Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 11:13:11 -0600
From: Valenti Valenti <valenti@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rose

Rose (F/f)
By Valenti
Valenti@hotmail.com

Since my divorce six months ago, I have been living on my own with both
my daughters 2 and 4 years old and trying to settle into a new life after
5 years of marriage. I have no family in town and with having to work and
watch the kids, I'm pretty much overwhelmed with every day life. I'm 26
years old, 5'1" tall, and I weigh 105 lbs soaking wet. I have short blond
hair, a pretty face, and my breasts are small but perky. I have a defined
figure that emphasizes the curves of my waist and hips so although I'm
thin, I look pretty good. A nice little package as they say. Generally
most men find me sexy and attractive but I'm on the shy side and usually
don't encourage or flirt very much. Well as I said, I was finding my new
life as a single parent quite overwhelming. Once I finish work for the
day, spend time with the kids and get them ready for bed, I'm usually
exhausted and ready to call it a night. I was not in a good situation
considering life wasn't too bad just a short year ago before my husband
screwed around on me but that's another story.

The two-bedroom apartment I live in is attached to another one the same
as mine but the opposite layout. It's a two-story apartment and the main
floor has a kitchen, a laundry room, a nice large living room, and a half
bath. Upstairs there are two bedrooms and a full bathroom. The walls in
these apartments are paper-thin and I can hear almost everything that
goes on in the next apartment and the same goes for my neighbor. Some
nights when I'm in bed I would hear a banging rhythm on the wall that
sounded like someone was getting a good lay. I could only imagine the
scene since my headboard would be back to back from next doors'. One day
I finally met my neighbor. Rose was her name. She was a very friendly
lady, a widow, and I'd guess her to be in her late 40s maybe early 50s.
Rose and I had talked several times outside while cooking out or picking
up the mail and we both became fast friends for coffee and conversation.
Rose was attractive in her own way. She was taller than I, about 5'7 or
so. She was a little thick on the waist and ass but she carried it well.
Overall she was what some guys would say "a looker" From what I could
see, she had an ample amount of breasts which I was sure she either used
a wire lift bra to hold them up or had a boob job done at some point in
time. Either way she was pleasant and not too bad looking for an older
woman.

Over the last few months Rose and I had become good friends. She was a
big help to me with the girls while I did chores and helped me clean up
around the apartment from time to time so that I could have some free
time. She generally helped to make my life easier and I appreciated
having her around. Maybe she felt sorry for me since she knew my family
was out of state and I had no one around for emotional support or to help
me cope. I continued to live in state because of the joint child custody
agreement that was worked out during the divorce. So, she was like a
friend, a sister, and a mother to me all in the same package.
Rose had been a widow for 3 years. She never had children and her family
didn't live close by.  When her husband Bill died, he left her a small
pension and a life insurance policy to draw on so last year she decided
to sell the house and get this small apartment. I knew she had a few
friends in town but after her husband's death, she told one time that she
saw less and less of them since they were mostly her husband's friends
anyway. I knew that when Rose wasn't working at her part-time job as a
security officer, and is at home alone, she feels lonely. So despite our
age differences and because of her circumstances and mine, we both hit it
off and became fast friends.

On occasion Rose would stay with the kids if I needed help or if I just
wanted to get out for the night with the some of the girls at the office
but for the most part, I didn't socialize much outside of work. Money was
tight for me, and so most weekends I stayed home catching up on things,
shopping, cleaning, swimming lessons with the kids and hanging out at
home watching movies. Rose sometimes came over on Friday or Saturday
nights to watch videos with me and I enjoyed her company. Usually after
the kids were in bed, Rose and I would talk, have a few drinks, snack out
on munchies, watch videos and generally just be good friends. I was
grateful to have her company and like I said, I looked forward to her
visits. As different as we were age wise, I liked her and I knew she felt
the same towards me. More often than not on those late video nights we
would end up curled under a nice warm blanket together watching videos
and sometimes fall fast asleep on the sofa. Then in the mornings we would
wake up cramped from such a lousy sleeping position and we'd complain how
sore we were.

