I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well-proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She absolutely rocked a swimsuit. She didn't know that I had fantasized about getting her in bed.
Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Her nickname was Binny, but as she grew older, only her mother and a few long-time friends called her that.
Belinda and I had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman. I wasn't surprised. Even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade.
We had both been away at school, so we hadn't seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.
We were both home on break and Belinda was hanging out at my house. Periodically, I would glance at her. When she caught me, she would smile, blush, and look away.
"Belinda, why do you look away from me?" I asked, pretending I didn't know that this is often a signal.
Belinda blushed. "Well, I-"
"Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Maybe a bit."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just keep noticing how beautiful you are."
Belinda turned red. "Thank you," she muttered softly. She seemed nonplussed by the compliment. She had always seemed a bit uncomfortable with compliments.
"I mean it. You're a very attractive woman." Belinda smiled.
"Thank you," she said again. I sat next to her. Belinda shifted slightly. She looked down and twirled her hair.
I looked Belinda directly in the eye. She smiled again and licked her lips. I moved closer to her.
"Look at me, Belinda," I said. She picked up her pretty head and stared at my lips.
"Is this uncomfortable for you?"
"Maybe a little," she said.
"I'm sorry. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. It's me, your old friend. We've been friends for around fifteen years. Since first grade. We grew up together. You can trust me." Belinda nodded. She slid a little closer to me. I put my arm behind her. She put her head on my arm.
"I know," Belinda said softly. "It's just-"
"Just what?"
"Most guys...want something."
"What?"
"They want..." Her voice trailed off. She barely got the next words out. "...to sleep with me."
"I can understand that," I said. She gave me a puzzled, slightly irritated look. "You're a beautiful woman. Inside and out."
"You said that. Thank you." Belinda smiled again. She was almost in tears. "But I think that's all they want. Just my body. Not me."
"I understand," I said quietly.
Her head was on my shoulder. "You're my best friend," Belinda said. "I know you're not like that. You wouldn't take advantage of me."
"Of course," I said. "I mean, I am attracted to you, but I'm not that kind of guy. Besides, there's so much more to you than that beautiful body." I reached over and gave her a hug. She hugged me tightly.
"Thank you," Belinda said. She licked her lips. She twirled her hair. Suddenly, Belinda took her glasses off. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" said Belinda.
"Why would I mind?" I asked. I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. I leaned forward, took her face in my hands, and gave my old friend a good, strong kiss. She responded by sitting up and returning the kiss. Her eyes twinkled.
"I like that," Belinda said. "I like that a lot. You're a good kisser," she said.
"Thank you," I replied. Belinda moved closer until our bodies touched each other, and she gave me a long kiss.
"This is nice," she said. I put my arm around her. Belinda snuggled up next to me, her hand on my leg. She squeezed it slightly. I kissed the back of her neck. It seems that startled her. She jumped and moaned.
"What are you doing?" Belinda said in a surprised tone.
"Binny, look at me." She looked me in the eye. "Do you trust me?"
"Well...yeah...I think so. You're my best friend."
"Yes," I said. "We've been friends for a long time."
"I think since we were six," Belinda said.
"I admit I had kind of a crush on you even then," I said. Belinda smiled. I gently moved my hand to Belinda's boob. She shifted in her seat.
"What are you doing?" she said, not in a stern or angry way.
"You seem nervous, Binny," I said. "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Uh, sure."
"Have you ever had sex?"
"No," Belinda said softly, with a touch of sadness in her voice.
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? I admit, I'm surprised."
"Like I said, these guys only seem to see my body."
"And a beautiful body it is," I said.
"Thank you," said Belinda, blushing again. "I just don't want to be some sex object. I want it to be special. I want it to be with someone who likes me for me, not for my body."
"Not just for your body," I said.
"Right," said Belinda. "I mean, I want it to happen with someone who cares about me, who cares that I'm taken care of."
"Of course," I said. "You deserve that." Belinda looked at me and smiled.
"Would you like to?"
"What?"
"Have sex. Would you like to have sex?"
"Uh, I...I don't know," Belinda replied. "Maybe."
"I love that answer," I said. "It's beautifully honest. One of the many beautiful things about you."
Belinda smiled. She put her head down. "Thank you," she said softly.
"I'll tell you what. Why don't we go with it? When you want to stop, we'll stop. If you don't want to do something, just say no. I won't push it. OK?"
"OK," she said tentatively.
"Come kiss me again," I said. Belinda hit me with a fervent kiss. Her mouth was wide open. I kissed her open mouth and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She giggled. We kissed hard and long. I put my arms around her. I undid her bra.