"Mind if I show up at seven? My parents want me back by eleven." I called back to say that seven would be fine, and that I'd see her then.She appeared...promptly at seven with a videotape in her hand. "I found something you should like," she announced."Great. You can come help me with the other part of the evening."She followed me into the living room. "Don't tell me, you haven't set the table yet?" Only because I was waiting for your artistic touch." Flattered, I'm sure. Is everything still in. Harsh light from above. Big windows, clouds — nimbus — outside. An oppressive air. People filtering in. Sitting in the third row; used to sit in the front but moved to see Marisa. The captain of the volleyball team, she towered over me. She filed in now, eased her lanky frame into the seat, stretching her toned muscles, undoing her ponytail and letting her unnaturally silky corn-blonde hair fall free. She turned to another girl and whispered something, eyelashes flickering over her. I got on all fours and followed her, I couldn’t stop looking at her perfect ass on the way up the stairs. Whit all I had done, I was so excited, I felt like I loved her so much, and the idea of serving her for the rest of my life felt like heaven. We went into a room, whit a large bed, drors, a closet, and a bath room. On the bed there was a silk underwear pink night dress, with flower pattern “your dad loves when I wear pink a nightdress” I looked at her. She took of all her clothes. And when. She didn't drink and spent the night talking to me and looking over suggestively. At the end of the night she insisted on running a few people home and purposefully went a route whereby I'd be last drop.As we approached my street she asked how far down my house was before pulling over a long way short. We chatted and got on great and she then asked for a Christmas kiss for the lift home, not a problem I thought but still I'll tease"you didn't ask any of the others for one" I didn't want to fuck.