A Birthday Present for a Rich Girl

I waited at a park bench for a friend of mine to arrive. Jamini was actually my little sister's best friend, but we'd grown a lot closer in the last few years. Her mom wanted me to hang out with her more after her biological father failed to give her the love she needed. At least, that's how her mom phrased it, a seething anger hidden in her voice. I used to only think of her as my sister's annoying friend (in the nicest possible way, of course), but she's not half-bad.

I saw her off in the distance. She had quite the unmistakable appearance. There weren't many 6'1 green-eyed brown girls in this town. She did a cute little wave as she approached me. I stood up to hug her

"Hi, Dean. I'm so glad you came. I've really been meaning to talk to you. It's very important."

"Sure, Mini. About what?"

She sat down next to me. I could tell there was something on her mind. "Well, as you know, my birthday is in a few weeks. And...well..."

She trailed off and looked down at the grass. I put my arm around her and smiled. She smiled back.

"I'm just going to go ahead and say it. I, uh, I want you to take my virginity."

"......what?"

She laughed. "I want you to take my virginity."

"Aren't you a lesbian?"

"I am, but I don't really have the best luck picking up women, you know. I've been thinking that I don't really know about sex. Sure, I've watched porn and I've read books and, trust me, Amma went into great detail about it, but I've never really experienced it. I don't know what to do in a real situation. I want my first time to be with someone who knows what they're doing and can teach me, but I also want it to be someone I know very well and trust a lot and someone who I know I can't fall in love with. That's you. Now, if your sister wasn't a virgin, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Trust me. I'd much rather get plowed by a thick white girl."

I was still in shock. I didn't know if I was dreaming or not. "What if I say no?"

"I'll be sad, but I'll understand. It's your decision. But I hope you say yes. I'll have a whole night set up for us. I'll book us an expensive room at a fancy hotel, we'll eat a great dinner, drink some wine, it'll be a whole thing. I want it to be a magical, loving experience for both of us. Something we'll both remember forever."

"Aren't we too young to drink?"

"Dean, I'm rich. I can do whatever I want," she joked. "Besides, we both know you've drunk wine before. Just like how we both know you've slept with every rich woman over the age of 40. Just pretend I'm my mom and you'll do just fine."

I smiled. "Ok. I'll do it. This can't ruin our friendship, though. no matter how awkward it is, I still want us to hang out together."

"Aww, you really love me. Don't worry about any of that. I've thought about this for a long time. I want this to happen. I think it'll make our friendship even better. Frankly, I think we could be closer friends than me and Victoria are. I'm serious. I'm really looking forward to this."

We continued talking before she left to start getting everything prepared. We continued to hang out and I was surprised by how it wasn't awkward. She'd subtly check in on me to make sure I was still willing to do it. Never once did she ever seem like she decided she didn't want to do it. A few days before her birthday, she seemed genuinely excited about it.

Her birthday was an extravaganza. Jamini was sweet and down to earth (surprising for a girl whose mom was a billionaire and who herself was worth $300 million), but she indulged in her wealth when it came to her birthday. She pulled me aside that day and asked one final time if I was still going through with it. I told her yes and she beamed. She told me that we would do it tomorrow and that it would take the whole day.

She was right. She made me drive from our little country town to Louisville, a three hour drive! She did treat me to an absurdly expensive dinner and I guess that made up for it. Our hotel was the Luxor, the most high class hotel in the state, where rooms cost more than most people's salaries. Ours was $50,000 a night.

Our room was a giant luxury suite with a beautiful view of the city. The bedsheets were the softest sheets I've ever felt. Laying on it was like laying on a cloud. That's an overused way of putting it, but it was the most apt description in the moment.

"We probably shouldn't waste time," Jamini said. "I'm a little nervous. I'm just so excited. I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

"Anyway," she began, "I have a lot of things prepared for us. Wine, water, snacks. I want it to be something we'll both enjoy a lot. I even brought a jar of lube."

"Lube?"

Even with her light brown face, I could she was blushing. "I was, um, well...I was thinking if I enjoyed it then we could try anal sex. It's something I'm a little curious about. The videos I've seen are pretty hot. I brought an enema, too."

"Hey, I've been wondering. Do you want me to wear a condom?"

