My Best Friend Katie Pt. 01

"This place is amazing," Katie said as she slipped between two narrow bookcases. "I mean, look at these old maps, I could spend days in here."

"We've got a week," I said, "we actually could." We moved to another bookshelf, looking at books about gardening (boring) and another shelf containing books about cars (also boring). The sun was starting to march across the western sky, and long shadows filled the second floor of the book store.

"So what were you smirking about, before our moms came into the ice cream place?" Katie asked as she slipped a book back into its place on the shelf. "You looked like you had an idea of some kind. Perhaps you'd like to share?" She stepped closer to me, so that there was less than an inch between us. I was about eight inches taller than her, so her head was upturned to mine; her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"Nothing," I said. She playfully stood on her toes to reach my eyes directly.

"Hmm, I don't buy it," she said in a whisper. She turned, reaching up for a book behind me. I stared at her ass as she stretched, and realized I was getting aroused again. I tried to will myself dormant, to avoid another spontaneous climax. It would be harder to conceal out in public. "Ooooh, look at this one," she said, pulling a medium sized book down and opening it. My eyes widened. It was a book about photography, but the subject matter was bikini-clad women from the 1960s.

"I love these old-style bathing suits," she said, turning pages as she propped the book against the bookshelf. "Look at this one," she said, pointing to a long-hair brunette with curvy hips and enormous breasts. Katie and I had looked at her dad's playboys and things like that before, joking around. It seemed different now that Katie was my girlfriend. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to say anything, when she suddenly prodded me gently and said "lost, Jimmy? I was asking you what you thought. Or do you prefer this one?"

Katie flipped a few pages and found a blond with very large breasts, sporting the smallest bikini I had seen. I tried to keep my expression neutral, and she laughed.

"Come on, your honest opinion," she chided.

"Katie," I began, but she giggled, snapping the book shut and setting it on the bookshelf next to her.

"Admit it," she said, "you're just like every other guy out there. The bigger the chest, the better." I couldn't tell if she was mad or not. I looked at her, her face set it determination, just as it was when she took off her top. And that was when it hit me; it was then that I finally made the connection with the hurt look on her face from class a few days ago.

"Katie," I said tentatively. "If you're worried about...about your breasts. You don't need to think twice about it. I mean, they are amazing."

She blushed, then laughed quietly. "You're just saying that," she said with a sheepish grin.

"No. They are amazing, trust me. Besides, I don't go for the huge breasts thing."

"A butt man, huh?" she said playfully. "How do I compare?"

"Isn't it obvious," I said, thinking of my unannounced climax from earlier in the day.

"No," she said, laughing.

"Katie, all I can say is that you are perfect. You have the perfect body, the best smile. But it's more than that. You're perfect for me. We've been friends for so long, it took looking past that to realize that you are it."

Katie stepped up on her tip toes and kissed me. I pulled her closer to me, so that our bodies were pressed together. I was aroused as much as I had been that morning, and I was worried about losing it again, but I kissed her anyway. She kissed me back, her arms wrapping around my neck. We fell backward a bit, her back landing gently on the bookshelf, supporting her. Katie pressed herself closer, lifting her leg and pressing herself even closer to me. I ran one hand up her exposed thigh, savoring its smoothness. She slipped her tongue into my mouth as my hand moved all the way along her leg and had now cupped her ass. I squeezed it gently, our tongues exploring each other, when I realized she was slowly pressing herself against my thigh. Her right leg was raised and almost wrapped around me, and I felt her muscles contract as she pressed herself against me again and again. I was on fire, expecting to climax in my pants again at any minute, trying to keep control as my other hand slowly traced up her stomach. I was an inch from her breast, my hand on her ass pulling her closer to me each time she pressed against me. I was about to place my hand on her breast when we both heard an "ahem," behind us.

In a split second we had disentangled from each other. Katie took a step away from me and smoothed out her dress. Her face was flush and small beads of sweat were forming on her neck. I was as erect as I ever had been, on the verge of losing it. We looked at the store owner, who had just come up the stairs and caught us.