One night I awoke in the middle of the night. I had fallen asleep
stretched out on the sofa with my head on the armrest facing out. Rose
had fallen asleep sitting on the floor, her right shoulder leaning
against the front of the sofa, and her head resting near the armrest
facing me just inches away from my face. The room was dimly lit with the
soft light coming from the TV set that was still on and I could see the
silhouetted outline of her body through the dim light. She was so close I
could feel her breathing on my face. Her mouth was just inches from mine
and she looked so peaceful. In that instant I had a sudden urge to kiss
her. In that moment I felt very attracted to her and a little confused
about my feelings towards her. I wasn't sure actually what I was feeling
but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. I wanted very much to kiss her on her
mouth, maybe as a gesture of gratitude I suppose because she was such a
good friend to me but I resisted. This was a strange feeling for me. One
that I've never had and wasn't sure what to do about it. To feel this way
about another woman sort of scared me. I had thought about Rose in that
way a couple of weeks earlier when I heard the familiar rhythmic noise
coming from the other side of the wall from Rose's apartment. I was in my
bed well after ten o'clock that night pleasuring myself. I didn't take a
rocket scientist to know what was going on and I had imagined her lying
on her back doing herself. Thinking of her in that position while I was
masturbating gave me one of the most furious orgasms that I had in a long
time. I sometimes wondered whether she had company over but I knew
better. I figured she masturbated at least 4 nights a week and right
around the time I was getting into bed for the night. All I knew is that
when I masturbated, I make sure I'm quiet.

Prior to that I had never even considered any attraction towards woman
but after meeting Rose and knowing what she does at night just inches
from me on the other side of the wall, began to enjoy making myself cum
that way. I think that's another reason why I wanted to kiss Rose that
night when her face was so close to mine.

I probably could have gotten away with it but I resisted placing my lips
on hers at that moment and I moved my head slowly trying not to wake her.
I had a good view of her large breasts from the angle I was looking from
and I stared for a few moments wondering how they would feel to my touch.
God what am I thinking I questioned myself. This isn't right! That night
Rose had worn a low cut sweater and right now it was pulled down even
lower by the way she was sitting. Her left breast that was almost fully
out of her bra and I was amazed at how large and round her breasts were
at least in comparison to mine. I was tempted to feel them through her
sweater gently. I thought this is crazy! What is going on with me? If I
tried anything I would surly lose a good friend and besides Rose was old
enough to be my mother. I got up slowly tying not to wake her and I went
pee. I heard the kids upstairs and that meant the beginning of another
day.

Anyway it became routine with us to have our weekend video nights every
couple of weeks and I at least looked forward to them. Over the next few
weeks after that night I began to think of Rose more and more in a sexual
way. I reasoned that because I hadn't been laid in so long that I was
just unusually horny. At I would secretly listen and hope that Rose would
get into her routine. When she masturbated in her room I could hear her
bed creak and I would sometimes try and cum with her pretending that we
were fingering each other. I guess most nights lately I would think of
her and get wet. Did she have the same thoughts as me? What was happening
to me? Maybe it was too long since I had been laid but I didn't care to
justify it. Our little weekend parties continued and on occasion if the
kids were acting up, they didn't get to bed until after ten. On those
nights Rose would come over later and already be in her pajamas and robe
since the walk over from her front door to mine was less than six feet
away. This way she said all she had to do was go home and crawl into bed.
It became the norm around here. She seemed to always have some new pajama
set or robe to show me. Her collection of robes and pajamas were rather
boring though, usually flannel gowns or flannel pajamas. I secretly
wished that she'd come over one night in a sexy teddy since I didn't have
the nerve to wear one around her, maybe she could have broken the ice
sort to speak. Sometimes she wore a tight fitting silk pant set and top
and that was nice but mostly she just wore flannel gowns covered up with
a housecoat. Rose is much more outgoing that I am and at first I was a
little uncomfortable being around her when she came over dressed like
that and so as not to feel out of place I would get my Pjs on as well
either before or after she arrived. For pajamas, most of the time I would
just wear oversized T-shirts, panties, bra and warm wooly socks. After
about the second time, I was more comfortable with the whole idea
sometimes I even removed my bra and panties and had nothing on
underneath. It was a lot more relaxing lounging around in Pjs than having
to sit in a pair of tight jeans all night. At least that's what Rose
always used to say, and I must say I agree with her.