She smiled. "Not at all. I want both of us to have a good time. I want you to enjoy it. I don't mind a little mess. "

We both knew why she didn't bring up the other reason I'd wear a condom. Jamini was infertile. The women in her family had a hereditary condition that made it nearly impossible to have kids. It came in two types: Type 1, the reproductive system works but the eggs are defective, resulting in numerous miscarriages; and Type 2, the eggs are viable but the reproductive system is defective, resulting in near total infertility. It skipped a generation. Her mom didn't have it, her grandma had type 1, her great-grandma didn't have it, her great-great-grandma had type 2. It wasn't impossible to have kids since her grandma and great-great-grandma managed to have one each, but it was often a decades-long uphill climb with a lot of sorrow along the way. Not the sexiest thing to think about in a time like this, but it ran through my mind in the moment. My mind refused to see Jamini as anything other than an annoying brat my sister was friends with. Seeing her in a sexual way was going to be difficult. I'd rather think about gynecology, it seems.

"Honestly," she continued, "it's a shame I'm not straight. I could have a train ran on me and never once worry about getting pregnant. Well, at least I get the best periods in the world. A couple drops of blood and done. I don't even notice half the time. Am I turning you on with my period blood talk?"

"Before we start, tell me what you want," I said.

"I don't want you to just fuck me and leave. I want this to be a very intimate and loving experience. I want to feel your passion. I want to feel that you care for me. I know I'm romanticizing it, but that's why I asked you. I want an experience I'll remember forever."

"I feel like you're giving me high expectations I can't live up to."

"Trust me. You being here has been more than enough. The moment you picked me up was the moment I realized that you truly love me. Anyway, we should get started, right?"

We helped each other get undressed. I had to admit she had an amazing figure. By her own admission, she was flat as a board (I found out she doesn't even wear a bra most of the time), but she had killer thighs and a lithe body. She had a great ass, too. I already knew that. She posted it online all the damn time, but seeing it in person was a whole different thing.

For what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds, we stood there. For both of us, this was a sight we'd never thought we see. She wrapped her arms around me and broke the tension by kissing me on the lips. "Dean, one last thing. Don't be afraid to talk dirty. I want you to enjoy this. I don't want you to think of this as a favor or a chore. Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good. You can go ahead and grab my ass now. I can feel your hand subtly going down my back. Just go ahead and grab it."

"It's very soft."

"Of course. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm very proud of it."

We started making out. Soon, we were facing each other on the bed. "You're a good kisser, Jamini."

"You too," she said before letting out a gasp as I made my way inside her.

"Wrap your legs around me. I like when girls do that."

I get her legs tightly wrap around my back. Maybe a little too tight, but it was something I could work with. "Do you want me to go fast or slow?"

"A little bit in the middle. That's my usual pace when I jerk off," she said as I began a rhythmic up down up down. "That's it. That feels really nice. You know, honestly, the sex isn't awkward, but I'm totally blushing because I just told you how I masturbate."

"After today, I'm probably going to know a lot of things about you that I wish I didn't."

"Oh, same," she said before moaning. "That's not the only way, though. I can eat myself out."

I almost stopped. "What?"

She laughed. I was happy to see her enjoying herself. It was a positive sign of what things may come. Already the awkwardness and tension was gone.

"You've probably noticed I'm extremely flexible. That and being skinny and having no tits whatsoever make it pretty easy to just devour my own pussy. It's my absolute favorite way to jerk off. I'll show you later."

"I can see why. Your pussy feels incredible."

Never expected those words to leave my mouth, but they were true. It was a lot like her legs around me. Tight, warm, and holding on for dear life. Any time it seemed like I was about to leave, her hungry pussy pulled me back in.

"Same to you. Well, your dick I mean. I kinda like how you're stretching me out. I didn't expect you to be so big. I think you're turning me into a little size queen."

l continued my slow, long, deep thrusts. Her moaning started getting loud and frequent. "Ah, ah, fuck! Right there. Right there!" she screamed in pleasure. By now, we were in the throes of passion. We forgot anything about ourselves and saw each other only as lovers.

I held her close and began kissing and lightly biting her neck. She returned the favor. "How good are you at doing squats?" I asked between kisses.

