When I was in college, I had a very close friend I'll call Joan. Although we truly and deeply loved each other as friends, it never went further than that. The relationship was completely platonic.
After graduation, we drifted apart and didn't see each other for about 10 years, until a chance meeting with a mutual friend put me back in touch with her. Joan and I seemed to pick up right where we left off. We lived a couple of hours apart, and took to spending weekends together on a fairly regular basis. Somewhere along the way, we kissed for the first time and decided we liked sleeping together in the same bed, albeit still platonically; it was just sleeping.
One Thanksgiving weekend, we decided to go camping at a state park not far from my home. We had the campground to ourselves and pitched our tent in a pretty spot near the river.
It got kind of misty in the late afternoon and was drizzling rain by sundown, so we ate our supper and spent the evening in the tent. We had each stripped down to underwear and a t-shirt for the night, and what ensued was the hottest make-out session we had ever had together.
At some point, I ran my hand up under her shirt and over her small, firm breast. Her nipple was rock hard and she gave out a sweet little moan when I rolled it between my fingers and gently pulled on it.
I continued exploring her body and eventually let my hand caress her mound on the outside of her cotton panties. After a few seconds, she gently lifted my hand away and said she needed to get something to drink.
We slipped on shoes, and still in our underwear and t-shirts, went out to the cooler. While we were sipping our drinks, we talked about what was happening between us. Was she okay with it? She said yes, she was enjoying it, but didn't want to go too far. When I asked her what she meant by that, she simply replied, 'Let's just pretend we're seventeen'.
I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I was willing to play along and see where things would lead.
She took my hand and led me back to the tent, and once inside, she lifted off her t-shirt and was now naked except for her panties and a pair of socks. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her bare breasts. I caressed them as we kissed, and soon I felt her hand brushing over my penis on the outside of my underwear.
Soon, she was stroking a full erection and I slipped off my shorts to give her better access. Then, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She didn't resist.
Laying naked side-by-side, we began to caress each other's genitals in earnest. Her nectar began to flow as her love flower opened and reveal its secrets.
'Remember, we're just seventeen,' she whispered into my ear as my finger slid between her lips for the first time. I knew then that we were to go no further than exploring and caressing with our hands and I was fine with that.
As she became more and more aroused, I made an amazing discovery. Joan had the largest clit I have ever encountered-either before or since!
Her clitoris was about an inch long and stood out proudly, like a tiny penis. I quickly found that she really liked it when I 'jacked' it up and down with my thumb and forefinger.
Soon, her attentions to my member began having their desired effect. I arched my back and then leaned into her, letting my load loose on her thigh.
Once I regained my breath, I again turned my attention to her lovely pussy and that incredible clit. Within a minute, her body tensed as her breath came in hungry gasps.
A few minutes later, spent and happy, I caressed her forehead and gave her a loving kiss on the lips.
'That was beautiful,' I said.
'Yes, it was. I like being seventeen with you,' she replied.
We went on to have many mutual masturbation sessions like that over the next year or so, until she met the man she's still with today, some 15 years later. That night in the tent is one I never tire of replaying in my head.