A few weeks later we got together again and on late nights like that, we
sometimes fell asleep just like we did a couple of weekends ago and one
of us, usually Rose would end up on the floor and sore. I remembered the
sofa was also a pull out bed so I suggested we pull the sofa bed out and
have more room to sit and stretch out. I realized how that must have
sounded right after I said it and what must have been going through Roe's
mind. I felt embarrassed and hoped she didn't notice it. Surprisingly,
Rose thought it was a good idea and she readied the video while I pulled
out the sofa. She casually mentioned that this was a great idea since she
was always the one who ended up on the carpet. "At least I won't get sore
and cramped up". She laughed and "At my age I can't take the pain".
We laughed together about that and I went upstairs to find some extra
bedding and before I came down I stripped out of my jeans and T-shirt,
removed my panties and bra and changed into my pajamas. I decided to wear
my plain Mickey Mouse long flannel nightgown. I felt a little
self-conscious when I noticed my nipples of my small breasts trying to
protrude from beneath the stretch material but for some reason I wasn't
bothered about it. I mean heck! it wasn't the first that I was in my
pajamas around Rose. It was however, the first time I wore Mickey Mouse
without a bra.

When I came down Rose commented how cute I looked with Mickey on. "Ah you
saw this before " I said. "That's the kind of stuff an ole gal like me
would wear", she said laughing. " I would have thought at your age you'd
be the slinky sexy lingerie type. You have a sexy figure you should show
it off not hide it!" she said. "I'd kill for a body like yours again" I
quick rush of excitement came over my body, I'm sure I blushed and looked
away incase she noticed. "I'm pretty shy you know that. I couldn't run
around in that stuff" I told her. "I have some nice lingerie but I don't
wear it much because I freeze my ass off in them," I smiled at her and
she laughed." "Ya but even my pjs are always sexier than yours and I'm
almost double your age!" she said teasingly. "You have a nice little
figure, and you look great in anything you wear, but you know that
anyway." Rose said as she slipped her robe off and sat on the bed
searching for the remote. "No I didn't know that" I commented. "I really
don't think so, at least my ex husband didn't think so, but I'll take it
as a compliment anyway." "And since we're giving compliments, wow you
look great in those," I told her casually and I went to get the popcorn.
"Did you just buy those? I asked commenting on her new pjs. Tonight she
was wearing a new silk pajamas set and she did look great in it. "Thanks"
she said, "I was getting tired of the same old boring things just like
I've been telling you, do you like it?" I told her I did and I was very
careful not to make it obvious that I was staring at her breasts through
the stretched buttons of her top. She was a little top heavy for it and
she wasn't wearing a bra either. "I always have to buy my tops too large
or they fit too tight around my boobs. That's the only thing I don't like
about it but it is comfortable though and it feels nice against my skin."
she said. Her nipples looked like they were trying to push themselves out
of the smooth silk material and I unintentionally looked down at my own,
maybe I should have worn a bra. I think Rose noticed. As I was getting
the popcorn she challenged me to wear something sexier than what she has
next time. I looked at her with that "ya right" look and said, "maybe
next time".
" Oh shoot!" she said, I almost forgot about the margaritas. Rose got up,
went to the kitchen, blended the mixture and came back with our drinks. I
tried not to look too obvious as I noticed her in that top. I wondered if
she wore it on purpose to tease me or was I just letting my imagination
run wild. I was curious.

