I had decided to stop by Craig's on the way here, which I was not sure was a good idea. He was not suggesting sex, but I knew that he really wanted so...ething more than kissing and the over the clothes stuff . A lot happened once Stephanie got home. We talked about random life things and ate some pizza and just chilled like old times, but I knew the discussion was around the corner. "So what did you really want to talk about?" she asked me curiously. "I know there is something." "Can't a girl. I was obsessed, my body burned, I flaunted myself as much as possible within the bounds of decency, and sometimes even outside of those bounds in pretend-innocence. I was desperate to have sex, my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts that made me tingle and soaked my panties, but I was a good girl, a little too good to make the first move, but not too good to do everything I could to entice someone around me to give me that final push. Here’s my fantasy of what my first time could have. Nothing.I bumped into a slim, younger woman, spilling her drink on her neat black dress. I apologised as best I could, but she just threw her arms around my neck and gave me an alcohol fumed snog. Her tongue battered its was past my teeth and we wrestled a little. My hands went around and grabbed her bum, sliding under the short dress and gripping her naked buttocks.The clock struck 12. Everyone 'Happy New Yeared', and the woman leaned against me again, another kiss and grope."Come on," she. . it's a quarter to four and she should almost be finished with her dentist appointment. Man that was close! Ran a couple of stop signs, hoping no police were around, down the familiar block, past the old house-where my old girlfriend used to live. I sure fucked her ass off; more than a couple of times, but that is a far cry from the ...oh shit! I almost missed the turn. Just a few short moments ago...a mere twenty minutes at most, still sweaty and reeking of the carnage; that was probably the.