To say that I always wanted her, would not be entirely true. I wanted her oldest daughter, Tiffany, first. I pined for her until my sophomore year in High School she was a year ahead. I didn't even try to be with her, only a friend and she blew me off, calling me lame, flat along with a host of other insults.
With that avenue closed in my mind, I turned to her. She was the mother of my best friend, Justice. She was thirty years old my senior year and the embodiment of female beauty. She was everything I hoped to become. Her name was Janet, she was tall, 5′ 10″, dark brown hair down to her shoulders, a picturesque face with the most appealing lips. She had dark eyes that you could become lost in. She had a shapely figure despite the four children, nice wide hips, a narrow waist, and a substantial bust. Her breasts were nearly always pressing out of her top, begging to be set free. Her skin was a beautiful brown, she had long gentle fingers, and graceful long legs. Having gone to school with her children, I knew what people said about her. She was gorgeous in every way. I wanted her, and I felt like her just as I did for her daughter, the college freshman, but that bridge had closed a long time ago. It was the fall of my senior year I had turned 18 that August and I was at her house with my best friend. We did our homework together for hours. She was out on a date, enjoying the town, and leaving us the house. My best friend takes after her mom, only slightly shorter, with longer hair, and less ample breasts. She was getting ready for bed and I had packed my backpack and was preparing to go home to sleep. I left her room after a goodbye hug and walked down the stairs. When I entered their kitchen on my way to the back door I found her. She was sitting in one of the chairs crying. I dropped my bag and went over to her, kneeling in front of her, looking into her tear streaked face.
"What's wrong?" I asked with real concern as I helped her to her feet. Her date hadn't shown, leaving her at the restaurant, after waiting two hours, she had just left in tears. I looked her in the eyes, those dark brown eyes and told her it would be ok. I gave her a hug and I felt her body mold into mine, it made me warm. I am 18, 5′ 8″ with short hair, hazel eyes w/ glasses, a curvy figure as much as I try, there are some pounds that just won't go away, but I have a good figure nonetheless, and nice breasts. Needless to say, I was turned on as I held her in my arms and felt her arms wrap me up. I told her that no guy in his right mind would do that to her. The guy was a girl she corrected, then paused. I looked her into her eyes and said, you don't need her, we can go on a date instead. I knew what I had said, knew it slipped out, but knew that I wanted her, that I desired her, and that I should play confident, rather than meek. She looked me in my eyes, with a feeling of some lust, but then closed her eyes. I closed the distance and placed a light kiss upon her lips before quickly pulling away. I felt her freeze before softening to my touch. I saw her lick her lips as we pulled away, but then she closed her eyes shook her head and said not now. We can't do this now. I nodded my head in understanding pulled myself up to her ear and whispered, another time then, just let me know. With that, I grabbed my bag and hurried out the door, I was burning up from the experience. Two weeks went by and I acted like nothing happened. She did likewise as I continued to spend long hours at her house with Justice. Then one weekend rolled around and Justice went away for a academic competition in Minnesota and I was left in town. On Friday I received a text message on my cell phone. I recognized the number, it was Justice's mother. My heart skipped a beat as I checked the phone to read my message. It was short and sweet,
"6pm, my place, dress sexy." The rest of the day flew by as I looked forward to the evening and my anticipated date. I only hoped that it was what I hoped it would be. I raced home and began to pick out my clothes for the evening ahead. I picked out a beautiful lacy black thong and matching bra. I chose a khaki skirt that went to my knees, a black camisole that showed off my breasts and a short black sweater that buttoned up. With my wardrobe selected I hurried off to the bathroom. I quickly cut and filed my nails before hoping in the shower. I seriously took a long shower, washing myself twice over, shaving my legs, arms, and all my pubic hair. Rinsing off one last time I jumped out of the shower and began drying off. After drying off I put my hair back into a ponytail and went over my nails one last time. I dressed, applied my make-up, selected a comfortable, but dressy pair of flats and was ready to go. As I drove the thirty minute drive to her house I tried to calm myself, to steady my nerves and control my imagination. I succeeded at the first two, but failed at the third. I pulled up into the driveway as I had many times before, but this time, it was going to be different, or so I hoped. I walked to the door and it swung open, she had been waiting for me.
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