We had plenty of pillows to prop ourselves up and we watched videos,
drank margaritas and ate popcorn. It was like an all girl, all night
sleepover party and told Rose so. "The only thing missing are the dare
games we used to play, did you ever do ever play dare with your
girlfriends?" she asked. "Sure I guess so" I replied. We snickered and
played footsies under the blankets and watched Nine and Half Weeks. We
had not seen it before but I had had heard about it. It had been her turn
to pick this time and she pick this one.
By the 3rd margarita maybe it wasn't the most appropriate video to watch.
I thought it was way too sexy but I didn't want to say anything about it
and left it to Rose to make her usual critiques. She thought it was
pretty good and sexy, and I agreed. By now I was feeling a little tipsy
from the drinks and mentioned that I should cut myself off before I made
a fool out of myself and with that Rose got up and fixed us another
round. We sat in that sofa bed and talked, watched some TV and I couldn't
help to shift and fidget to get more comfortable. Rose was doing the same
and in the course of bouncing around she would innocently brush or touch
up against me. Each time we touched I would feel small electric rushes
and a tingling in my pussy. I knew I was wet down there and I hoped I
didn't show a wet spot. I admit that I was in an erotic mood and I
wondered if Rose felt the same. I wondered if she was having thoughts of
lust as well or was I just making too much out it. With Rose beside me, I
accidentally spilled some of my drink on Rose's arm and hand and without
thinking I licked the spill off the back of her hand. "Opps! I said. "we
wouldn't want to waste any do we?" I knew then that I was a little drunk.
I got it all over the sleeve of her nice pajamas and I told her I was
sorry. "Maybe I should spill my drink somewhere else and see how fast you
can lick it up" she kidded. "Maybe" I said. And with that I took a nice
sip of my drink and I knew I knew I was drunk. It was around eleven
o'clock and Rose got up to slip in another video. It was "Mermaid" with
Tom Hanks. To me she looked so sexy with her boobs bouncing up and down
as she got up and moved to the TV. I looked at her and said in my tipsy
slur, "you have nice tits Rose!" and I smiled at her. "Thank you, I'm so
glad you like them." She said. "I wish I had bigger boobs. Mine are soooo
tiny aren't they" I pouted and cupped both my tits with my hands and held
them up to show her. "Don't worry sweetie, your boobs look just fine"
Rose said as she slipped in the tape and came back to bed. "More than a
hand full is a waste she told me and she reached across from my right
side with her right hand and placed it on my left breast and gave it a
gentle squeeze. "See" she said, "just right." "Do you really think so?" I
asked her. "Yes I do think so, really, your boobs are fine" and she
patted me on the head. "But yours are so large and firm, I'll show you
mine if you show me yours!" There I said it I thought to myself. I wasn't
sure how she'd react but I figured I could always blame it on the booze
if Rose got upset. "You really want to play sleepover don't you" and
smiled at me when she said it. "You'll have to show me yours though,
promise?" she asked. "I will." I said. Rose deliberately and slowly undid
her buttons. With both hands she opened her top and for the first time I
feasted at the sight of her beautiful breasts. It seemed like she was
moving in slow motion and I think my mouth gaped open for a moment. "Ok
your turn honey" and she left her top undone. I realized that I had no
buttons to undo since I was wearing an oversized T-shirt and nothing on
underneath. "Well come on let's see yours, you promised" she reminded me.
"Ya but no fair," I protested. "I don't have any buttons to undo, not
fair!" "You promised," she reminded me, "I showed you mine now it's your
turn." "Ok, ok" I protested. I remained under the covers and pulled my
T-shirt up over my body and positioned the covers so that they covered me
up to just below my tiny breasts.
With a dramatic gesture, I threw my T-shirt across the room and showed
off my tits to Rose. Braver now, I sat more upright bringing the sheet
down to waist level. " I think you have nice breasts." Rose said. "Now it
feels just like a real sleep over doesn't it?" she asked. We sat like
that with our tits exposed to one another and finished our drinks. I was
feeling very relaxed and not at all uncomfortable. I was half aroused,
and half in a drunken stupor. "Your turn to get the drinks I heard Rose
say and without thinking I started to get up. I quickly realized I was
butt naked under those covers and Rose knew that and laughed her head
off. I looked around for my shirt but it was at the other end of the
room. "I saw your ass" she joked. "It's your turn to get the drinks, how
about it I'm really thirsty." She knew she had one up on me and was
taking full advantage of the situation. "No way!" I told her.  "If it'll
make you feel better I'll slip my bottoms off and then we're even, Ok?"
and with that she slid her hands under the sheets and brought out her
pajama bottoms. As casual as she did that, she pulled the sheets away
exposing both of us. It's only us girls anyway she said casually as if it
was no big deal. "Nothing we haven't seen before right?" she asked
looking at me. "Of course that's right" I replied. "Nothing we haven't
seen before. There was stark difference between us as we lay side by side
covertly checking each other out. Rose was heavier, softer, and less
defined as me. I was smaller and firmer everywhere, with defined curves
and body features. "This is pretty cool." she said, "just like the
sleepovers I used to have with my girlfriends when I was girl." "Really,
you used to do this?" I asked her. We lay there on our sides holding our
heads up on our elbows facing each while Rose told me about it. My friend
Jenny found her brothers Playboy hidden in the basement and she told us
about it. We didn't believe her so one night four of us had a sleepover
at Jenny's and she showed us the magazine. I think it was the first time
any of us had ever seen a naked body. None of us had any boobs or hair so
we were pretty amazed. Anyway by the end of the night we were playing
spin the bottle and who ever it landed on had to pose like one of the
pictures. We had three other sleepovers after that, and that is what
stands out in my mind about sleepovers. I told Rose I was getting horny
laying around like this, listening to her story, and imagining what it
would have been like. My free hand was already rubbing my pussy. Rose
leaned and rubbed my nipple with her free hand and kissed me. She asked
me if I was sure I wanted to do this. "Yes!" I said "Please" and I moved
in closer and we held each other tight. "Not now sweetie. Not tonight"
Rose said. I want you sober and fully aware of everything that's
happening on your first time.
 I was reeling with desire and I would have done anything for her right
then. I had another drink and fell asleep. That night I had the wildest
wet dream that Rose was seducing me and I came with a fury of delight. I
woke up at the sound of the kids and I was alone. Rose had gone home
after I fell asleep and I wasn't sure if I dreamt it all or did it really
happened. I wasn't wearing anything and my T-shirt was across the room.
God I thought, did anything happen? We had come along way inn our
relationship from a few weeks ago and I now wondered with a clear mind if
my friend Rose was lesbian.

