Secrets of Alan and Kathie – part 1

“Of course. I’ll gladly sleep with you, babe.”

Kathie looked at Alan and felt her pussy tingle a little bit. She didn’t know if the double entendre was intended, but she liked his use of it anyway. Why the fuck couldn’t she seduce her friend into pounding her pussy tonight? She thought. Didn’t she deserve a little misbehavior of her own? The alcohol swam through her blood and warmed her skin under her sweats.

“It’s really hot in here, mind if I borrow a thin t-shirt from you to sleep in?” She asked.

Alan realized she was wearing sweats and a

hoodie and that his room did indeed get a little warm at night without the AC blasting.

He hopped up from the bed and grabbed an old Queen t-shirt that was too small for him but would probably make a good nighttime shirt for her. If he was being honest with himself, he had some longer shirts he could’ve given her, but he secretly hoped she wouldn’t mind that the shirt only came down to just below her butt cheeks.

She grabbed it and headed out of his room down the hall to the bathroom. When she came back he noticed that the shirt was all she was wearing. It did an amazing job of JUST covering her legs where he knew her panties would’ve been. This drove him crazy a little bit. She also wasn’t wearing a bra and he could see her perky tits pressing through the fabric of the old shirt that had been through a thousand dryer loads. He really had chosen wisely.

“I used your mouthwash, I hope that’s okay.” She said, and of course it was.

Alan made a similar trip to the bathroom and washed up, particularly making sure to freshen up certain parts of his body just in case things happened that he couldn’t imagine actually might. He peed and brushed his teeth and made sure everything smelled fresh.

He came back into the room wearing only his boxer briefs (the pair he liked because they tended to outline his package quite well) and a sleep-t-shirt of his own.

When he came back into the room he noticed that she was sitting cross-legged on top of the sheets after she’d pulled the comforter all the way down to the end of the bed. She patted the spot next to her and Alan climbed into the bed, which trapped Kathie up against the wall side.

“I’m tired but I’m like, not tired, ya know?” She said, and she was feeling squirrely from her beer and whiskey buzz.

“I’m pretty buzzed right now I think.” Alan admitted. It had been hours since he’d had dinner and they had downed the six pack and their three shots over only a couple of hours.

“Oh My God! Me too! I’m so happy I’m not the only one!” She said, laughing as she touched Alan on the arm and ran her fingers down it softly.

“So,” Alan began suddenly, feeling as if they were both drunk enough that this might be the right time to ask about his nagging curiosity. “You said,” he began slowly, “your boyfriend thinks that you’re…too kinky?”

“Oh fuck, did I say that out loud earlier?!” Kathie asked as she pressed her face into one of Alan’s pillows as her face grew a little red. “I honestly couldn’t remember if I had just thought it or actually said it!” She giggled again and hiccupped and they both laughed at that. She held her breath to make sure that would be the only one, even though Alan tried to make her laugh the entire time which caused her to slap his bare thigh where he sat next to her. Finally, though it wasn’t easy, it seemed that she’d beaten the hiccups.

“Oh you said it out loud, trust me, I almost said something but thought maybe that might be too personal a question.” Alan explained.

“No worries, I actually kind of like being able to talk about it with someone.” She said, smiling at him. They were close to each other on the bed with their legs Indian style as they faced each other. Their knees naturally touched as you do when having an intimate conversation with someone.

Alan clicked some of his music on and Kathie began to explain what she meant by “too kinky.”

“Basically, I like everything about sex. Kinky sex especially. I like sex toys, role-play, ass play, dirty talk, and the works. I like dressing up in sexy lingerie and surprising the boy with outfits and everything.” Alan was stunned at her honesty. It was always the ones you least expected, he thought to himself.

As they were talking she leaned back a little bit, which caused her shirt to ride up her torso more. Alan couldn’t help but notice her exposed panties. He gasped a little as his eyes drifted over their design as he instantly recognized something very unique about them.

Kathie was wearing a pair of low-rise black panties with a little frill along the legs and some lace…but the belt was solid black and there in the middle of the crotch, was a very recognizable black ring that almost blended in with the rest of the soft cotton.

If most people had seen these panties, they would’ve just thought they were a cute black thong with an interesting design feature…but Alan had some sexual curiosities of his own that he was particularly taken by, and he knew right away that these particular panties were a brand called ‘RodeoH.’

He had sought out videos many a time on Internet porn sites of girls wearing just such panties while they fucked their willing men up the ass.

Because these panties also happened to be sexy, strap-on harnesses that actually looked like the type of underwear a girl would wear.

One of Alan’s biggest fantasies in his own sexual treasure box was to be fucked in the ass by a girl who enjoyed wearing a strap-on cock. He wanted to experience being with a girl that was a little dominant in the bedroom.

He couldn’t believe that Kathie was wearing them. The implications were breathtaking.

Kathie noticed while they were talking that Alan’s eyes had wandered down to her crotch and had stopped on the 0-Ring stitched into the middle of them. It was almost too dark in the room to see it save for a nearby dresser lamp. Her breath caught a little as she realized something she hadn’t even thought of before when she’d headed over to Alan’s place earlier that night…she was still wearing her strap-on panties.

She had actually put them on much earlier in the day because she was doing laundry after a busy two weeks and this was the only comfortable pair she had left in her underwear drawer.

She suddenly wondered if he had recognized what they were. Could he possibly? No, she thought, Alan had always seemed like such a straight-and-narrow kind of guy. There was no way…but…maybe?

