“Hmmm, so which one of you is going to give me a welcome home blowjob today?” It was one of those half serious/half joking comments. He played it ...onfidently but with a bit of playfulness as he kept looking back and forth at us with a sly smile. I looked over at Jessica and noticed a very wanton look on her face. I could tell she was asking me something with her eyes… asking for permission to take Gibson up on his request. I gave a slight nod, and that was all the encouragement she needed.. Deanne got dressed as well, then turned toward me. There followed an awkward silence, which Deanne broke by saying she had to go home and help her mother get dinner ready. With that, she ran off darting around bushes and trees.During the fall of that year, we were playing football in our back yard. Someone threw the ball a little too high and it slid under some spreading evergreen bushes. As I was crawling in after it, I found a six pack of beer. I started to yell out about the discovery. I leaned over and lifted up her skirt to see for myself and yes they were blue, she giggled. As I looked under her skirt, she opened her legs and I slipped my hand on the inside of her thigh, slowly carressing her, she giggled again. As I made my way up her leg, she put her arm around my neck, when I reached the top I ran my finger down the front of her knickers.With her arm around my neck I leaned in to kiss her, soon we were snogging, tongues and all, as I was running my finger up and down. When the lasagna was ready, she opened a bottle of red wine and only then I noticed she was and had been as nervous as I was all the time. I told myself I had to forget about being so nervous, get rid of my shyness, build up some courage and take up the reins right there.She was already sitting at the table. I was standing, about to serve a portion of lasagna. Instead, I left the tray on the table, circled back behind her and kissed her on her head. Her hair was still a bit damp, and I smelled.