"If you're asking if I can ride you, the answer's yes. This fat ass of mine didn't just come from genetics."

We switched positions with her getting on top of me. She repeated my earlier question back to me. "Do you want me to go fast or slow?"

"Whatever your normal squat speed is. I'd like this to last."

She went at a steady, fast rhythm as she wrapped her arms around me. I started running my tongue around her small breasts, lightly licking her dark brown nipples. She bounced on me like a jackhammer. Up down up down. That warm, wet coral pink pussy between her brown legs devoured my dick. She took me as deep as possible before bouncing back up to the tip and back again.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" I asked. I was breathing heavily. "You're really good at this."

"You can't imagine how many squats I do. I literally do them until exhaustion sometimes."

I left a trail of kisses as my mouth climbed up her chest to her neck and finally her full lips. Her tongue explored my mouth like a curious animal in a place it was unfamiliar with. I stayed there until I felt myself hit the point of no return. I held her close to my body as I unloaded inside her.

We were both exhausted from the experience. After what felt like an hour of catching our breaths, we shared a look and both of us started to laugh. "That was so much fun," Jamini said. "I must've cum at least twice. You were so good."

"For your first time, you were awesome. I'm impressed. I don't think I've ever had so much fun having sex."

She scooched over until she could wrap her arms around me and kissed in the cheek. "Thank you. That was beyond my expectations. I had a blast."

"So, are we doing that other thing you wanted?"

"Oh, you are definitely fucking me in the ass."

"You know, until today, I don't think I'd ever heard you cuss."

She laughed. "Not around friends or family. I try my best to maintain the image of a perfect little angel, you know. Although, I do cuss like a sailor when I get mad. Like really, really mad. Just ask Amma."

"I feel like our friendship is different now but in a good way," she added. "Like we have a regular, surface friendship, but now we also have this secret, dark side friendship. We'll know stuff about each other that no one else knows. I feel like just airing my dirty laundry out to you."

"Same. You want to start?"

"I jerk off to pictures of your sister. Like, genuinely, I think your sister is so fucking hot. I think I've had a crush on her."

"Have you ever told her?"

"Oh hell no. She doesn't know at all. I think Amma might suspect I have a crush on her, but I don't think she knows about me doing that. What about you?"

"I've had sex with your mom. I've obviously known her since childhood, but we hooked up at one of my mom's campaign events. My parents would kill me if they ever found out."

I expected her to fly off the handle at that news but she said, "I've kinda known. You two have always been weirdly close. I probably should be angry, but I've kinda just accepted it. Besides, if your sister ever found out what happened tonight she'd kill both of us. Also also, I've maybe jerked off to pictures of your moms. Both of them, but especially your biological mom. There's a photo of her when she was pregnant with you and she's butt naked and looks like an Earth goddess and it's one of the hottest photos I've ever seen. If I wasn't a lesbian before that photo leaked, I was definitely one after."

"Oh yeah. All the guys teased me about that photo. I was mostly mad at that than the photo leaking. My mom and I have always been close. She'd told me about it years before it was ever leaked. Uh, I guess another one of mine is: I used to have a huge crush on my mom's adopted sister, Vicky."

"Girl, yes! She's so fucking thick. I could drown in her ass. She could hit me and I would thank her for it. Let's see. For something non-sexual, I've done mushrooms before. I've also done acid. I bought it from the dark web."

"I've taken DMT before. My mom recommended it, believe it or not. My mom's always been like that. When she was pregnant with me, she spent a week in a nudist colony. She also spent two weeks with a tribe in Papua New Guinea. She actually delivered me herself."

"Wait, like, she delivered you? From herself?"

"Yeah. My mom gave birth to me alone. She was living with my dad at the time, went into labor, and hid it until he left for work. She wanted to do it that way. She told me that she does look back and regret that she didn't have other people with her because of how dangerous it was, but that it was a beautiful experience. When she delivered Victoria, she had Aunt Vicky and Alex with her. She still self-delivered, though. Also, she did both without pushing. It's called the Ferguson reflex, I think? She came across it and decided that she wanted to do it that way. Yeah, my mom does whatever she wants. She's weird as hell. Actually, that explains a lot about why I like the kind of girls I like to be honest."

