It wasn’t an answer, though. If I pushed too hard for a real answer, Stephanie might realize what a lousy idea dating me was and break it off. But I... had to risk it. I had never felt this way about a girl before, and I needed to know she had at least some feelings for me.I gently pushed her back from me, and she gave me a concerned look as she realized that I was serious. “Okay, but why?” I asked. “I’m...” again, my words failed me. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes, trying to make her. We'll get serious about improv next quarter. You'll see then."Gertrude looked at the clock. "Ohmigosh. I have to catch the bus. See ya tomorrow!"Gary watched her running, and cursed himself. He'd wanted to ask her out but had been distracted talking jazz.His friends stampeded around the corner and surrounded him."Well?" Tell us, man." What did she say?" I never asked." What? You chickened out?"Gary glared. "We talked about jazz, and I ran out of time. She pretty cool for a white chick. I'll. Unknowingly to her I had eased out of my clothing, I gently straddled her so I could give her back a final once over and I let my semi hard cock rest on her wet pussy I could feel her wiggling trying to get a good feel of my ever growing meat. My massaging got firmer and more intense, (Ms. Pious) tried to push her bum up to have my cock enter her, her breathing now heavy and moans apparent showed me she was ready for my now throbbing shaft to be buried deep in her. I pulled back denying her. Please do not repost without permission. Comments to [email protected] I approached the empty house, driving up the forever-long driveway, gently pressing the button above my head, and watched as the massive garage door lifted. I took a deep breath as I pulled in, again, touched the button above my head and stepped out of my car. The whir of the closing garage door gave way to complete silence as I began to undress. Carefully I removed the business suit I was wearing, hanging it.