If I hadn't been so unbelievably hard and horny, I might have hesitated before joining Wren in my bed. But my need to come overrode all other thoughts. I hurried toward my friend, who was still flushed. Standing at the bedside, I was suddenly unsure. Did she really want me to climb in with her? Maybe she'd meant that I should jerk off at a safe distance.

Wren seemed to realize my uncertainty. With a playful grin, she eased the covers farther down her body. "Would you like to see what the vibrator did to my pussy?"

"God, yes!" I groaned. 

"Then get undressed."

While I stripped naked in record time, Wren sat up and pulled her dress over her head. I couldn't help but stare while she removed her bra, and she made a point of gazing at my cock. "You're big, Logan!"

I tried, and most likely failed, to hide my pleasure at her words. "Not that big. I measured it once." More than once, but she didn't need to know that. "I'm about seven and a half inches long."

Seeing her lick her lips sent a needy shudder through me. With a flourish, she tossed the covers aside to expose all of her nude body. "It's only fair that you should get to see me, too."

More than ready to take her up on that offer, I climbed onto the bed. My breathing sounded embarrassingly loud. Calm down! I told myself.

Reclining back against the bed, Wren parted her shapely legs so I could kneel between them. Her pussy was completely smooth, and I leaned forward to study her inner folds. She was slick, her flesh a deep pink. Fixing my gaze on her opening made my dick pulse. And her clit! I guessed it was really swollen from the toy's stimulation; it looked like a bud peeking out from her hood. "That is so fucking hot," I whispered.

Not the most romantic thing to say, but it made her giggle. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely."

"You can touch it if you want. I trust you."

By now, I was covered in sweat; my skin felt feverishly hot. A downward glance made me flush even more, for a strand of precum was suspended from my cockhead. 

Gingerly, I rubbed Wren's clit with a fingertip. Was it still too sensitive? I wondered.

Apparently not. Releasing a pleasured moan, she told me, "That feels good, Logan!" She began pulling at her nipples, as if unable to restrain herself. "I bet your tongue would feel even better."

I didn't need to be told twice. With an eagerness I made no attempt to conceal, I extended my tongue and swept it over her swollen pearl. She moaned even louder, urging me on. Soon, she had her fingers buried in my hair. 

"Suck on it!" she demanded. 

Damn, I loved this bossy side of her! Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked gently at first, then grew more fervent. The taste of her on my tongue made me want to rut against the bed. 

"Just like that!" Wren cried. "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me come again!" Her grip on my hair was almost painful, but I found that was something else I enjoyed. When my hips started bucking, I had to force myself to hold still. The only thing that stopped me from shooting my load at that very moment was Wren's powerful second climax. Her thighs quaked around me, and she held me fast so that my mouth was pressed firmly against her. 

I couldn't believe I'd actually made her come! Of course, I knew the vibe had done the vast majority of the work beforehand, but I counted this as a definite victory. Once she'd grown still and released her grip on me, I sat up. Though I would have loved to bask in my triumph, my dick had other plans. "Wren," I practically whimpered, "I really need to..."

She quickly nodded. "Straddle me while you jerk off."

Seconds later, I was lightly settled upon her, with my knees planted on either side of her hips. My friend's stare was riveted to my cock. I normally used lotion for this, but I wasn't about to stop in order to retrieve some now. Instead, I set about furiously masturbating. 

"Oh my God, your balls are moving!" Wren squealed. 

Her astonishment didn't slow my stroking in the least. "That means I'm really close."

Her eyes met mine. "Come all over me, Logan."

"Ah, fuck!" I needed only to gaze at her gorgeous tits, and taste her juices lingering on my tongue, to succumb to a shuddering climax. My jaw slackened as I let out a loud groan. I knew I probably looked ridiculous, but Wren didn't laugh. No, she stared up at me with a kind of wonder, as though she was only now really seeing who I was.

My cum spurted forth, striking her stomach and left tit. She shrieked, her eyes growing wide. "Ooh, there's a lot of it!"

I kept jerking off, determined to milk my cock of every drop. I even gave the tip a gentle squeeze, and Wren gasped as more semen emerged. She didn't hesitate to gather some up from her skin with a fingertip. Still trembling, I watched her bring it to her lips.

Gingerly, she licked my cum from her finger. "It's kind of salty, and it tastes... a little like cleaner? But it's not bad at all," she added. 

I wasn't quite sure how to respond. Finally, I blurted out, "I love the taste of your pussy."

Her grin eased my worry that she might think I was a total idiot. I was quick to grab some tissues, which she used to wipe the rest of my semen from her body. After I tossed them in the trash, she held out her arms. "Come here."

Tentatively, I stretched out on the bed beside my friend. Afraid my dick would soon get fully hard again, I left plenty of room between me and Wren. She pulled up the covers, cocooning us in warmth. Her vibrator rested on the mattress, within easy reach. 

"I feel so nice and relaxed," she said. Lying on her side with her back to me, she nestled closer. We ended up spooning, and I slipped an arm around her waist. "I loved doing that with you, Logan." 

Growing even braver, I planted a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you for letting me."

Her contented moan sounded vaguely sexual, which only renewed my concern about getting another hard-on. When her breathing grew deep and steady, I thought she'd dozed off. Yet she pressed her body more firmly against mine. I froze, afraid to move a muscle. 

It was Wren who took my hand and slid it between her legs. "Touch me," she whispered.

