Accidental Nudity

I was at a party a few months into my sophomore year. As usual, I was standing in a corner, occasionally talking to some of my girlfriends. I had been nursing a rum and coke for over an hour, not exactly being a big drinker. As is my habit, I scanned the room looking for hot guys. And when I'd see a guy who I thought looked good, I'd imagine him locking eyes with me, smiling, and coming over to talk to me. Then he'd tell me how hot I am, take my hand, and lead me to a bedroom. Once the door was closed, he'd softly kiss me. Then he'd slip his tongue in my mouth as his hand moved up to my breast. He'd give a gentle squeeze, then a more forceful squeeze. My moaning would encourage him. Next, he'd put his hand under my t-shirt, squeezing my breast through my bra and then squeezing my nipple. I'd hold my arms straight in the air as I said, "take it off."

He'd pull off my shirt and then quickly remove my bra. He'd compliment my C-cup tits - perhaps my best feature - before putting one hand on my breast as he moved his mouth to mine for a more passionate kiss. When he moved his mouth to my nipple, I'd groan. My panties would be soaking, and I could only think of one thing.

"Fuck me," I'd say.

I could picture him smiling as he ripped off the rest of my clothes, followed by his own. His dick would be the perfect size - not too big and not too small. As I crawled on the bed and spread my legs, he'd get on top and gently slide his dick all the way in. He'd slowly pump in and out until I told him to speed up. He'd continue until I started my giant orgasm, and then he'd fill my pussy with hot cum. He'd tell me I was the best fuck he ever had, and then we'd cuddle for a while before heading back to the party.

Of course, in reality, we all know that after he fucked me, instead of cuddling, he'd be more likely to say, "Thanks. But I gotta get back downstairs. There are lots of other girls to fuck. Don't take too long getting dressed."

I actually let out a short chuckle, as if this scenario would ever happen. First, hot guys don't choose me when there are lots of women around. I'm not Wicked Witch of the West ugly, but I'm also not runway model beautiful. Second, I don't hook up. I mean, I like sex. Actually, I love sex. But I'm not a casual hook-up kind of girl. But these little fantasies are great when I'm alone in bed and the only one responsible for my orgasm.

After laughing at myself, I turned slightly to the left and looked across the room. A guy - a hot guy - was staring at me and smiling. Was he amused that I was laughing when no one else was talking to me? I looked away for a couple of seconds, but when I turned back, he was walking in my direction. Was he really walking up to me? I assumed not - he was way out of my league. But with his eyes locked on mine as he got closer and closer, heat flashed through my body.

"Hi, I'm Brandon," he said.

My mouth was dry, but I managed to reply.

"Hi. I'm Erica."

"Nice to meet you, Erica. So, I could use a good laugh. You wanna tell me what you were laughing about?"

I turned red.

"Uh, nothing special. Just thinking about something a friend told me earlier."

"Oh, I get it," he said. "You're gonna make me wait until you know me better before sharing your deep secrets, huh?"

I laughed, nervously.

"What makes you think I have secrets?" I said in my flirtiest tone.

"Everybody has secrets. Secret thoughts about people. Secret thoughts about family." Then he put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down, putting his mouth right next to my ear as he softly said, "Secret desires."

FUCK! My entire body tingled. He stood up and smiled.

"Could you use another drink?" he asked.

"Oh, I see. You think if you get me drunk, you'll find out all my secrets?"

He chuckled.

"No, just trying to see if you need anything. My mother taught me to be nice to girls and to make sure you give them what they want or need."

SHIT! If he keeps talking, I'm going to break my no hook-up rule.

"Thanks, I'm good. But feel free to get another if you want."

"Nah, I'm good, too. Plus, I don't want to leave you alone. You might run away."

We both smiled and started talking about the usual stuff when you meet someone at college - major, music, family.

After a while, he asked, "You wanna go for a walk?"

OMG. Is he going to take me to his room? He's really hot, but I'm not ready for that, I thought. Before I could reply, he continued.

"It's a nice night out. Have you been to the new Ice Cream place that opened on State Street?"

For half a second, I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. No, definitely relieved.

"No, I haven't. But sounds good. Let me tell my friends I'm leaving."

I found one of my girlfriends and told her I was leaving. When I pointed to the Brandon, her eyes got big.

"Oh my god, Erica, he's gorgeous. Go fuck him before he gets away," she said laughing.