"I thought you two were up to no good," she said sullenly. Katie picked up the book, muttered a low "sorry" to the woman, then proceeded downstairs. I followed Katie, and the owner followed me, giving both of us reproachful looks. When we reached the cash register, Katie set the book down and said "I'd like to buy this, ma'am."

The woman frowned at her. Clearly, she was debating the book sale, or the satisfaction of throwing us out for making out in the bookshelves. Money seemed to win the debate, and she grudgingly took Katie's money and put the book in a small bag for us. On the way out, Katie turned and said "we love your store, by the way." When we got a few stores down the street, we both burst into laughter.

"I thought we were toast," I said, grinning. I could still feel blood rushing through my ears. Katie looked flush, too. She ran her fingers through her hair, looking around the street.

"Well, now what do we do?" she asked. Our physical arousal was still evident, although probably only to me and Katie. I blushed, she grinned. Then, without speaking, we started walking down the road toward the hotel. The sun was getting low in the sky, it's shape and size distorted in the evening air. We walked a few blocks toward the hotel. We were supposed to meet our parents for dinner. Neither Katie nor I spoke for a while, until we got close to the hotel.

"That, back there in the book store, was awesome, Jimmy," she said with a smile. I grinned back, both of us blushing.

Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Katie and I sat on opposite sides of the table, omitting the fun parts of our day as we relayed our exploration of the island to our parents. Our dads had gone boating, and were planning on taking our moms as well. Katie expertly got us out of it. Our parents were thrilled, as always, that we were willing to entertain ourselves. I spent the entire dinner thinking about Katie, and about how she felt in my arms. I realized that I was getting an erection again, and looked up from my plate to see Katie smiling devilishly at me, raising her eyebrows for a second before asking her dad a question about their boat trip. I wanted nothing more that to kiss her again, to hold her in my arms, but instead we were pretending like nothing had happened. I was fine with this, because I suspected our parents would not be so keen to leave us unsupervised once they figured out we were now much more than best friends.

"How smart am I, getting us out of that boring boating trip? Like I want to watch my dad fish," she said when we were back in our room. I was sitting on my bed, already in my pajamas. Katie had just emerged from the bathroom, wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms. She was brushing her hair as she walked over to her bed. "And now, we have the whole day to ourselves tomorrow," she said as she sat down next to me. It was late, and our parents were already in bed, and Katie was sitting very, very close to me. She nudged closer, grinning. I wasn't sure what to do. Sure, we had made out twice that day. Sure, she had taken off her top, causing me to climax in my pants. But, as far as I knew, Katie was committed to maintaining her virginity as long as possible. Still, I thought, there were plenty of things we could do. And with that, I leaned in to kiss her, resting my hand on her thigh. Katie leaned forward, almost pushing me back with the force of her kiss. My hands found her waist, and I pulled her toward me gently.

Katie stood up, making sure the door was shut, then straddled my leg. Her warm thighs were on either side of me, and she bent down to kiss me as I half-sat, half-laid on the bed. My hands quickly found her ass, gently holding her while she started to rock back and forth along my leg. It only took a few seconds for me to register that Katie was grinding herself against my leg like she had at the book store. Now that she was sitting on my thigh, she had complete control of the rhythm, and was steadily rocking, grinding against me. I sat up more, pressing myself closer to her, one hand finding her left breast and gently squeezing her areola. She gasped, almost inaudibly, as she rocked against me faster, now almost gliding against me as she started to shudder against my thigh, and Katie had an orgasm. She was quiet through it, but threw her head back, grinding even harder as her whole body shook. She kept grinding, arching her back a second time as she climaxed again. Her body hung limp for a moment as she took shallow breaths, her eyes locked on mine. And then, without warning, she straightened up, looking at me with a fiery look in her eyes, and repositioned herself slightly. She pressed her knee, gently, slowly, against my erect penis. She pressed it there, watching my facial expressions, as she slowly rode my thigh again. This time she rode deliberately, reaching a third orgasm as she gently pressed, repeatedly, against my penis. She reached a fourth orgasm, falling forward a little bit, and pressed her knee against me one last time as I climaxed in my pants again. My erect penis pulsed against her knee as I ejaculated, my pants quickly filling with hot semen. She smiled, her hair tussled and beads of sweat forming on her neck.