Later in week we talked about last Saturday and she kept teasing me how I
can't hold my booze and how chicken I was to strip for her. She also told
me how she enjoyed looking at me and holding tight in her arms. I told
her I enjoyed that to. Later that night while I was in bed I heard the
familiar noise behind my bedroom wall. As if entranced, I stripped off my
night-shirt and put on my sexiest panties and bra knowing that she would
approve and fingered myself as I listened to the sounds that Rose was
making on the other side of the wall in her room. At this point I knew I
had crossed the line. I wanted her, and I was going to cum hard. I
resolved that I was going to let her fuck me if she wanted to. We talked
again later the week and both agreed we should go out next Saturday night
for pizza and a movie.

Sometimes when my ex husband had the kids for the weekend, Rose and I
would go out to a bar or diner and a movie but for the most part, hanging
out at my place on Saturday night became our routine and I didn't mind it
at all. This weekend the girls were with their Dad and we decided to go
shopping and get a bite to eat. We stopped in at a bar and had a drink. A
couple of guys asked me to dance and I had a few dances but these guys
were definitely not my type. The bar got crowded and smoky so we left.
Rose suggested we just go back to her place and have a couple of drinks
and that was ok with me.

It was our routine to take turns surprising each other with selecting
videos and this time it was her turn to pick if we were going to watch
anything tonight. She told said she had a cool video in her bedroom that
she wanted me to see. It was a porno flick she teased and asked if I was
up to it. We headed for her place. With no kids to worry about in the
morning I felt like partying. Rose laughed and said that I wouldn't last
till midnight before I fell asleep. I laughed to because I knew that was
usually true. We got to her apartment and of course she had the mixer was
already started. I was the popcorn maker, and she was the margarita girl
we joked, that was drill. Rose put some music on the stereo and we had a
few drinks. For the next hour or so we talked about work, men, dating,
and sex. Of course the margaritas were having their usual effect on me
and I had already had a few beers at the bar. "Easy on the drinks honey,"
Rose said. "I want you in good shape for later." I was on my 3rd and Rose
on her 4th. I switched the radio channels to an oldies station and a cool
tune came on. I wanted to dance, and thought how awkward is that? I
started to sway with the music and after a few seconds, Rose got up and
we were dancing away. We were trying to do the jive to "Great Balls of
Fire" and Rose, sort of knows this stuff so she had me swinging and
spinning and we were careful not to hit anything.  The next song, Elvis
came on and sang "I Can't Help Falling In Love". A real slow one and
without hesitation, we embraced each other and slow danced away. It was
as natural a move as any. Our bodies touched close as we tried to figure
out who was going to lead and our breathing was short and heavy from fast
dancing. I rested my head on her chest just above her breasts and I could
feel her heaving chest up and down and up and down against my body. I
knew I was going to loose my cherry to Rose tonight, my lesbian cherry
anyway. I felt like I was being carried away and I was ready to let it
happen. We held each other tight, innocently at first but then tighter as
we got more comfortable with the situation. Rose was a gentle and sensual
seducer and I was especially turned on because she was so much older and
experienced than me. Rose's hands moved up and down my back and spine,
and I instinctively did the same. At first, I didn't notice but then, I
realized what I was doing, what she was doing, what we were doing to each
other! I wanted her close to me. I wanted her. Rose knew exactly what she
was doing to me and I was determined to go with the flow. We held each
other tighter and our arms moved over our bodies in a caressing motion.
Rose gently pushed her pelvis into my leg and I did the same. We rubbed
our pussies gently and deliberately. I was ready to surrender myself to
her if she let me. All my fantasies of girl on girl sex were about to
come true after all. I felt like we were both thinking and feeling the
same emotions and I wished the song would never end.
Rose being a little taller than me bent her head down so her lips could
brush up against my neck. I turned my head slightly so that I could do
the same. As if on cue I lifted my face to hers and Rose kissed me gently
on the lips. My legs gave way from under me and Rose steadied herself so
as not to fall. "Opps, stay steady" she said. "Oh oh" she said. We hugged
and held each other for a few more moments. It was more like grouping
each other for a few more minutes. I was so horny and I wanted her so
much. I wanted to fuck her, like I never wanted to fuck anyone so much
before. Rose must have felt the same because she kissed me full on the
lips and she darted her tongue deep in my mouth. God I was so hot. We
collapsed on the floor and felt each other up on the carpet of her living
room. I was sweating and Rose was going wild trying to get my jeans off.
We laughed uncontrollably as we got up and climbed the stairs up to her
bedroom.