We walked across campus, talking easily. After getting ice cream cones, we continued walking through the quad. I never felt so comfortable on a "first date". Eventually, I told him I had to get up early the next day, so I should head home.

"Can I walk you home?" he asked.

"Yes. Thanks. I'd like that."

As we were walking, I held his hand, interlacing my fingers. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as he smiled. As we got to my apartment, I said, "This is it."

We stopped and turned toward each other.

"Thanks for a nice evening... and the yummy ice cream."

I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a short, friendly kiss on the lips.

"Can I get your number?" he asked.

I smiled as I said, "Of course." I took his phone, entered my number, and then texted myself so I had his number.

"Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?" he asked. I smiled as I nodded. I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him down for a much deeper, open mouth kiss. Brandon wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. After a minute, we broke the kiss, I said good night, and I walked into my apartment.

And thus began my love affair with Brandon Winters.

We spent a lot of time together over the next few weeks. We made out a lot and got handsy, but I waited longer than usual before sleeping with him. I wanted to sleep with him - I liked him a lot, and he was gorgeous - but, for some reason, I was afraid once we had sex, he'd have another notch in his belt and move on. The truth is, I couldn't believe this gorgeous guy, who could have any girl he wanted, was so interested in me.

One night, we were at my apartment, making out on the couch. He had his hand under my shirt on my bra, as he had many times before, gently caressing my tits. I broke the kiss and grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This isn't good," I said.

He pulled his hand out of my shirt.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I smiled at him.

"I think it would be better if you took off my clothes."

"Yeah?" he said, with a huge smile.

"Yeah."

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and slowly pulled up. I lifted my arms, and he pulled it over my head. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my hard nipple right through my bra, causing me to moan. I turned to the side, and he unclasped my bra. I turned back toward him and pulled it off my shoulders.

"Jesus, Erica, they're even better than I imagined."

"You've imagined what they looked like?" I asked with a smirk.

"Ever since I looked across the room and saw you at the party."

Brandon brought a hand up to my left breast and put his mouth on my right nipple. I wanted him so badly, I thought I might come just from his breast play. He continued working on my breasts until my panties were soaked.

"I still have some clothes on," I said.

Brandon smiled as he got off the couch and knelt in front of me. He put his hands in the waistband of my yoga pants. I lifted my butt so he could pull them down. He slowly kissed up my legs, then my thighs, and then planted a kiss on my wet panties. He pulled them to the side and licked me, causing me to whimper. I again lifted my ass as he pulled off my panties. He pulled me forward to the edge of the couch and placed one leg over each shoulder. He looked up at me and smiled before he used both thumbs to spread me wide and licked me from my taint up and over my clit. I jerked my body forward as I groaned.

He licked me like that three more times. On the next lick, instead of going over my clit, he slowly circled his tongue around my clit, never touching it. It felt wonderful, and it felt frustrating, all at the same time. A couple of times I tried to move his head a little to get his tongue directly on my button, but he managed to fight me away. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"P-L-E-A-S-E!" I softly begged.

Brandon pulled his head away, smiled at me, and then moved his head back to my pelvis. When I felt his lips around my clit and his tongue slowly flicking it, I cried out.

"YES!"

He continued licking me at the exact same pace, and the wonderful pressure was building. I was so close and couldn't decide if I wanted to stay right here - it felt so damn good - or if I was ready for the finale. Suddenly Brandon slipped a single finger into me and tapped on my G-spot.

"Oh, GOD!" I cried as I exploded like a giant volcano.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, burning with incredible bliss. With my eyes tightly shut, I only saw white. I could feel my brain pulsing with pleasure with each beat of my heart. I don't know how long this continued, but it seemed like it lasted forever.

When I finally finished, I was only half-conscious as I felt Brandon remove my legs from his shoulders. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms behind me, and gently laid his body against me as he held me tightly.

And we cuddled. Just like in my fantasy! He must have pulled off his shirt, because I felt his bare chest against mine. I'm not sure how long we lay there; I must have dozed off.

I stirred and opened my eyes. Brandon lifted his body and smiled at me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"MMMMM," was all I said as I smiled and nodded.

"Thanks for letting me do that," he said, causing me to laugh loudly.

"Yeah, that's the kind of girl I am - willing to sacrifice myself for your pleasure."

He smiled. "So, you'll let me do that again?"

"Yeah, I think I'll let you do that anytime you'd like. You know, only because YOU like it."

