She lived in the same town as I had, and went to the same high school as I do right now, I was a freshman when she was a senior, so I mustve seen her ...t one point.After about 5 minutes I pull into her driveway, and I ring the doorbell. She opens the door, and for some reason she looked better than ever. She was only wearing a white v neck t shirt and short shorts, but for some reason she still looked great."Hey, Javon, follow me".I walk into her fairly small house, suggesting she lives alone. He moved up above her body and she looked at him though heavy eyes, panting, wondering, anticipating; and then felt his stiff cock against her stomach and froze. He had dispatched his pants somehow, and now he was poised above her, rubbing gently against her groin."Yes, do it!"He rubbed himself against her open furrow and she gasped, "Yes, fuck me!"He entered her, but did not fill the wet aching void."Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, and wrapped her legs around him, and lifted herself to him, and. It had been a long day and one too many beers, I guess. Janey and I rode along in silence for a time.I saw Janey check the mirror several times, looking to see if her Mom was asleep."Larry?" she asked softly."Yes?" You know she loves you, don't you?"I let it hang there, not knowing where she was going.She continued. "She knew the first time she met you that you were the one, that you were special. So did I. When she came home that night, she was different, kind of. Better. It was like she. We didn’t waste any time on chit-chat. I kissed her full on the lips. I took off my shirt, held her close, and kissed her again. Oh, those tits felt good against my chest. She invited me to sit down. She put on some seductive music. I don’t know who, but it was romantic, possibly middle-eastern. She started doing a strip tease for me. The bikini top went off first. She then straddled me. Now those tits, unencumbered by a bikini top, rubbed directly against my chest. My dick strained against.