“Yes, yes, it will be wonderful but we have to slow down.”There was no slowing down for Julie. “I can’t wait.” It was almost a growl. ...he grabbed at my belt, trying to undo it, but not making a good job of it. “I want you. Now... I want you to fuck me.”This was a new Julie, not the pudgy, sexless person who had walked in but a woman, almost like an a****l in heat, her own desire making her all the more desirable.‘Okay, okay,” I said, giving in. “But – if you do trust me, then let me. Her vagina starting to respond, growing hot and wet. In a few minutes, her juices would seep from her, and start trickling down her lips, around her clit.She closed her eyes, and tried to picture how her pussy would appear as she became more turned on.She remembered the first time she had looked at herself, as a teenager, when she started to develop pubic hair. She had taken a small hand mirror and sat on her bed, her legs spread. She used the fingers of one hand to spread her labia, amazed at. I let her get a few paces ahead as we climber the staircase, so that the subtle swish-swish of her bottom beneath the choir robe was in my direct line of sight. We got to the room, and after the third key was tried, I was able to open the door. “I’ll just wait downstairs” I told her. “Come meet me back in the vesting sacristy when you’re done.” “No, please, don’t leave me alone up here,” she replied. It’s too quiet and scary. Can you just wait outside the door? I won’t be long.” “Sure, why. She kissed his cheek and opened the door for him. "I will call you. Take care."His goodbye was almost cut off with the closing of the door.The next few days passed without a phone call. Robert worried that she wouldn't call. With time on his hands to think, he realised that she had not told him how she felt. She hadn't said she loved him and he began to convince himself that it was all him, all one sided. He didn't have her number. He knew where she lived, but he wasn't going to hang around the.