He smiled.

"Now," I said, please get off of me and help me up."

I extended my hand, and he helped me get off the couch. Holding his hand, I led him to my bedroom. I pulled down the bedspread and covers.

"Do you have condoms?" I asked.

He nodded and took one out of his pocket.

"Then please fuck me."

I lay on the bed and spread my legs. Brandon pulled off his clothes, stroked his dick, and put on the condom. He crawled between my legs and lowered his mouth to my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple. He moved his body up and started kissing me, letting his dick slide up and down through my slit, applying pressure to my clit.

"Please. I'm ready. I've wanted this for so long. Please," I begged.

Brandon lifted his body up. I grabbed his dick and placed it at my entrance. He slowly pushed all the way inside until our bodies were touching.

"Fuck!" I said as I wrapped my legs around his butt. "Don't move for a second."

I squeezed my muscles so every inch of my pussy felt the pressure from his dick.

"Go slowly," I said. "I want this to last as long as possible."

Adhering to my directions, Brandon s-l-o-w-l-y pulled back and paused. Then he s-l-o-w-l-y pushed all the way in.

"You fee SOOO good," he whispered.

He paused and repeated the slow motion out, the pause, and the slow motion back in. Each time he pushed in, I couldn't help but whimper; my entire body was tingling. After a few minutes of this combination of bliss and torture, he stopped pulling out. Instead, he slid his body up and down along mine, causing wonderful, intense pressure on my clit.

"Yes, yes! Keep doing that!" I cried.

After a few minutes, I knew I was getting close. And as wonderful as this felt for my clit, I wanted to feel the full length of his cock sliding in and out.

"Fuck me hard and fast! Please!"

He shifted to forceful strokes, up and down; it was exactly what I needed. I used my right hand to resume the stimulation on my clit. Each time he pushed in, I got closer and closer, until I finally cried out with unintelligible sounds as my orgasm started. I felt my pussy clamp down on his dick and fireworks shoot throughout my entire body. After my third contraction, lost in my own world, I barely heard Brandon grunt and felt his dick spasming inside me. I was still going after he finished, and he continued pumping as his dick softened to extend my pleasure. I continued rubbing my clit until I finally ran out of gas.

I pulled my hand out from between us and wrapped both arms around his shoulders. After a few seconds, he lifted himself up.

"I gotta take off the condom."

He got up on his knees, took off the condom, tied it, and dropped it next to the bed. Then he lay next to me and pulled me on top of him. For the second time tonight, I had my fantasy post-orgasm cuddle.

After about 10 minutes, Brandon kissed my head.

"Goddamn, Erica, that was incredible."

"Yeah?" I giggled. "Well, you weren't too bad yourself. Can I ask you a question?" He nodded. "Why didn't you do that sooner?"

"You didn't seem ready. And I didn't want to make you do anything you weren't ready for. I figured you'd send the signal when you were ready."

"I suppose telling you to take off my clothes was the signal, huh?" I said with a laugh. He laughed, too. "Can I ask you another question?"

He nodded.

"Do you remember the night we met?"

"Of course."

"Why did you come over and talk to me?"

He laughed.

"Cause you were the hottest girl in the room. I wanted to meet you."

Now I laughed.

"Hottest girl in the room? I think not. There were tons of better-looking women at that party."

"You don't understand," he said. "Yes, there were other very attractive women at that party. But they all KNEW they were attractive. So, they weren't hot."

I gave him a confused look, and then I laughed.

"What is this, Catch-22? You can't be insane if you know you're insane? You must not be hot if you know you're hot?"

Brandon laughed again.

"Kind of. It's not just that they KNEW they were attractive, they let everyone KNOW they were attractive. They just acted as if they were shouting out, 'I'm hot. You want me. I'm wonderful.' But you... you were hiding against a wall, not even realizing how hot you are. Now THAT'S hot!"

I laughed at his explanation.

Having gotten over that "hump", we started having sex a lot. And it was always good. Brandon always made sure to take care of my needs before his. He was a wonderful lover.

Toward the end of the school year, we found an apartment we were going to move into when classes started next year. Over the summer, I was going to move into his apartment. He had a two-bedroom place with a friend, but the friend had an internship in New York over the summer, so I wouldn't be imposing on him.

Things were going great with Brandon and me. We loved living together during the summer, and hanging out on campus without the full student population was really nice. We both had jobs with the university, so life was good.

