There were at least a dozen empty beer bottles s**ttered around the room, on the floor and on the furniture. Plastic cups, some half-full of beer or o...her, harder drinks, were all over the place. T large wet spot on the floor marked An empty pizza box hung over the television; it was off, but the Playstation was on. Kyle's hamper had been overturned, and dirty clothes were strewn about the room. The mattress on Kyle's bed had been pulled halfway off the bed frame and turned around so it sloped. Her long hair had come loose and was cascading down her back and over her shoulders hanging between us, and her eyes were wide and sparkling. It was the first time that I had noticed that they were not blue but a bright green. She probably looked a mess, her lipstick was smudged and so was her eye make-up and her normally, carefully brushed and combed hair hung in a pale cloud, but at that moment I thought she looked prettier than I had ever seen her. I moved my hands to grasp her buttocks. Aunt Amelia's cook stood in the doorway, looking unhappy, wringing her apron. "Dere's a man down in the kitchen. Was on d'back porch when I ah lit d'stove fire. Wants to see Mr. Fields, he says." What kind of man, a soldier?" Anne asked as her toes found her slippers. "Is he British?" Just a man, great big man. He ain't old." Be right down," Anne said, shrugging into her quilted robe. She hurried along the hall and found Billy sitting on the side of his bed, head bowed. "Man here to see you,". On her way to work and almost instantaneously fell in love. She stood about 5 '3", blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful breasts and thighs that would make anyone take a second look. She was wearing a short skirt and if it was any shorter would have revealed her panties. We began talking about trivial things: her job, my job, our hobbies, etc. After about 10 minutes of conversation in the parking lot, we kissed. Our tongues touched and she moaned, softly. As we kissed, I touched her inner thigh..