To my lovely jin

OK…THAT was a new one. Cunt was a thing guys spoke about to one another, cunt…pussy…split, snatch, twat…hell, we had a bunch of names (never vagina though…isn’t that funny?) But hearing a woman use a guy’s word (back then it was anyway) or…maybe not. Regardless, hearing Jin use it. Well…that damn near pulled the trigger on the gun in my holster.

She sighed then, her eyes closed as though remembering she once had. “Or at least I certainly used to,” she added even more softly than anything she’d said before, which is also when I noticed a small tear run down the side of her face, which she hurriedly wiped away, turning as though hoping I hadn’t seen it. Too late. I had.

“You’re crying!” I said standing out of worry and concern for her, totally forgetting for the moment that in doing so, I had inadvertently displayed myself. Not something I would have normally done, and now painfully aware of the fact that I had as she was looking down, or rather at me…which then drew my own head down paying attention to myself. Had it been any other moment in history…I’d have probably been proud. I don’t think I’d ever been that hard, that full…that erect, my jeans bulging out so much that a blind man (or woman) would have felt the change in the air surrounding it.

And then I said a word I’d never once said in front of her before. “Fuck! Jin! I’m sorry!”

**

Once again she had laughed, but put me immediately at ease. “It’s ok Oliver, I’ve said that one a few times myself,” she continued chuckling, though her eyes remained glued to the very obvious, very pronounced erection sticking out of my pants. “I think though…it’s probably time for you to return home and perhaps get ready for this evening. Just remember what I told you…if it feels right, then ok. If it doesn’t…well then, you’ve still got plenty of time before you rush into anything.”

She actually stood then, walking forward to hug me. (Yeah…picture this), so I’m bending (or bowing if you prefer) trying very delicately here not to poke her in the stomach with what is a very obvious, almost painful erection. She’s still chuckling while we do this, giving me a soft little kiss on the cheek as she did.

Now that’s not abnormal either, but it did seem to linger for like a split second longer than usual, not to mention the fact, bowed/bent as I am, for some reason her fairly large full breasts seemed to press against me a bit more than normally as well. And of course, that did little if anything to squelch the predicament I now found myself in.

I finally backed away, or rather almost pushed away, just as she did, that damnable smile still on her face, and worse, another obvious glance downwards towards my crotch as we did that.

“Maybe…you should do something about that before tonight,” she now laughed pleasantly, and even sighed when she said that. “Ah…to be young again,” she finished, and then stood there at the doorway waving at me as I hurriedly (somewhat still stooped over mind you) towards my place.

Luckily for me, no one was home, so I managed to make it upstairs to my room without any further incidents. But, I had already made the decision to in Jind “do something about it” as Jin had said, even if Sophia and I ended up “doing it” or doing other things later on this evening.

What I now knew however…strange as it sounded. And what likewise bothered me to some extent, was the fact I knew with one hundred percent certainty, that I wasn’t in love with Sophia. The person I was in love with…was Jin.

**

Once inside my room, I literally tore my clothes off jumping onto my bed. I honestly believe this was the horniest I had ever been, which was odd in a way, as except for a little erotic banter between us, and the kiss…and the feel of Jin’s soft full breasts pushing against me, well hello…there just wasn’t much more than that. Certainly not enough that it should have made me this horny, this aroused. And yet…I was. I didn’t have one of those monster cocks you’re always hearing about. Average sized perhaps, though I was a bit thicker around than most I suppose.

But what I was at the moment, was fucking harder than I ever remembered being before. Looking down at my own dick, the head of it seemed to have ballooned up to mushroom size, a dark Jinp purple color in fact, which was again something relatively new to me. I wrapped my fist around it, squeezing it…watched the emergence of not just one droplet, but a sudden runoff of pre-cum fuck batter, and then did so again, producing yet another pearly little silly string of juice that now clung to my fingers like a spider-web.