A month after classes ended, Brandon said he needed to talk to me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Oh my god, no. I'm sorry if I implied that. My mother called to ask a favor. You know, my brother is starting classes here in the fall."

I nodded.

"My mother said he found a job he can work part-time during the school year, but they want him to start full time over the summer. She asked if he could stay in the apartment in Steve's room, since he's not here for the summer and my brother can't move into the dorm until fall."

"Did you check with Steve?" I asked.

"Of course. He was thrilled when I told him my parents would pay him the full cost of his rent while my brother's here."

"Well, you know I like Cody. And your parents pay the rent here, so isn't it up to them? Why are you asking me?"

Brandon smiled.

"My mother told me I HAD to ask you. She said this affects you, and you and I are a couple. I can't make a decision like this without asking you."

I always loved Brandon's family; now I loved them even more. I smiled.

"Tell your mother thank you for considering my feelings, and I am absolutely okay with Cody moving in."

Three days later, Brandon's mom and his brother pulled up to the apartment. I gave them both big hugs, and we all helped unload the car with Cody's stuff. His mom took us all out to dinner that night before heading home. At one point, Brandon's mother and I were alone.

"Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Winters. And thank you for considering my feelings about Cody moving in. I'm happy to have him here with us."

"Please, Erica, call me Melissa. And Brandon had BETTER consider your feelings over things that affect you. If he ever forgets, just give me a call. I'll straighten him out," she said, laughing. I laughed with her.

Melissa hugged each of us before leaving, but she gave Cody an extra-long hug. I think she was still adjusting to her baby leaving home for college.

Over the next few days and weeks, Cody learned his way around campus as he got trained at his job. He was a sweet but shy guy. He always talked with me if I started talking to him, but he usually didn't initiate the conversation. He'd eat meals with us, but a lot of the time he hung out by himself in his bedroom. I got the feeling he made an effort not to be a pest when Brandon and I were hanging out.

One Thursday, Brandon told me he had to go to Washington, D. C. the following week to meet with the federal agency responsible for the research project he was working on. The professor who had gotten the grant liked Brandon and wanted to give him more exposure to the sponsors. Brandon would be doing a few presentations during the three days of meetings, and he was both very excited and very nervous. But I knew he'd do well.

Monday morning, I kissed him goodbye as he left for the airport. Shortly after, I heard Cody leave for work. I was off that day, so I took a long shower, glad that I didn't have to rush to get out of the house like on a usual workday. When I got out of the shower, I dried myself off and then wrapped my hair in the towel. I was singing loudly as I walked out of the bathroom naked.

It took me two seconds before I realized Cody was standing there staring at me with wide eyes.

"CODY!" I screamed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled before quickly trying to cover myself, placing one hand over my pussy and my other arm across my chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried before running into his room and slamming the door.

I stood in the hallway for twenty seconds, and then I started laughing. I couldn't believe the look on Cody's face. I took the towel off my head and wrapped it around my body, tucking it in above my breasts. I knocked on his door.

"Yeah?"

"Can I come in, Cody?"

"I guess."

As soon as I walked in, Cody sat up on his bed. He had been lying on his bed looking at his phone.

"I'm sorry, Erica," he said immediately. "I... I didn't see anything."

"Oh, really?" I said with a laugh. "Your face told me you did."

Cody turned red.

"Why are you home?" I asked. "I heard you leave for work."

"My boss said a shipment got delayed, so the work he had planned for a couple of us couldn't start until tomorrow. He told me to take the day off."

"Lucky you," I said, laughing at the double meaning.

I had the feeling Cody had never seen a naked girl before. I knew he didn't date in high school, so I wasn't sure if he had even kissed a girl. I felt bad. He was a nice guy... just SO shy.

"So, you know what this means, right?" I said.

"Huh?" he replied, clearly confused.

"It means I get to see you naked."

"What?" Cody shouted.

"It's only fair. You saw me naked; I get to see you naked," I said calmly.

"I don't think so," he said.

"Oh, come on, Cody. I think it's only fair."

He just stared at me, clearly nervous.

"Stand up, Cody."

I think he was afraid I'd get mad if he didn't do as I said, so he stood. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his zipper.

"Erica....," he started, but I ignored him as I pushed his shorts to the floor.

I stood up and rubbed his hardening cock through his underwear. Corey moaned. I decided it was now or never. I hooked my hands in the waistband and pulled down his boxer briefs.

