Her hips writhed in rhythm to her fingers, and she knew that she was ready to come.Her hungry pussy was on fire. The doorbell brought her back to real...ty."Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door."Who is it?" she asked."I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue. At eighteen shy and thin as a bone I settled just to be her friend. She was single and dated a different guy almost nightly. Its funny how fate has a way of pairing up the two that need each other.Turns out she was very suseptable to adiction, weather alcohol, d**gs or sex and I was the anchor she needed to keep her from total anialation of herself. We became best of friends and I was he go to guy for the end of the night after her dates to stop by and visit and usually spend the night with in. Anna, her best friend came alongside her, almost mesmerized by the man's outfit. "Hi Anna . . . I love the ballerina outfit. Nothing more exciting than a young girl in tights and a leotard I always say." "Daddy! Don't embarrass her," she said surprised at her father's response. "Jenna . . . if your daddy can wear that thin diaper . . . what I'm wearing ain't nothing to be shy about!" she said, suddenly feeling the effect of the punch as horny thoughts drifted through her mind as the man's hard. She saw me and we both were dumbstruck for a minute and didn’t know what to do. I don’t know how or why I said but I said ‘You look gorgeous without dress’. She felt shy and just closed her eyes and tried to cover her boobs with hands. I went near her, held her cheeks and planted a kiss on her lips; a vibration went through her body. Our tongues met and we were exchanging saliva in less than a minute kissing like mad dogs.She broke the kiss and went near the wall and I don’t know what she was.