She was barely 18, and had been through a hugely traumatic event. Maybe it was natural for her to latch on to the only guy in her life that could offe... her stability and safety. But I shouldn't be returning her affection like that. I should be acting my age, and with the responsibility I had towards her, and not hopping into bed with her.On the other hand, I hadn't hopped in to bed with her in any but the most literal sense. We hadn't made love. We had kissed, yes, and that was probably a huge. I began to expose myself occasionally to her ‘accidentally.’ I’d have my flaccid penis hanging out of my pajamas and walk by at a time she would likely be looking. I’d pull my towel off right before I entered my room, in clear view of her. I would wait in my bedroom with the door half open waiting to hear her moving around and as she opened her door I would have my underwear at my ankles and pretend to pull them up quickly. All of these were portrayed as inadvertent and innocent and unlikely to. So I laid back again. Strangely, I would hear a noise coming from her and her head kept going back and forward, and I thought that maybe she was sick. So I got up to ask if she was okay. By the time I got to her, I thought that what I saw was a dream. Her fingers were going in and out of her pretty Black pussy. I looked and then I could smell the delightful aroma of pussy in the air. She opened her eyes and smiled a bit and closed them again as she moaned in pleasure. I love pussy and when I. Her pussy was the wettest pussy I ever felt. No need to gently insert my fingers. She was dripping wet and my fingers went in and out of her with ease first time. I was so turned on and said among the passionate other things that "I want to strip for you". We continued for quite a while until it started to rain. Soon we were back in her apartment and on her couch. She in a teasing way when we managed to come up for air...LOL "so do you still want to strip for me?" I honestly didn't think she.