, making plenty of room for her. Then I knelt down on the floor in front of the couch. “Like this?” I asked.
She swallowed and nodded. “Whatever, I guess that’s fine.” She took a deep breath and walked over, stepping around me and sitting down on the couch in front of me.
Now, eating pussy was one of my favorite things in the world. I liked lots of other sexual activities, but next to good old-fashioned fucking, giving oral sex was probably my number one thing. Randomly being offered the opportunity to do so to a random hot girl who I sort of had a crush on, who was being a little mean about it, hit a variety of buttons.
As she sat back, I put my hands on her knees. She bit her bottom lip and her eyes widened. The contempt had disappeared for the moment and she looked both nervous and wanton. She was breathing heavier.
I leaned forward and pushed her dress up a little. I kissed her bare knee and her breath caught. I kissed up her inner thigh and her eyes fluttered and closed. It was really happening. I pushed her dress up more and her legs spread for me.
She moved forward a little and I realized she wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. I gasped and she smiled. “Why would I wear panties? I knew you would go down on me. You’ve been wanting to since I was having sleepovers with your sister, haven’t you?”
I felt my cheeks flush, but I kept going, I kept kissing up her inner thigh, moving to the very top of her leg. She let out the smallest little whimper and I felt my cock throb with need.
Her hips rose up a little and I pulled away. “You said tits, let’s see before we go any further,” I said, trying to not sound desperate, but probably failing. She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Fine, whatever. Unbutton me then,” she said, looking down at the large buttons that trailed down the front of her dress.
I started from the bottom. She watched me intently. Her thighs were thick and I felt a groan of need escape my lips. Her pussy was shaved bare and there was a triangle of lighter skin where her bikini line was.
Her hips swelled out dramatically, then narrowed a bit at her waist. She had a perfect little belly and a little gold ring at her navel. Another few buttons and her dress opened up completely, revealing a frilly black and red bra.
Her tits were somehow bigger than I expected. Her well-made dress camouflaged them. She rose up a bit and shrugged off the dress. Her hot skin was a smooth even tan, except for her bikini lines. I reached behind her and felt for the metal hooks of her bra. I snapped my finger against them and it opened.
In that position, my mouth was near her neck and I kissed it. She moaned a little and I sucked and kissed just under her ear as I pulled her bra off. When I pulled back I was looking into her eyes. They looked drugged, unfocused, full of lust.
Her lips were full and pouting and I moved forward to kiss her. Her eyes opened and her hands went up and pushed my chest.
“Ew, what are you doing? I said you could see my tits, not kiss me. You are only kissing one thing, now get to it,” she said, putting her hand on the top of my head and pushing it down.
Her tits were magnificent. I tried to photograph them in my mind as I passed them. Large, pert, with big round pink nipples. I wanted to touch them, suck them, enjoy them, but I had a job to do.