When I was in college my cousin (second cousin), Lisa, asked if she could drop in and crash on my couch. She was headed to the beach and my place was a nice mid-point to break up the drive. Plus we always had fun together, even though our sides of the family aren't that close. She arrived not long after I finished my Friday classes, and we hung out by the pool a bit. She looked great, she was a triathlete since she was in middle school, her boobs weren't big a b cup maybe, and amazing ass. I remember checking her out when she came out of the pool hoping her yellow bikini would be see through. It was not, which was not surprising, but still, she had noticeable pokies. Later we went to dinner and to a club with a few of my friends. She wore a denim skirt and a small strappy shirt. I had several downblouses but she had a bra that didn't reveal anything more than i had seen at the pool. Later after too much to drink we went back to my place. It is a small unit, typical for college. The couch was an old two-seater that looked like it belonged in mid-70s and this was 1990. About an hour after going to sleep I heard her moving around, and then she came in my room. I had left the bathroom light on for her so she could find it in the middle of the night, so now I could see her fairly well in a white t-shirt that barely covered her. I could not tell what she did or did not have underneath. She saw that she woke me up and apologized but said the couch was terrible and asked if she could share the bed. I hadn't offered it because it was a double bed, but I agreed. I did not take this as her making a move, and I was not about to put any on her. When I woke up in the morning I was hard as a rock, and had apparently slipped out of the fly on my boxers and it was pressed lightly against her leg. With two people in that bed you pretty much had to spoon. Apparently she was awake too, because before I could try to adjust discreetly, she started to slide easily out of bed without waking me. I did not have my eyes open, so I must have looked asleep, I could feel the sheets being lifted up as if she was taking a look. I heard a very slight giggle as she moved to the bathroom. After using it she started running the bath but came out to get some stuff out of her bag. I still hadn't moved much. When she went back to the bathroom she closed the door but not all the way, leaving about a six inch gap. While the tub was filling up she started taking her makeup off, and was leaning over the sink. She had on white lace panties which you could see through perfectly. Frankly the whole scene was picturesque. As she was leaning forward she was on her toes, and her legs were stunning. Strong calf and thigh muscles, gorgeous ass which peered happily back. When she finished she stopped the water. When she peeled her shirt off, I could tell she was casting a side long look in the mirror at me, but she took off the shirt and then the panties, and moved to the tub. Perfect boobs. They were a little smaller than I thought, but very perky nipples. She is a very fair skinned girl (redhead), and her nipples were very light colored. Almost the same color as her skin. She had closed the curtain for her bath, and at one point i heard a rythmnic movement of water, and I am pretty sure she was pleasuring herself. Eventually she got out, took her time drying off and lotioning with the tower wrapped around her head. She shaves, didn't have so much as a landing strip. Eventually she wraps the towel around her body. Finally she said, "hey pervert, I know you aren't sleeping." I opened my eyes and she had a big grin on her face. I know i was blushing and returned the grin. I'd be a liar if i told you I said something clever. I used to be very awkward when in the presence of nakedness. "The shower is free, or are you going to sleep all day?" "I was going to wait until you were done." I really didn't want to get out of bed because I was still hard as a rock. "I don't care, there's room." I tried to tuck myself in the waist band but that didn't last. "Geez! You're still hard," she laughed. I was so embarrassed and uttered an apology. "Is it because of this?" And she flashed me with her towel and covered back up. She was laughing at her joke, and said, "don't be embarrassed. I don't care. and it's not like we are going to do anything. We went back to the bathroom, and I grabbed a towel for my shower. I expected her to leave, but she didn't, she sat on the toilet to lotion her feet. She could tell my reluctance, and said, "I really don't care, and you've seen me. If I did care I would not have left the door open." I finally pulled off my boxers, still perfectly hard, and frankly my balls starting to hurt. "Wow, it's big. Can I...can I touch it." I nodded, and she did rather lightly, running her hands up and down a couple of times. That did not help me any. "It's hot. I saw one one, when i was in high school, and it was not circumcised. I think I like this better. I bet you keep the sorority girls busy." I actually was still a virgin. Dated a girl in high school and a little into college that was saving herself for marriage. I believe we had been broken up for about a month at this point. She knew my ex and couldn't believe we never had sex, nor that I had by now. I started blushing again, and