So over time we became friends instead of lovers. But I could tell my sex tales became more and more distressing. Admittedly I knew the effect they ha... on her. I loved how she would cross and uncross her legs as I could imagine her lust becoming an uncomfortable dampness between her thighs. I wanted her so bad! But I had to be careful and patient until the opportunity arose to give her what she wanted. One night around 11 the chance came. I heard a knock on my door and as was my custom I. I stood to examine the photos. One showed the cheerleader who'd leaped from her chair and whose breasts bounced under her shirt. Her face was sad in the photo, as if she'd just lost a dear pet. The second was a girl I hadn't seen at the outing. The third was very familiar. Carol, the skinny one with the eyes! Shit! Had I gotten her pregnant? Zenellis or any of the others would have had an easy time with her after she and I had fucked. No way was I going to volunteer any more information.. I had to be assured we were completely alone in the house and I also wanted to keep it a special treat. I would make the most of it by preparing myself mentally in advance, brewing my anticipation to just the right pitch. With Max’s help, I gained a Maestro’s control of my orgasms and played them into a beautiful symphony with one climax keying up in line to follow its predecessor in perfect, elongated measure. When we got things working perfectly I could immerse myself in a kind of opium-like. "Now, both your parents work on Monday? What time are they gone?" she continued."They leave before eight," I informed her."Good, Then I will see you around nine. Make sure the garage is open," she responded before the line went dead.I was out of bed and redressed in the blink of an eye. I then began the task of making my room presentable to visitors. As I worked I thought about Valerie and it seemed to quicken my pace. Sunday seemed to drag on forever but finally passed, and before I knew it.