"Erica..." he moaned as he tried to cover himself with his hands.

I pulled his hands away.

"You have a nice cock, Corey. Don't be embarrassed."

Truth is, Corey's cock looked very similar to Brandon's, except Corey had shaved below his pubic mound and his balls. It looked nice. Since it was like Brandon's, it must have been just under six inches. Yes, I admit it; I once measured Brandon's.

I wrapped my hand around his cock, and he groaned.

"Lie down, Corey."

He immediately followed my instructions. I sat on his bed and stroked his dick once. Corey squeezed his eyes tightly.

"Have you ever touched a naked girl, Corey?"

He shook his head, looking embarrassed.

"Have you ever thought about me when you whack off?"

He stared at me for a second. Then he slowly nodded. I smiled.

"Did you like seeing me naked?"

Again, he slowly nodded. I continued stroking him very slowly.

I pulled the knot out of the towel and took it off. Again, Corey got wide-eyed as he looked me over.

I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

"Give a gentle squeeze," I said, and he did.

We both moaned just a bit. But then I pulled his hand away. I didn't want him to get carried away.

I continued stroking him. By now, he was leaking pre-cum like a water balloon with a pin hole. My hand continued through the slippery cream, and I didn't think he could go too much longer.

"Tell me before you come," I whispered.

I moved between his legs on my knees. I started stroking faster and faster, and I was surprised at how loud it sounded because of all the precum.

When I took my other hand and gently tickled his balls, Corey groaned loudly. Ten seconds later, he screamed, "I'm gonna come!"

I continued stroking his dick but released his balls, placing that hand six inches above his dick. When he exploded into my hand, I was surprised at the force with which his cum hit my hand, and I let out a little chuckle. It felt like he could have made it half-way to the ceiling if I hadn't blocked it. After the second squirt, I point his dick toward his chest. The next few spurts landed on his stomach, and finally he stopped. I kept my hand around his wet, messy dick for a few seconds as I watched Corey gasp for air.

I reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a bunch of tissues to wipe my hands.

"Don't move," I said. "I'll go get a washcloth."

After washing my hands, I wet a washcloth and returned. I wiped his stomach and his dick and then dried it with my towel. Then I wrapped my towel around myself.

"This is our little secret, okay?" I said.

He nodded.

"You're a good-looking, nice guy, Corey. And you've got a nice dick," I said with a smile. "Don't be so shy. You'll make some girl very happy."

I walked toward the door, but just as I got there, Corey called my name, and I turned.

"Thank you," he said. "I really appreciate it."

I smiled and walked out. I got to our room, closed the door, and then sat on the bed. I couldn't help but smile. It wasn't much, but I knew I had just given Corey the most advanced sexual experience of his life. For a second, I thought about taking his virginity, but I wouldn't do that to Brandon.

Brandon. What am I going to tell him? Nothing? Everything? I wasn't sure.

Early that evening, Brandon called. Corey had gone out to meet a guy he met at work. After Brandon told me about his day, I knew I couldn't keep the events from earlier today a secret from him.

"Brandon, I need to tell you something," I said.

He could tell from my voice something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. But something happened today."

I told him the entire story. When I got to the part where Corey saw me naked, he was laughing really loudly. I was glad he wasn't mad at his brother, not that he did anything wrong.

"But that's not all," I said.

When I told him what I did, he laughed again.

"Oh my god, Erica, the kid must have been in heaven!"

I breathed a big sigh of relief and was almost crying when I said, "I was afraid you'd be mad at me!"

"No, no, no, of course not. Maybe he won't be so afraid of girls now. But, you know, you've probably messed him for life now."

"Huh? What did I do?"

"When he finally starts seeing naked girls, he's always gonna think they're not as hot as you."

I smiled.

"I wish you were here right now so I could personally thank you for that compliment."

"I wish I was there, too," he said. "But you can thank me when I get home tomorrow night."

"I promise," I said.

"Hey, I'm getting a call from the team - I'm late meeting them downstairs to go to dinner. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "Go have a nice dinner."

"Erica?"

"Yeah?"

"You know, I love you. More than you can imagine. I will never stop loving you."

I got all warm and tingly hearing him say that.

"I love you, too, Brandon. Talk to you later. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and stared at my phone for a long time, realizing how lucky I was. And when Brandon got home, I definitely thanked him for his compliment.