After I had spent several long minutes just teasing the shit out of myself, I began pumping it seriously up and down. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing rapidity as my mind suddenly went into overdrive. I now found myself accessing archives that I had long since locked away in memory, not a whole lot of them mind you, and not many that probably most guys would have held onto for their masturbatory fantasy material. But the truth of it was, each and every one of them had something to do with Jin for as far back as I could remember, and as far back as each and every incident qualified as “cock-throb” material.

I had even gone so far as to catalog them in order of priority. Like the day I’d gone over to help rake up leaves, needing another bag, walking over to ask her where she kept them. She was kneeling down of course, leaning over pulling out a few stubborn weeds with her hand. As she did, her blouse had opened considerably, giving me my first ever look at the smooth softness of those magnificent tits of hers. Unfortunately, she was wearing a bra, though even seeing that, most of it in fact, had sent me running off to my room a short time later.

My second filed away fantasy of hers had been when she’d tripped and fallen. Maybe it shouldn’t have been one under the circumstances, and wasn’t at the time as I’d been genuinely concerned for her. But she’d just retrieved a bag full of groceries out of her car, turned to head into the house just as I came out. Seeing me, she waved, but in doing so, forgot to look where she was going and tripped over the hose in her yard, suddenly she’s falling,

groceries spilling everywhere at once. Naturally I ran over to her to help her up, and then help collect the spilled contents now scattered everywhere. This was my second look down mammary lane, though this time, I got to see both boobs, sans bra, she hadn’t worn one!

As I lay there in bed, pleasantly stroking myself up and down, I clicked off each and every little incident one by one, working my way up to number one as I did so, trying to time the orgasmic bliss I was rapidly approaching before reaching it. That day…that very special day, which was in fact only a few weeks ago now, had made it to the top of the list by leaps and bounds.

Oddly enough, I had stayed home not feeling well. I wasn’t dead-sick, just the sniffles, sneezes and typical cough that good old mom had used in her own concern, to convince me to stay home rather than go to school. (I owe you one mom) I later told myself. Outside, it had started to thunder and lightning, something that always fascinated me, and which I enjoyed watching. Walking over to my bedroom window to look out, it was then that it started to rain and rain pretty hard. Suddenly before I even realized what it was I was looking at, Jin came sprinting out of her back door into the back yard. I knew then what was happening.

She’d put out several sets of sheets to dry out on the line as opposed to throwing them in the drier, something my mom very often did as well, preferring the smell of wind-dried sheets, just as Jin obviously did. In a hurry perhaps, or maybe (as I later wondered) having just gotten out of the shower, and then realizing it was about to rain, she’d come running outside. I saw her turn, starting to undo the clothespins, which is when the robe she was wearing came completely open. She made no effort to retrieve it either, the rain truly starting to come down now.

But I stood there in my window, (though why I now did this I don’t really know) stepping back a little, though still keeping a good eye down on where she was.

Both breasts, both of those incredibly beautiful, full bouncy tits staring at me. Each one is humongous (ok, maybe they weren’t THAT humongous) but when you’re seeing them for the first time, they sure as hell look like them…areolas. Dark brown, (something to do with her heritage perhaps, since Jin had once said she had Spanish blood in her) and then this small little dark patch between her legs. It wasn’t this unruly looking triangle either, but it acted like a beacon to me as I stood there in the window looking down at her. I was seeing her for the first time ever…completely naked!

And then I remember her looking up towards my room. I had stood frozen, looking down at her, wondering if she could see me, had seen me. But she merely looked away, finished pulling down the rest of the sheets off the line, and never once made an effort to cover herself up as she finished doing that. She then turned and headed back inside the house.

It never failed…just before the turn, I erupted, as I was doing now. Needless to say, I’d cum a lot thinking about that moment, but I have to also say…laying there the way I was now, horny as I said I truly was, I began spurting unlike any time I had ever spurted before in my entire life.