“I want you to meet your parents,” she said for the second, maybe even the third, time. What she meant was that she wanted me to meet her parents. She could’ve been tipsy, but I think it was just her being ditzy as she is in real life. Whatever the case, I was thrilled to the bone as she let me kiss her on the lips; I think there was also some tongue action between us; and fondle her breasts thru her clothes.

Her tits were little as is she, but petite girls are the best. We’d been friends, not even close friends, for a while and I had a crush on her all that time; she’s light-skinned and very cute in the face; but our relationship had just went to the next level. She’s the one who initiated it, much to my surprise. I never knew she liked me in that way. She mostly talked about her ex-boyfriends when we were together.

I figured that kind of relationship between us would never work out in the long run; there were things about me she didn’t know; but I was going to enjoy it while it lasted, so there I was in a state of romantic and sexual bliss as we kissed and embraced while lying, still fully clothed, on what seemed like a bed. I had no intention of meeting her parents, but I wasn’t going to tell her that, at least not before we fucked.

2019 [ August 29 ]