One guy in particular I noticed. I guess he was around 40 years old, wearing a loose pair of trainingpants and a t-shirt, he wasn�t fat but had just...this little tummy I found very attractive. I looked at himfrom the corner of my eyes, seeing how he had his hand in his crotch and was stroking his cock in hispants. I sat there for a while, getting very horny looking at this man and the two sailors on the screen,my heart was pounding in my chest and my cock throbbing in my tight lacy panties. I. She did also leave a clear hint that it was the wrong time of month, so at least I knew I didn't have any worries on that front.Instead of bringing us together, it just seemed to force us apart. Karen's attitude seemed to be that she had been caught in a moment of weakness. Perhaps she felt I had taken advantage of her, but caught in such an intensely erotic situation any red-blooded male would have done what I did.We split up soon afterwards. Ironically a couple of months later I started going. It was a dense forest but I was in no mood to stop so I went down on her and started eating her pussy slowly, though the forest was a hindrance that did not deter me from eating that wet cave of love.After around 15minutes of sucking the caves, she told me that she wanted to blow the shit out from my dick to which I gave an emphatic yes and pulled my pants down. My tool was standing erect saluting the Bengali born Marathi speaking pune bombshell literally saying come on I am your whistle for. What was I getting myself into?We hadn't even gone on a real date yet! Just a season's worth of hockey games and post-game parties with really no time alone together.Except for two minutes.And then there was that. When we'd made the bet, I'd expected something where I would have to please or pleasure him. Instead, he'd made me remain completely passive while he touched me. I didn't "do" anything. I'd loved it, and I didn't know what to think about it.Mom had always raised me and my sister.