We went back and forth for awhile. The time melted away. Before long, the morning sun behind the velvet curtains was a now slowly setting dawn star. Jamini suddenly bounced off of me and excused herself to the bathroom, saying that I should prepare myself for when she was done.

When she came out, we wasted no time. She was on her hands and knees, giving her ass a little shake. I gave it a slap. "I know you're an ass guy, Dean. I know you've been dying to be in these Desi cheeks."

I gave it another slap. "It is a great ass. I bet it takes dick like a champ."

"Let's test it out."

A generous amount of lube helped me quickly slide every inch into her tight hole. I did freak out a little because I forgot I was with someone who was new to this. She made a pained sound that scared the hell out of me.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot you're new to this. Are you hurt? Do you need me to stop?"

"No, it's not that," she replied, her voice teeming with what sounded like laughter. "It's just...this feels so weird. It feels like I have to shit."

I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was smiling. I was so relieved. "Since you can handle it, I'm not going to go easy on you."

I grabbed her hips with both hands to anchor myself and went to down on that perky ass of hers. As soon as I was in her colon, I was back on the verge of pulling out again only to immediately go deep again. I was going as fast as my body could muster, barely giving her a second to catch her breath. She was practically screaming.

I could hear her trying to say something but she couldn't stop herself from moaning at the same time. "This is a shock. I finally got you to shut up," I quipped.

"Oh, shit! I can f-feel you rearranging my i-i-insides."

"You want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! D-destroy my ass. If (oh fuck) if I can sit down after this, I-I'm going to be so mad."

Brown waves rippled across the fat of her ass. I gave it a hard, painful smack. Enough to make her yelp out in pain. I got kind of a sick pleasure out of that. I did it again before she could open her mouth.

"Who does this ass belong to, Jamini?"

"Y-you. This ass belongs to you, D-Dean. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, fuck. Pull my hair."

I grabbed a fistful of her black hair and pulled her towards me. I lightly bit the back of her neck. "You take dick like a champ."

She smiled and let out a cute giggle. "You give it like a champ. You got a lesbian over here gushing. My pussy is literally dripping onto the bed."

"Didn't you say you could eat yourself out? Show me. I figure I continue fucking this sweet ass while you show me what that big mouth of yours can do."

"Dean, a-are you trying to make me fall in love with y-you?"

She pulled herself off of me and laid down on her back. She pulled her entire lower half toward her face until her knees were behind her ears and her pussy was inches from her face. She looked me right in the eyes and gave herself a deep, long lick. I have to admit it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen a woman do.

"Now, get back in my ass, you son of a bitch."

Jamini's devilish smile made me think I'd created a monster. Coming here was the best decision I'd ever made. It was a little awkward at first because of how her body was bent, but I was back in her tight Desi ass. Watching her eat herself out like a dying man in a desert who found an oasis was something I'd never forget.

I went back to my fast, hard rhythm. I hope she doesn't get mad at me when she can't sit down tomorrow. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held it in my tight grip.

"Open your mouth," I ordered.

She complied immediately. The sight of her lips glistening from the wetness of her own pussy turned me on more than anything else. I held her by the chin and spit in her open mouth and waiting tongue. She swallowed without me having to tell her to. "That was kind of hot, actually," she said. "Oh, yeah, right there. Ohmygawd, this feels so fucking great. This is better than anything I've ever experienced."

Jamini screamed like a dying murder victim. Every word out of her mouth now was either "fuck" or "shit" or even "fucking shit." The sound of our thighs slapping against each other was a huge turn-on.

I used two fingers to scoop up some of her wetness and tasted it. Not bad. "The way you're looking at me, I'd think you're a little jealous that you're not the one eating my pussy."

"Oh. don't worry. I plan on showing you how a real man does it."

"Only if you let me suck your dick. I promise not to bite too much. Shit, you know what? We could actually 69. We're both the same height."

Both of us were smiling ear to ear. Tonight was a lot of fun. We weren't sexually attracted to the other (this was pretty much mutual masturbation for both of us), but we both knew this wouldn't be the last time. Our friendship would be completely different from now on, but it would be much stronger. After tonight, Jamini was my best friend and it wasn't even close. Tomorrow morning, she would tell me that coming here was the worst mistake I've ever made. Why? "Because now you're stuck with me forever."