I had never been in her room and we stood at the foot of her bed
frantically grabbing for clothes to take off. We stripped each other and
groped at whatever body part we could touch. I felt no shyness tonight
and all I wanted to do was to see and suck Rose's huge tits. Rose
stripped me down to my panties and bra and I had just managed to pull
Rose's panties down to her ankles. Rose still had her bra and blouse on
and she was stripping away my bra. My small tits fell out and Rose
instantly began to suck hard on them. I swear she had my whole tit in her
mouth! Ahhh that felt soooo good I thought. I finally managed to undo her
blouse buttons and her blouse fell to the floor. Still standing at the
foot of her bed and with just her bra on, my hands trembled as I worked
to unhook it. Just as I managed to un fasten it Rose gently backed me
down on the bed and her and her large breasts came into view and fell
surrounding my face around them. I sucked her tits one by one enjoying
her long nipples in my mouth and around my tongue. We rolled around
feverishly on the bed and we were hot for each other. I heard her bed
creaking and I smiled to myself because I knew what that was. Our bodies
were intertwined trying to touch every available skin surface. Rose was
on top of me and her pussy was driving and grinding into mine. With our
height difference, that put her tits at my face level and was devouring
as much as I could handle from each tit. I wasn't experienced at this
sort of thing at all but it seem to come natural. Rose on the other hand
looked like she knew what she was doing. She knew exactly where to touch
and how to touch it. She started to grind her pussy into my leg and I did
the same. She was in tune to my wants and needs and we sucked, rubbed,
and kissed each other hotly until we both came.
I was definitely sober by the time Rose started licking me all over and I
was laughing uncontrollably with excitement. I had her pictured in my
fantasies doing this and now it was happening. Rose slid down my near
limp body with her tongue and licked her way down to my thighs and pussy.
Then without warning she darted her tongue between my legs and I jumped
at her touch. Ahhh I screamed, that feels sooo goood. It defiantly was
better when another woman does it for you. I'm now convinced of that. I
lay there, wide open legged having the best orgasm I had ever experienced
in my life and it was from another woman and one so much older than me. I
wondered if Rose had done this before with other woman. Was that why she
has been so nice to me since we met? I thought Just to try and seduce me?
At this moment I didn't care. I was too far gone and in lust to think of
anything else. As spent as I was, I rolled over and began to suck Rose's
breasts again and lick her pussy. It was the first time I had ever done
that and it tasted better than I could imagine. We sucked and ate each
other out for the next half an hour before we both stopped and dozed off
in each other's arms.

Rose was the first to stir. She gently crawled out bed so as not to wake
me but I was already awake just lying there. She came back to me on the
bed with sinister smile and asked if wanted to play. With that she held
up a strap on type dildo and waved it in my face. God it was huge and I
wasn't sure I'd enjoy it. Begged me to put it on and fuck with it. She
helped strap it on and mounted her like dog in heat thrusting that dick
in and out and deep into her pussy from behind.

"Rose, can I ask you a very personal question?" I asked. "Well since
we're close and personal right now, go ahead and ask". She said. How many
other woman have you been with? I had to know I thought. "Just one other
one sweetie" she smiled. "Really"? I said smiling" "Well you are my
first. I've wanted to taste you almost since the first time we met", I
told her. "And I felt the same way about you but I was afraid to make the
first move "she said. "After we started watching videos and spending time
together especially under the blankets so close to you, I'd come home and
dream about having in my arms and making love." I wanted you so bad
sometimes I would consider not coming over so I wouldn't make a fool out
myself" and I could see her eyes watering up with emotion as she told me.
"But why me Rose," "why not someone else, why not someone older?" I
wondered.

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