“You live here?” I asked. “Let’s go in.” I was nervous being so close to busy streets. “Nah, it’s my girlfriend’s, but her parents and...brother are out of town and she’s at a mall or something. I know where they hide the key.” He held it up, then used it to open the door. “How long until she’s back?” He shrugged. “At least two hours. I think she’s getting her nails done, too.” I stifled my concerns, deciding we’d better keep this quick. We stepped into a wood-floored foyer that opened to the. Lip gloss and sneakers completed my Milfy / upscale trailer park trash look. I knew nobody was gonna see me, but it was thrilling to be so brazen. I headed out in my old truck for an Egg McMuffin. I started grinding my ass back and forth on the seat to the beat of the music as my butt plug buzzed away. I periodically rubbed my clit through my thin pants and clinched my hungry pussy muscles. The crotch of my pants was getting wet. I was singing along to AC/DC’s “Touch Too Much” when thick,. I started feeling horny about her as days passed. We became best friends and we used to share everything. I used to tell her about girls with whom I had done it, what I feel about sex etc. She also later got open to me telling that it was her mistake not allowing her ex for fuck. I used to tell her it was his mistake leaving her. If you like someone then you should do whatever you can to make them feel comfortable and later he could’ve changed her mindset and thoughts about sex. Anyway, it was. The next week went by with much of the same, though somehow, a couple of Frank’s friends ended up joining the table’s occupants. Earl Hayes was a skinny black kid, who never really looked at me. Then there was Beth McNeil, a pudgy female nerd.I was a sometime participant in the conversations at the table, though most of the time I was reading or doing homework. They were nice and tried to include me in the conversations, it was I just think I wasn’t ready to come out of my shell just yet. That.