Katie said up, and laughed quietly before leaning in to kiss me once more. She stood up, surveying the wet mess that used to be my pajama pants.

"You better clean up, Jimmy," she said. She smiled, and shooed me toward the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes, cleaning my still-tender penis with care. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm-so much better than with my hand!-or how easily she herself climaxed. I had always heard that it took girls forever to have an orgasm, but Katie was proof that the myth wasn't true. When I emerged from the bathroom with a new set of pajama bottoms, the lights were off and only the moonlight shone through the window. My heart sank, as I wanted to kiss Katie goodnight, until I realized she was in my bed, not hers.

"Come here," she said sweetly, making room for me. It was a cramped single bed, but we managed to snuggle close to make room for each other.

Chapter 3

It was only when the sun pierced my eyelids that I realized Katie was still in my bed. "Shit," she muttered, waking with me. She leapt out of my bed and into hers. I watched in amazement as her perfectly toned butt flexed as she rocketed into her bed. Her timing was perfect, as a few seconds later my mom knocked on the door, coming to wake us.

"Wake up, you two," my mom chimed as she entered the room, Katie's mom right behind her. "We're taking off early for the boat, so you're on your own for breakfast and lunch."

"We'll be back around four o'clock," Katie's mom said. "I trust you two can find some things to do while we're gone?"

"Oh, yeah," Katie said, stretching slowly. "We've got more window shopping to do, and we'll probably hit the beach."

"Great, we've left some money for you two to grab some breakfast and lunch. Have a good time, you two," My mom said, leaving the room. Katie waited a few moments before looking at me and grinning. She stood up, walking over to the french doors that led out to the balcony. She opened them both, stepping out and watching the surf. I lay in bed, watching her. She turned to look at me, and started to grin and blush again. She stepped back into our room, letting the warm ocean breeze fill the room behind her. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband, nonchalantly tugging her pajama bottoms lower, exposing more skin. I sat, transfixed, my erection throbbing in my pajama pants. Katie picked up the phone and ordered breakfast, then turned to look at me.

"Are you going to sit in bed all day?" she asked with a small laugh.

"I can't get up," I said. It was true. Standing up would reveal my erection, which was threatening to form a tent in my pajama pants as it was.

"Ah," she said, surveying me. "You know, you do that all the time, it's hard not to notice. It's too bad," she said, and peeled off her tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath; once again I was treated to the sight of her bare breasts. Every part of my body took notice of the display, and my face was flush within seconds. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband, nudging her waistband even lower. It was clear she wasn't wearing any underwear, because each movement of her hands exposed skin and nothing else.

"Come on," she said, "stand up." She did a little spin. Then, with her back to me, she peeled off her pajama bottoms so that they fell by her knees. Her exquisite ass was so perfect and round that I wanted to climax in my pants right then. Deep dimples ran down the small of her back, and I realized that this was a view I could never tire of. She began to turn around. My eyes widened as she turned around to face me. Katie kept a neat triangle of black pubic hair, unlike most of the pictures of girls that I had seen online. I had to admit, I liked the bush. It wasn't out of control, and it was very sexy. She stood there, with her hands on her hips, and laughed.

"Well," she said. I grinned, blushing even more, and stood up. I figured it was only fair to share. I took off my shirt, then awkwardly stepped out of my pants and boxers. It was a difficult operation, but when I finally stood up I because very self conscious of my penis. It was erect, pulsing gently, and an angry shade of red. I was embarrassed. Would it be the right size? Like every other boy I had measured myself from every possible angle, but Katie's mental measure was what was going to make or break me.

"I've never seen one before," she said, staring at my penis. I was staring too, dumbstruck. She stepped forward, kissing me. As I kissed her back she moved closer, until my penis poked her in the stomach.

"Oh," she said, surprised. "I forgot," she added. I blushed even more, but she kissed me again, pressing her body against mine. I cupped her ass gently. Were we actually going to do it? I didn't know. Katie seemed to be calling all the shots, and the shots so far had been very agreeable. She pressed against me even more. The sound of the waves flooded the room. Katie started to rub against my leg, and at the same time slid her hand down my chest.

