* * * ‘Look, I feel bad about pushing you so hard out there,’ Alan told her as they pulled onto their street, ‘Let a guy take you out for breakf...st?’ ‘Lovely, mate. Let me just shower off. Meet you at your house in thirty?’ ‘Cool with me.’ Half an hour later Alan watched her amble across the road up to his door. He was waiting on the porch, having quickly cleaned up and changed. As he watched her approach he was taken aback by her looks. She was almost as tall as him, probably 5’9′, and she had. I started to stroke her vagina. She spread her legs to give me better access and I leaned down to lick it."Oh," she purred. "My pussy likes that. Please don't stop."Hell, I'd just started. I burrowed my face into it and smelled her. I licked my way around her lips and up along her ass crack. My hands fastened around her small firm buttocks and I feasted on her deliciously swollen clit. Her clit was large for such a small woman and as I flicked at it, it got hard and pushed up from her inner. As I said, somewhat chubby, but pleasant to check out under the circumstances, there was something kind of sweet about the little bulge of cleavage between her big round breasts, the roll of her tummy, her little chubby fingers with tribal-style rings on each hand, the tattoo on one ankle, the little chubby toes in her flip-flops. From her feet I looked back up at her face-- and her eyes were open, staring at me."Busted," she whispered."Sorry," I said, my face flushing. "Not much else to do on. Moments like these typically made me choke on my own tongue. This time was different though. I didn’t have the confrontation of a face-to-face conversation. I was daring and brave behind a computer screen, though, and this was an opportunity to turn on my alter-ego. And, worst case scenario, I could deny, deny, deny. I could possibly get my roommate to cover my ass and say it was him on my computer fucking around in the chat rooms. That wasn’t uncommon, nonetheless, that was my story and I was.