Cathy
Copyright© 2026 by Friar Dave
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - The sexual exploits of Cathy and her friend Reena.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
“Julie won’t be home till after dinner,” Reena said as she closed — and locked — the door to her room. “So we’ve got the house to ourselves till Mom and Dad get home from work.” She smiled. Reena’s stepsister could be a real bitch, spying and reporting — or using the threat to force Reena to do chores for her.
Cathy bounced onto Reena’s bed, then turned and sat, Indian style, flushed from the run to her friend’s house and with anticipation. Reena turned and leaned back against the door, two spots of bright color high on her smooth, pale cheeks.
Cathy was doubly envious of her best friend’s mature good looks. With her smoothly flared hips and small — despite her junk food intake — waist, Reena filled out her Jordache jeans the way they deserved to be filled out. On Reena, they were sexy; on Cathy, designer jeans looked silly, as if she were a little girl playing at being grown up. And Reena could wear a ribknit turtleneck sweater, making it a boast for her big, firm tits; if Cathy wore a sweater like that, her father would think he’d had two sons. Only her nipples would disturb the flat expanse of the sweater on her chest.
Reena just looked at her for a long moment, trying to smother a smile.
Cathy could take it no longer. “Well — what happened? Tell me!”
Reena stood straight and clasped her hands behind her back, making her boobs just out even farther. “Oh, just some stuff,” she teased, sashaying toward the bed where her best friend sat breathlessly waiting for the details.
“Reena McKenna, if you don’t tell me every single thing right this very minute, I’ll — I’ll — I’ll show my step-brother those Polaroids!”
Reena stared in mock horror. “You wouldn’t! You’re in some, too!”
“Yeah, but I don’t have boobies like you!”
“Oh, you mean these little old things?” Reena cupped her breasts through the tight sweater and looked down at them, as if in surprise. At twelve, her tits — 34Cs — already were too big for her hands to cover.
Cathy reached out and grabbed the waist of her friend’s jeans and yanked her down onto the bed. “Come on — give!”
Reena rolled onto her back and laced her fingers behind her head, under her strawberry blonde curls. “Oh, well, not much to tell,” she said casually, staring up at the ceiling. “Remember what I told you about Michael?”
How could Cathy forget? A high school senior, a varsity football player, big and blond and handsome, who not only had his own car — he had a jet-black Corvette!
Cathy answered the rhetorical question by leaning over Reena and whispering, “And I’ll tell my step-brother you want him to see your picture!”
“Euuuuwwww!” Reena whined. They’d long ago agreed that Jackie was scuzzy. Cute — but scuzzy.
“So --”
“Well, no big deal. We went out, made out in his car, then we sat on his back porch, on one of those big lounge chairs that tilts back, and made out some more.”
“Did you tongue kiss again?” Cathy whispered, her nipples feeling like they were going to burst.
“Um-hmmmm.” Reena sighed, as if remembering.
“And did you let him feel your big tits?”
Reena brought her hands up again to rest on her breasts. “Only after we started drinking the Southern Comfort.”
Cathy’s eyes widened. “Wh-whaaat?”
“He had this pint of Southern Comfort, which is really yecchy sweet, and I pretended to drink it before I let him start playing with my boobs. He drank most of it and got really woozy. That was when I let him get my shirt and bra open.”
Cathy could barely breathe and she knew her little panties were getting wet.
“And did he — you know — did you let him suck them?”
“Mmmmmmm.” Reena’s eyes were closed and she was rubbing her nipples through the sweater. Cathy’s eyes were drawn to the movement of her friend’s fingers. “He licked them and sucked my nipples real hard and it felt soooo good...”
“I’ll bet it did,” Cathy murmured.
“I got so hot, I didn’t even notice when he got my jeans open and put his hand down my panties...”
Cathy’s eyes widened still more. She knelt upright on the bed, rubbing her thighs together in her excitement. She was visualizing the scene, only she was imagining that it was she who was receiving all those horny touches and lickings and suckings. Reena’s eyes were still closed, so Cathy reached up with one hand and began pinching and tugging her own stiff nipples through her OP sweatshirt.
“ ... but when he started rubbing my trigger, I noticed!” Reena slid one hand down to grip her cunt through her jeans. Her hips were revolving just a little bit. “It felt so good, I let him put my hand on his thing!”
“Really??!!?”
“Yeah, oh yeah, and even through his jeans it felt hot and it was big and hard. I squeezed it and he started groaning and begging me to take it out, but I was, y’know, afraid to. But he kept sucking my tits and playing with my pussy and I wanted to get off so bad ... oooohh...”
Cathy was squeezing her left hand between her thighs, rubbing her cunt on it, pinching her nipples with the other, imagining, wishing...