As it happened, our parents had a mutual friend who was getting married and they left Aly and I to fend for ourselves at her house while they all attended the wedding. They advised us that the reception would be huge and they would be home late. They also hinted that if they all became too drunk that they might have to spend the night at a nearby motel.
The thought of being alone with Aly aroused me because she had grown into a beautiful girl with long bright red hair and long legs that made me envy her jean shorts that encased them. She had small breasts but her sparkling smile made me feel good just to be with her.
I had just experienced the typical growth spurt that teenage boys do, including overactive hormones. The prospect of being alone overnight with Aly made me cautiously anxious. My right hand had been my only sexual partner so far but I was hoping that Aly might expand my sexual horizons.
We were very comfortable with each other and our conversation to this point was casual and focused around the wedding and reception. However, when we were in her kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards and refrigerator for meal possibilities she shocked me beyond belief.
“So, Ben, are you still a virgin?” she asked very casually.
I tried not to stammer but decided to be honest, realizing that my inexperience would be obvious if we had sex. “More or less,” I admitted, “I’ve not found a girl whom I like enough to have sex with.”
“Same here,” she said, “of course masturbation helps but I’m just not ready for the real thing yet.”
Somehow she could sense disappointment in my face and she suddenly gasped, “Oh my God! You didn’t think we would have sex, did you?”
I hesitated too long and she guessed my answer. “I’m sorry, Ben, I haven’t been with guys enough to be comfortable with fucking yet. But we could play a little game of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
I had seen plenty of pictures of naked women in magazines and several different porn movies but had never been with a live naked girl. This seemed the perfect opportunity to experience at least that, and I agreed.
“Come on; I’ve got an idea,” she said, taking me by the hand and leading me through the house. She took me to her parents’ bedroom upstairs and dropped to her knees by the side of the bed. She pulled out a cardboard box, giggling as she opened it. “I saw my Mom shove this box under the bed one and she seemed embarrassed so I know it has something to do with sex.”
Indeed, inside the box were a black dildo with balls, a long slim metal vibrator that looked like a bullet, a strap on device, some anal beads, a butt plug, a large tube of lubricant, a blindfold, handcuffs and several porn movies.
Aly and I both talked about what her parents might do with all the stuff and when her curiosity was satisfied, she pushed the box back under the bed. She sat on the bed with her hands in her lap.
“Okay, you first,” she said. “Take it all off and just let me look at it.”
I stood up and eagerly peeled off my clothes until I was naked in front of her. I tried to focus on being calm and embarrassed so I wouldn’t get an erection. Then she stood up and said, “Okay, my turn. Remember, we can look and touch but no fucking. Promise me, Ben?”
“Of course, we’re friends; you can trust me,” I assured her, although I still had hopes that something might turn her on and encourage her to go all the way.