"You know I want to wait, right?" she said in a small voice. I nodded. "But still," she said, "that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." Her hand slid further down and wrapped around my penis. I gasped, and she giggled, stroking me gently. I had stroked myself hundreds or thousands of times, but the feeling of Katie's hand was unlike any of my own sessions. Katie's move had given me an idea. I took one hand off her ass and slid it over her labia, feeling her wetness. She gasped, and her movements became uneven as I stroked her labia. I was so close to orgasm, that any second I was going to. Katie seemed close too, her breathing ragged and her heart racing. One or two more strokes, I could feel pressure building.

And then we heard a knock at the door.

"Crap," Katie said, letting go of me. The pressure was almost painful, but also pleasurable. She too looked flush, sweat running down her stomach. She took several deep breaths, calming herself down before throwing on a robe.

"I'll be right back, can you set us up at the balcony table?" she said sweetly before disappearing. When she returned, she was carrying a tray laden with food. I wasn't sure if we were going to pick up where we left off, but she set the food on the table and beckoned me over. I pulled my pajama pants on with difficulty before joining her.

"Don't look so disappointed," she said. "I mean, if you think about it, you've gotten to see a naked girl, and she put her hands on you. Not bad, in my book. Besides, we've got a whole day to ourselves." She looked at my face, studying my mood, then smiled. She took a piece of toast and bit into it. She looked at me as she chewed, then when she swallowed, she added, "what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," I said, trying not to sulk. What I really wanted was to finish what we had started. She frowned slightly, clearing thinking of the best thing to say. She took a sip of her orange juice, then set it down, before speaking.

"Jimmy, I don't want this relationship to be nothing but a string of groping. We've been friends forever, and I don't want to ruin that. Now, just because we were interrupted by the breakfast delivery, doesn't mean the fun is over. But," she added, stopping me before I said anything, "I also like the spontaneity. So why don't we head out today and see what the day has in store for us."

"You're right, I didn't mean to sulk. Let's go down to the beach, then grab some lunch. My dad said there's a neat place down the beach that has tables right on the sand," I said.

"I like that plan," she said. "Besides, even though we might be banned from that bookstore doesn't mean there aren't more hiding places on this island."

I grinned, taking a bite out of my breakfast. My appetite had returned.

A short while later we were walking down the beach holding hands. I was trying to keep my erection upright so it didn't poke outward. Katie wore a small black bikini that I had never seen before. As we walked we people watched and laughed, deeming the water too cold to swim that early in the day. We walked for about half and hour before testing the water again. We braved it, taking our time getting in. There were a lot of people in the water, and we swam a little bit away from the crowd. When we were far enough away, Katie swam close to me and kissed me. We were soon tangled in a wet embrace, the gentle waves buffeting us in the water. My erection was pressed right against her labia, our swimsuits the only thing keeping us apart. We pressed against each other, each of us panting. I had my hands cupped on her ass, and quickly slid my hands under her bikini bottom, cupping her bare butt. She panted, pressing against me. We were both close again, when we heard a woman's voice nearby.

"Do you two mind? There are kids swimming on this beach." It was a woman in her forties or fifties, eyeing us with disdain. We broke apart, blushing and grinning. We made our way out of the water, each of us embarrassed and annoyed.

"I was so close," she muttered, "if that old lady hadn't opened her mouth."

"What now," I asked. "We could always head back to our hotel; no pressure, of course."

"That's one option, but I have another one," she said with a grin, and took my hand. We kept walking, back to our hotel. We reached the room, and she quickly stripped off her bikini. I took off my clothes, and began to pull her toward me, when she resisted gently.

"No, get dressed. I have an idea. Trust me, it will be worth it," she said. She put some jeans and a tank top, and I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and minutes later we were out strolling the streets. We passed the same bookstore from before, and she grinned sheepishly at the owner, who was standing outside of the store and glaring at us. We walked a bit further, holding hands and knowing our parents were on a boat somewhere. Katie led me into the vintage clothing store we saw earlier. Like the bookstore, it was a converted house that was full of racks of old clothes. It was empty, except for a college-age student type who ran the register. She was reading a gossip magazine and didn't even look up when we walked in.