I used to play at a friend’s house a lot. I was 18 and so was he, and we went to the same school. I often went there because he had a big sister, a pretty girl, so to speak. Well-endowed as far as breasts were concerned and Klazien, that’s her name, had nice full legs and thighs. I liked to look at her and when she was reading, I could see her legs spreading a bit. Was she wearing panties or not, I thought, and in my shorts a nice hill was visible. Klazien noticed that and one Wednesday afternoon she called me to come to her. I did so and when I was standing next to her, Daan, my boyfriend, was gone. She asked: “You always look at me and especially at my legs.” I said that it turned me on. “Would you like to see more?” she asked. “We were alone in the house.” “I would like to,” I said, and to my surprise she stood up and unzipped her skirt, which of course fell down. There she was in her panties. “Take it off,” she said, while I did it with trembling hands. “There’s her pussy that was still hairy. Nothing against Daan, I say, ‘Take my pussy nice and hard.’” She was nice and wet and I said: “You know why? Take your pants off.” Which I did and she pulled down my underpants. There I stood with a stiff young man. “That’s why I’m wet,” Klazien said. “And do you know what I’m doing? Jerking you off, you can squirt on my belly.” We heard that Daan was coming home again and quickly put on our clothes. “When you’re back here next week, we’ll continue.” And Daan came in and we pretended we were talking.
A week later I was with Daan again of course and Klazien was there too. “I’m going to the library for a bit,” Daan said. “You’ll manage.” “Yes, that’s fine,” we said. “Bram, are you coming to watch again?” Klazien said. “Yes, I’m coming,” I said and she unzipped her skirt again and took it off. Now she was standing in her panties again. “Take it off,” she said, while I was happy to oblige. There was her pussy and this time she was bald. “I did that especially for you, you can easily see my pussy lips and that was where they were a bit open. Come, I’ll jerk you off again.” That didn’t work the next time. She grabbed my cock and played with my balls. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Squirt on my belly,” she said. Which I did. “Wow, that’s quite something,” she said. “I’m going to let it run to my pussy, because I’m on the pill. You can’t get me pregnant. When you’re older, you can fuck me. I like that.” And I made use of that agreement four years later and Klazien has a child running around and I know who the father is. It has red hair and looks like me.