I would keep her on the phone as long as I could, inwardly glowing at the thought of such a gorgeous creature enjoying my company. I wasn’t deluding...myself that it was love—I certainly wasn’t in “love” with her—but a part of me hoped that against all odds she had started finding the scrawny nerd kid mysteriously attractive. That was all dashed to pieces four weeks into our friendship, when I finally got up the guts to ask her out. It was at a party Corrine had invited me to. I threw down a. I don’t know why I just couldn’t. The house was eerily quiet. It was around two in the morning so of course everyone was asleep. I decided to watch some steamy television and relax. I got a text from my friend who wanted to know why I was still awake, he lives in another state so it was about 11 over there. He called soon afterwards and decided that he wanted a little more out of the conversation. I declined; he has a girlfriend so it wouldn’t be right. Besides, I was feeling really frisky and. My juices were leaking through the shorts and wetting her fingertips. I started kissing her neck and pulled out her breast gently from her dress. I kissed her down to her nipple, making it hard with my tongue, making her moan, and telling me how much she liked it. My other hand slid under her dress. I started caressing her thigh and sliding up to her vagina. I hesitated at first, but she moved in closer so my fingers could slide up and down around her wet vagina. It felt so nice. She was. I did not allow her to unwind completely. Once she was more or less stable again, I slid in between her knees and pushed my cock into her now extremely moist pussy. My immediate reaction was that her cunt was every bit as tight as her daughter's because the friction of those muscles on my cock was absolutely wonderful. I could not thrust at even a moderate speed. The best that I could manage was a slow, powerful thrust, moving from nearly out of her completely to stubbornly pushing into her.