she said, "Don't worry, I haven't had sex either. I went down on a boyfriend once, but he was ass after that so we didn't go any further." She looked at my hardness and then up at me, and said, "Can I ask you a question? What's the deal with guys and big boobs?" I laughed, although I could tell this was a sore subject for her, as i found out, that was why they broke up, and said, "Here's the thing. Guys love big boobs, because they fun." She looked like she was about to be said but I touched put a hand up to stop her, set my hand on her shoulder, and said, "No, no! Let me finish. There are guys out there who only want big boobs, and I know a few that can be an ass about that. I bet that 85% of the men out there love boobs period. Small boobs, big boobs, it doesn't matter. I prefer small boobs myself, but I enjoy them all." She laughed and called me pervert again. She opened her towel, letting part of it fall on her lap, and she straightened her back, and said, "Mine are too small I think. I've thought about getting a boob job." She looked at me for my estimation, and smiled slightly, enjoying me staring. They were small, maybe a small B cup, very perky. As I mentioned there was not much difference in skin tone. The nipple was nice and plump with a slightly puffy areola. I reached my hand up from her shoulder, stopping mid way to look at her. She nodded her approval. I started out cupping her breast, then slowly moving my hands around. It is a small thing but i absolutely loved feeling her nipple run across my palm as my hand moved across. I asked her to stand up, she did, letting the towel drop, and stood her in front of the mirror. As she was getting up I could see i was mistaken about one thing, she did have a very small landing strip shaved, but it was such a faint strawberry blonde that I could not tell, not to mention being so thin. In front of the mirror I could see her looking at herself very critically. I said, "don't do that, please, you do not have anything to be critical about. You are absolutely stunning. Your boobs are perfect and I hope you do not get a boob job. This is kind of cute too," I said lightly brushing the top of her landing strip. She laughed and swatted my hand. That is off limits. It was a perfect slit. "You butt is not too bad either." I continued and swatted her on the butt and she laugh, she then turned her butt to the mirror, looking back at the mirror with a pose, and said, "Are you kidding, that's an amazing ass. I nodded. She then looked at me and took me in for a big hug. She whispered to me, "don't do anything, ok, can I just hug you for a minute." I didn't reply, but just hugged her. I was still erect, so it has been pushed up against her stomach. I could feel her hair on me. It was a long hug. I think her breakup had been recent and she was still hurt by it. When we let go she dabbed her eye and looked back down at me. "That felt so hot pressed against me. Are you going to take care of that?" "Yeah, I'm going to have to. I'm hurting." "It's hurting," she asked as she grabbed it. I grunted and said, "That is not what is hurting, it's the balls." I then had to explain about blue balls. "That's so weird! Can I watch you?" "Uh.." She sat back down on the toilet staring at it. "Come on, I want to watch." "Uh, do you want me to do it on you?" She laughed and said, "no, do it in the shower, I don't want to have to take another shower. Go on, you have to shower anyway before we go to breakfast." I climbed in, still feeling awkward, but started stroking while she watched intently, like I was a science experiment, will the homemade volcano work! She did start pinching her her nipple. When she did this, I was done. I absolutely exploded. She withdrew a little, but was laughing hysterically! "I told you it had to be done!" She asked if it always ended that explosively and I said no. She then looked at a clock, and said, "I think we may be late to breakfast, we better hurry." I had to close the curtain to shower, but a minute later I stuck my head out for another look. She was looking down, with one hand squeezing her nipple, and the other pressed between her legs. She had her legs squeezed. She looked up and saw me, and, she spread her legs just a little bit. She stared with a ravenous smile at me while I watched her finger herself until she curled up into her self and shook a bit. Then she laughed and pulled her towel back on. I was hard again after watching that, so began to take care of that. Part of the shower curtain was ripped open, and she peeked in. "You're doing that again???" She closed it back while laughing. By the time I got out of the shower she had her bra and panties on, both purple, and was pulling out a dress. We talked about it a little more, laughing the whole time. She asked if I wanted to join her at the beach for a couple of days, but I couldn't get out of work. I really don't think anything would have happened, although maybe see each other a little more. We got a little closer after that, but then she married a soldier who was stationed in germany. Unfortunately a drunk driver ended her life. I've never mentioned this story to anyone, a little embarrassed by the fact that it was a relative, however indirect. Kind of nice sharing.
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