Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thought about what it would be like having sex with a woman but never enough to actually go out and find it for myself, b...ut if the opportunity presented itself…’ ‘You better believe it kid.’ My hand had found its way between her legs which wasn’t hard because they were spread wide in an open invitation, and my finger was probing inside her wet pussy. ‘Before we get too involved here I think that we should talk and I should explain my reason for being here.’ ‘This sounds. Okay, so when I'm eighteen, if I can go to college I will, and if I can't, for whatever reason, then I won't. The point is that I'm more interested in loving my life than making it into what a bunch of other people think it should look like."She sat there, waiting for him to say something. He was more than a little surprised that she could boil things down to such a basic level at her age. He felt annoyed as his eyes raked over her. Suddenly she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. He could see her. I began to moan loudly as I got that tingly hot feeling again. dont stop. Please dont stop. Please more, I want more, dont stop I moaned louder. Then, I exploded. I was having the most pleasurable orgasm of my life. Even better when I felt his penis get harder and bigger (if even possible) when I started to feel him squirting inside me. I couldnt breathe. I wanted it. Never to end. After what seemed like a year his penis finally stopped pulsating and pulled out of me. I laid there, exhausted,. She laughed easily, spoke well, and wasn't flirty. Unfortunately, she hardly looked at me, but she'd captured my attention and I wanted to know more about her.I ended up talking to her as part of the group she was sitting with. She seemed to like me, but later she wouldn't give me her number when I asked for it. She wouldn't agree to go out with me either. It took me more than a week to finally convince her, through a friend, to meet me for morning coffee on Saturday and that was only at a.