Eagerly, I resumed playing with her pussy. Wren was still nice and wet for me, and once I felt bold enough to tease her opening with a fingertip, she nodded.

I was careful, so careful, easing it inside. She released those breathy moans I loved while I inched deeper. Her hot flesh easily accepted my finger, and when she began rocking her hips, my dick almost instantly returned to its rock-hard state. Though I knew she must have felt it prodding her, she didn't seem to mind.

Holding my breath, I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her pussy. Her excited cries let me know I was doing something right, so I worked to make her feel even more amazing. I'd read about a woman's G-spot, and I now massaged her inner wall, seeking out that elusive area. My fingertip pressed upward, exerting light pressure. That stimulation was enough to make her tremble. 

I started to withdraw, fearing I'd caused her discomfort, but before I could, she turned her face toward me and said, "I want you to be my first. I'm ready."

Swallowing hard, I struggled to hide my shock. "Are you sure?" I managed to ask. 

Again, that sweet smile. "I'm sure."

Abandoning myself to all the feelings washing over me, I gave Wren a kiss. My lips were soft and undemanding against hers, for even then, I worried about doing everything right. But when our tongues touched, shyly at first, and then with more eagerness, I realized I didn't need to be so nervous. 

Once she broke the kiss, I couldn't resist lowering my lips to her right nipple. She made mewling sounds, almost pleading, while I sucked and licked that peak. It was such a pleasurable sensation, suckling her tit, and one I could have lost myself in for a little while, but Wren finally grew impatient.

Winding her fingers through my hair, she lifted my head. Our eyes met, and I saw that her stare was bright with excitement. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yes," I immediately responded. In fact, I had exactly one condom, which I'd swiped from the box in my parents' bedroom. Of course, I hadn't expected to need it so soon, and certainly not with Wren, but I figured it never hurt to be prepared. 

My dick strained out from me as I sat up and scrambled to retrieve the condom from the bedside table. My hands shook, making it difficult to open the wrapper. Wren propped herself up on an arm, watching with intense interest while I sheathed my cock. 

"Well done," she said, winking at me. "Have you been practicing?"

"I paid attention in health class," I replied with a grin. 

Moments later, I eased on top of Wren. She gazed up at me, her eyes full of both need and something like apprehension. Though I was terrified of hurting her, I tried to appear confident as I said, "I'll go slow, I promise."

My confidence quickly faltered while I fumbled between Wren's thighs, prodding her with my cockhead. Finally, I was positioned to enter her. I paused, my expression wordlessly asking: Are you ready?

Just as silently, she nodded. My muscles were taut with tension, for I wanted to be careful. I moved slowly, just as I'd promised I would, yet I saw Wren wince. With only my tip inside her, I froze. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" I said in a rush.

"No, don't stop!" She held onto me, her fingernails digging into my back. Even as I broke into a nervous sweat, I couldn't suppress a tremor of pleasure. Already, I wanted more of her. 

It was easier after that. Inch by inch, I gave her more of my cock, often pausing until she nodded for me to continue. A faint moan escaped her lips at the moment I bottomed out, and I was relieved to see her smile.

"Thank you for being so patient and gentle," she said.

Once more, that surge of affection inundated me. "Of course. I never want to hurt you, Wren."

"That's why I wanted you to be my first." Her smile widened to a grin. "Well, that's one of the reasons. You're also pretty hot."

I flashed a grin of my own. "I'm glad you think so."

"And we did it!" she exclaimed. "We're no longer virgins." Lifting her head from the pillow, she sought out my mouth for another kiss. "How do I feel?" she murmured against my lips.

"So good that I already want to come!" I confessed.

That made her laugh. "Well, you should start moving. That might make me come, too."

My thrusts started out tentative, lacking any predictable rhythm. But once I was sure I wouldn't cause Wren pain, I dared to increase my pace. All the while, I tried to control the pumping of my hips; I worried if I drove myself too deeply inside, I'd ram her cervix. 

Wren's moans followed the tempo of our lovemaking. "Ooh, that's nice!" she sighed. "You feel so big inside me!" 

Those sounds she was making, and the words she spoke, had me right on edge. I noticed that the blush on her face had spread downward to the base of her throat. Gazing upon her, I murmured, "My God, you're so beautiful."

Wren cried out, just as she had when using her toy. I was glad she was so wet; even with the condom, I was able to move effortlessly inside her. Her eyelids fluttered closed, as if she was lost in ecstasy. Seeing her in such a state made me almost giddy, and I had to remind myself not to get carried away. As gentle as I was, her breasts still lightly bounced each time I gave a measured thrust. 

It was only my intense focus on her response that enabled me to hold out for so long, but I was immediately undone by the first spasm that traveled through her body. Her muscles tightened around my cock, prompting me to let out a choked cry. Wren stared up at me, again eager to witness my orgasm as she fully surrendered to her own. While shuddering in her embrace, I felt several more of her powerful contractions. 

We exchanged tender smiles before I turned all my attention to carefully pulling out. As I discarded the condom in the wastebasket, she pressed a hand to her chest, still catching her breath. "You made me come! I wasn't even sure I could have a vaginal orgasm. Some women can't, you know."

I did not know, but rather than admit my ignorance, I merely said, "I'm glad I made you feel good." Lying down at her side again, I gathered her in my arms. Following another kiss, I added, "And just so you know, I'd love to keep pleasing you in any way I can, whenever I can."

Wren brought her lips close to my ear, then whispered words I never dreamed I'd hear from her: "In that case, Logan, I think we should be more than friends."