She pretended she didn’t even see, chuckled, and said, ‘Want to watch TV together? No one will be home for a few hours. It’s just you and me, so...we can do anything you want.’ I don’t remember all the details, but I’ll never forget how awkward watching TV – with my boxers still down and only a tiny, thin blanket covering my erection – was. I don’t remember what we were watching when she casually said, ‘Do you mind if I get naked?’ I must have looked at her like twelve hits of acid had just. You're even more handsome in person." I made a quick study of her.She had on a strapless black dress, pleated around the bust and tight around the body. She was trim, with toned arms and a narrow almost long neck. The dress went only half way down her legs, didn't even come close to her knees. A black pair of sheer pantyhose bent the light around her thighs, knees and ankles.She put her hands to her shoulders and gave me two tilts of her hips."Well, am I what you expected?" She caught me off. I found her stories arousing - when a boy first felt up her shirt and down her pants. I experienced my first wetness between my legs, playing out her stories in my mind at night, touching myself where the boy had touched her. It's funny, but I would take turns envisioning myself in her place being touched, but also his place, touching her body. Both scenarios caused my pussy to drip. I wasn't supposed to have these aches for Cassie, was I?Cassie kept pushing me to like a boy, saying some boys. “More wine, my sailor.” She smiled and held up her empty glass. I filled her glass and mine, then looked at her taking a big sip, but I wanted to hear why her thoughts and feeling made religion hard for her. “What is the problem? Why do your thoughts and feelings make it hard?” I took another sip of my wine. Both of us were getting drunker, but it felt good to be getting to know her. “I am told I should be a virgin when I marry but I am not a virgin. I love fucking and I do not want to marry.