“So, like, what kind of kinky stuff was your boyfriend not into trying?” Alan asked as he quickly snapped his eyes away, hoping she hadn’t seen him staring. Alan had actually felt his dick start to tingle in his boxers a little. This girl he’d fantasized about a million times over and also most definitely jacked off to a number of times, was in his bed—the same bed he’d jacked off in while thinking about her amazing body.

She was in his bed and she was wearing sexy strap-on harness panties no less.

“Mmmm, well, there was lots of stuff, let me think,” as she said this Kathie folded her legs under her which sort of jutted her crotch out a little bit to really show off her sexy legs. They were lean and shaved and she clearly moisturized them numerous times a day. Alan liked the way her smooth knees felt pressed into his own crossed legs. The panties were still plainly visible to Alan who assumed she hadn’t realized how exposed she was. “He never liked eating me out, and he especially didn’t like it when I would ask him to eat my asshole.”

Alan gulped. The thought of eating Kathie’s asshole was like a three star Michelin culinary booty fantasy. How could any guy not want to shove their face between those glorious cheeks of hers?

“That blows me away. That’s so fucking kinky and hot, I love it!” Alan stated, truly being honest now. He did love to eat ass.

Both friends were enjoying this sexual openness as they continued their conversation with an air of excitement.

“And…he never really liked when I wanted to play with bondage, or like, BDSM stuff.” She said, watching Alan’s face to gauge his reaction. He seemed excited by each new word that came out of her mouth.

“Oh, are you into that kind of stuff?” Alan asked, trying to hide his dick now along the inside of his leg as it became much more obvious piping running down the inside of his right boxer leg.

“Oh yeah…I like using ropes or furry handcuffs in bed. I also like blindfolds. I think all of that is hot. Domination and submission and kind of letting yourself go, ya know? I definitely love dirty talk a lot…like A LOT a lot…you’ve gotta talk in bed, right? Keep things fresh?” She said, as she ran a hand up to play with a strand of hair that liked to fall over her face. She was radiantly sexy.

“No I totally get what you mean, very sexy for sure.” Alan said, and he wondered whether she liked to be tied up, or be the one tying the guy up. His dick pulsed in his boxers. He was horny as fuck now as they talked. This was very unexpected.

“So were those the main things? Ass-eating and BDSM?” Alan asked, curious just how much information she’d relinquish.

“Noooo, there’s one more really big kink I have that’s kind of embarrassing to admit to but it’s like, my number one thing.” She said, playing with a strand around her finger as she stared at Alan, wondering if she should tell him.

“Oh no…now you HAVE to tell me! You can’t just give me that kinda tease and then just not say it!” He argued. She looked at him for a few seconds and felt her face getting a little red but the alcohol had pushed her courage much further along than even she realized. She chewed on the end of the hair a bit and then made her decision.

“Okay, but you have to promise you won’t get weirded out or anything, okay?” She said and Alan of course agreed. He hoped he knew where she was going with this.

“My biggest sexual kink…” she began, and she taunted Alan by taking such a long pause.

“Just tell me you dork!” Alan said, and she giggled again as he slapped her bare thigh right in front of him just hard enough to make her squeal a bit.

“OUCH! Okay, okay, okay, my biggest sexual kink is…strap-on sex.” She said it so comfortably and in a directly seductive way, but she was still red in the cheeks. Alan felt a shiver run up and down his entire spine like a roller coaster that starts one way and then comes back the other.

She looked at Alan to see how he would react to such a confession. He seemed totally cool with it. He was smiling really big, but in a very supportive way. She was so relieved.

“I kinda thought you might say that,” Alan said laughing at her. He was strangely nervous for some reason as he decided to be brave and ask about the underwear.

“You did?! Why???” She asked. Then she watched as Alan reached over and ran a finger up her leg until it was just below her shirt hem. He pointed at the O-ring harness in the middle of the silky, black cotton panties.

“OH MY GOD, YOU ACTUALLY RECOGNIZED THESE?!?” She flopped back over on the pillow and laughed hysterically. “Oh my God it’s so embarrassing and yet, hilarious at the same time.” She said, “I promise I can explain!” She said, even as the two friends smiled in tipsy joy at each other.

“No, no, there’s no need to, it’s totally cool with me.” Alan said he was grinning ear-to-ear and enjoying Kathie’s clear embarrassment from the situation.

“No, wait…wait a second…hear me out. I don’t just go around wearing my strapon panties all the time…it’s just…I was doing laundry today, and my other underwear was all dirty…and…”

“And you saw someone you wanted to fuck so you slipped them on and then forgot you were wearing them when you came over!” Alan finished her sentence as he enjoyed ribbing her. They were both dying now. This was too funny.

But also, Alan was hard.

And Kathie was wet.

The conversation served two different purposes above and below the surface of their water.

“Noooo! Okay, first of all, fuck you!” She said it in the cutest way as she playfully pushed Alan in his face and his head fell back a little in mock protest. “Look, I know it looks weird but I promise they’re just one of my more comfy pairs of panties and my hand was definitely forced by the laundry gods. I hadn’t even realized I was still wearing them until I looked down just a couple of minutes ago. We all have desperate underwear days, right?” She said, and Alan gave her a sideways grin as they both giggled at the situation.

After they’d settled down and their laughter had dissipated she looked back over at her good friend wearing only his boxer briefs and a shirt. His muscles looked good. He was tanned. His hair was thick and sexy. Why hadn’t she ever fucked this guy before? Why was she wasting her time on idiots? All these things went running through her head, including one particularly interesting thought which made her stop to cock an eyebrow at Alan.