Typical of many young single women, my life consisted of work, evenings out with girlfriends and an endless round of awkward dates. To be fair, I was...a bit bookish and shy in those days. I'm certain that my dates would have preferred someone a bit more vivacious but each time I met someone new, I felt like something special was missing. Occasionally I would date someone long enough to call him my boyfriend. We would do normal couple things; movies, dinner, weekend drives to the ocean and of. He was eager to start. He wanted to taste me. I felt his warm tongue glide across my lips and my concerns melted away. It felt so damn good. His big hands squeezed my thighs as he worked magic with his mouth. I let out a few moans and relaxed on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding between my vagina lips and tasting me like he was trying to get the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone.Lost in the pleasure, I had completely forgotten about his cock until he flexed and it. Everything was ready; the house was tidy, the curtains were drawn, I had condoms and lube out and when the door bell rang, I opened it wearing only the black speedos I had worn to swim training (I wanted Aiden to recognize me haha).Aiden and I shook hands, just like we did the first time we met with me wearing very little and him in shorts and a t-shirt. I find it funny when I meet guys for a hookup and we greet each other with a handshake, knowing full well that we'll be balls deep inside. Dan had to cover his mouth to stifle his snickering. Even in a pissed-off mood, Karen’s voice was music to his ears. “Thanks for coming home and helping me shovel the driveway. Do you know what time it is? I Hope the guy you fucked with was worth it!” she snapped at Vicky.Her hair looked frazzled, and her sweatshirt, damp from perspiration. Dan had to cover his mouth again as he laughed lightly at Karen’s comment. God, how he missed the sound of her beautiful voice.“Oh, believe me, he was.