I leaned forward and grabbed her by the wrist. With a strangled yelp, more of surprise than pain, she allowed herself to be guided into my lap and ove... my knee. We sat like that for what seemed to be an eternity, a deafening silence in the room that was so thick it was suffocating. It was as if neither of us could break the psychic attrition, nor had the inclination. “Is something wrong, Tony?” The sound of her voice, oddly flat reconnected me to reality. I sighed silently. “You are scared,. She turned around to face us, and again made a little face of discomfort. This time, she reached for the high neck of her blouse and opened it very slightly. She shook her head, as if realizing that wasn't what was most uncomfortable, reached for her waist, and opened the clasp. Her skirt fell to her feet, revealing what turned out not to be black panties, but high-cut panties of a lovely dark chocolate shade. I whispered to Gerri, "Do you like chocolate-covered pussy?"BLAT she rather loudly. He was my best friend's father. I first found myself attracted to Mr. Patterson when I was eighteen. Due to his career, he was always away on business trips, leaving his daughter, my best friend Louisa (also my age) alone. So I would often stay at her house to keep her company. One day Mr. Patterson came home early from work while I was alone in his house, Louisa had gone out to get some groceries. I was terribly upset over an argument I had with another friend of mine so he comforted me and. Most of her time in High School was spent in the library reading. Most guys wouldn’t even talk to her, she never understood why. Sometimes she saw them staring, but they would never say anything. She’d never even been on a date before, she had always just assumed that guys weren’t attracted to her. In fact, she had never even been kissed.Eventually she had learned to live with it, although she often felt lonely… not to mention horny. She fantasized quite a bit, mostly about older men. Boys her.