“Want some coffee?” I asked getting up from my chair and realizing just how short my robe was but not as short as her skirt was after six turns bu...t I decided not to mention that, “Oh Yes please” she answered looking at my legs still not fully focused.As I returned with her coffee and a couple of pain killers she had straightened up and was now sitting on the sofa, her shirt still open and her skirt still on the floor, “Oh Thank you, you are a life saver” she said as she took the coffee and I. .with tiniest bits of fiction (just to make the story better) but its 99% real. So this began when i wrote my first story on this website itself(a real one).And i met a girl here.She was really impressed by my story and wanted to know how it all happened and al..She was the first girl who actually wanted to talk about things. Others were just some creepy motherfucking guys or some boring sluts. i liked her from the beginning..She lived approximately 90 kms away from my city. I won’t disclose. This time, it felt so much better thanever. I pulled up each leg slowly. I had the angel finger sensationsagain. I finished with the tights. I rolled over onto my stomach andpressed my tiny stiffie against the bed. Rather, against the panties andthe tights, then the bed. I humped the fabrics for a moment and sawstars. My whole body seemed to erupt through the tip of my penis. My toescurled in the tights. I pushed as hard as I could against the bed, toprolong the feeling. I felt a growing. I even brought myself to tears. ‘I don’t understand, why s/he changed hir mind,’ I’d sob. ‘There, there, Lori,’ everyone would say, ‘These things just happen.’ Debbie was one of the ones who made made it allot better. The challenge was how to hide the fact that I would pop a woody every time Debbie gave me hug. That’s the last thing I needed to show through a tight fitting dress when I was at work. Meanwhile it was now six weeks later. I knew if I ever had a shot at asking Debbie out it was.