I laughed and said thank you. We watched the movie and after 5 mins or so I could feel her hand closing towards me. And then she put her hand above my...dick and started pressing it.I was really enjoying it.I held her head and started kissing her.She too responded back with more. We were kissing like mad lovers.The tension was high between us as we both were touching and fondling each other’s private regions.We decided to leave the movie in between and headed straight to her home. Upon reaching. If our first kiss was intense, this was lust to the bone. His chin smeared across the wet saliva layering my own while he plumbed my mouth as if he could find the entrance to my soul deep within. The fact is, he did. I was his. He knew it and I knew it. I curled my arms around his neck as he pulled my torso flush with his, our tongues dancing above, our painfully erect manhoods dancing below. His: open, out in the air, glistening with my spit, rubbing against the fabric that still hid mine.As I. Old and young. There were a few couples quietly talking to each other and also scanning the room. I was the only single female there. I suddenly felt like I imagine a rabbit must feel like when confronted with a pack of dogs. As I sat sipping my vodka an older gentleman came over to talk to me. He was nice to chat to, but I knew I wasn't interested in fucking him. I planned on taking my time that night, picking the best of the bunch for myself. After a while, and after my heart rate returned. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you.’ ‘Me either.’ She laid her cheek on my chest. ‘When I’m with you, I feel so safe, so loved, so…just…right, it scares me. Like the rest of my life before I met you had no meaning because you weren’t a part of it.’ ‘The rest of your life has meaning. It made you who you are, so that I could find you sitting on that bench and fall head over heels in love with you.’ What the hell kind of stuff am I spewing? This isn’t the way I talk. Did I really just tell her.