The situation was moving much faster than Kim had expected and she found herself blushing. Just then a timer went off and she got up and excused herse...f to bring the meal to the table. The conversation between the two men dealt mainly with college matters and Kim was left alone with her thoughts and expectations. She ate little, a point John noticed with satisfaction. She normally had a good appetite so her present nibbling could only be either fear or excitement. Whatever it was, it augured. She was a looker for sure. About once a month during the summer my family and theirs would go the coast with our sea doos and wave runners and spend long weekends there at beach houses our parents had. Both our families were large and it was always fun. Jill never paid much attention to me, I mean she did not pay alot of sexual attention to me and I did not expect her to. I mean she was good looking and all but it never occurred to me that one day I might get to fuck her. There we all were down. OH F U C K!! Have you ever been in that moment where you know there is one right answer but there are multiple wrong answers? Everything in your gut tells you take door number 2 but that gah damn little demon on your shoulder screams “Dont fuck this up!” “Babe I’d do anything for you, you know that” i answered. “But, youve never talked about this before?” I questioned.“Because i thought you’d say no or be a jerk about it” she replied. (Fuck heading towards door #2!) “Why does it turn you on so. ." She stopped abruptly and her face flushed bright crimson."Well done, Mary Elizabeth," Father chuckled. "I knew you were a quick study. Perhaps training my new slave-girl won't take as long as I reckoned."Mrs. Whitfield stood, whether to run to him or to flee, I wasn't sure, and neither was she. Father shoved back his chair with a rattle and stood facing her."You, sir, are no gentleman and I do not accept your offer of marriage," she said indignantly."You have the cart before the horse. I.