Shopping with my sister.
If I wanted to, she would be there to listen, but if I didn't, she just wanted to hang out like we used to. I could see where she was coming from; before I'd started dating Erin, Theresa and I used to hang out a lot more. We'd go bowling, play Pictionary with her family and a lot of times just sit and talk. I'd been too preoccupied with Erin to realize how much I missed those times. I was looking forward to a night of just hanging out once again.
I showed up at her house and was immediately reminded of what a hot little body Theresa possessed. She was wearing black running shorts, like the orange ones that the waitresses at Hooters wear nowadays. This, of course, was before Hooters was a household word, but I wouldn't have been at all surprised if their uniform had been inspired by someone seeing Theresa wearing these shorts. She was also wearing a short sleeved black shirt that was snug enough to show of her young, firm tits. Given all of this, you have to also realize that Theresa was not dressed to seduce me. This was not an unusual outfit for any young lady with the body to support it back in the mid-80's, so I wasn't feeling any vibe out of the ordinary as we went into her living room and sat on the couch.
We started out just talking, mostly reminiscing about the many good times we'd shared. It wasn't long before we were both laughing at some of the things we'd gotten ourselves into. Finally, Theresa patted me on the knee and told me how good it was to see me smiling and laughing again. I thanked her for helping me and for being concerned about me and we hugged. From there, we started talking about Erin. Since she and the rest of my friends had all been blindsided by Erin dumping me, Theresa wondered if it had come as a surprise to me as well. I explained that it was one of the last things I had expected, especially in light of sudden steps our relationship had recently taken. She wasn't clear on what exactly I meant so I described how physical our relationship had become and how quickly.
This actually pissed Theresa off even more. She was really bent that Erin would initiate a more intimate physical relationship, then abruptly withdraw it. I told her that my gut feeling was that maybe she'd enjoyed that new physical stuff too much and realized how many more cocks there were out in the world that she could be sucking. Theresa was shocked, not by my bluntness, but by the idea that Erin would leave me high and dry while she was out getting more of what she wanted. I admitted that it wasn't an easy transition to make, going from a good blowjob pretty much whenever I wanted it to having to take care of my own needs.
"You're absolutely wrong there," she told me, "You don't have to take care of your own needs, not when you've got good friends who care about you."
With that, she moved onto the floor to kneel before me. My dick began to harden as I realized what her intentions were, but I didn't try to stop her. I slid down slightly as she got my shorts open and started working them and my underwear down. My cock was growing rapidly, but wasn't rigid enough to stand up yet once she freed it. By the time she'd slid my shorts and underwear over my feet and focused her attention on it, it was almost fully erect. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it, never looking up at my face before lowering her head to lick my balls. I let out a half sigh, half moan as my cock went completely rigid under her attentions.
She licked up from my balls along the underside of my shaft to the head, then wrapped her lips around the head and started sliding them down.