A DREAM FRIEND Part One free porn video

(((((I've been on a long holiday and have been traveling extensively instead of my usual sitting to write. Mexico to Belize and from there a boat trip to Brazil. Car into Uruguay and cut across Argentina to Chile and up the coast through Paraguay, Ecuador and another boat ride to Panama. Through the Canal to Honduras and then by car back to Belize because I'd fallen in love with the country. Back in South Carolina now with oodles of new stories told to me to write on the site and ideas for my book. Sometimes ya just gotta travel but coming home feels good, too. This is a story told to me by a British expat now living in Belize. BTW, Belize was a BRITISH colony up to only 40 years ago so English is the official language. If you want to travel South Of The Border but haven't because you don't know Spanish head for Belize. It has the second largest coral reef in the world and SPECTACULAR snorkeling. US Dollars are accepted everywhere at an exchange of one US dollar = 2 Belize dollars.)))))

(((((I realize now that this is more of a short story than my usual fare but the man's story was so good I didn't want to leave any out... Hope you enjoy it and Part 2 coming...)))))

Back in the early 70s my Mum moved us to America. I was 17 and entering my senior year in the local high school. My 'accent' made me stand out from the crowd of fellow students. That and my lean, athletic build from years of playing football -Soccer to you barbarian Yanks- made getting dates pretty easy.
One love lass, Rose Ann, never accepted my invitations to go out but she always seemed to have a steady supply of beaus lined up eager to go out with her. Looking at her one could easily see why. Long, light brown hair, a truly lovely face and a simply incredible 5'4", 35D-24-35 body. I'll try not to use metric so as to not confuse you. Though she refused dating me I deduced that I simply mistimed my invitations when she was seeing someone else. After all, I had many young ladies who did say yes to dates and things that happened during dates. Though we had several of the same classes and we had plenty of opportunities to converse and get to know one another my invitations to date me grew more infrequent and then ceased. By Christmas break we knew we had placed each other into the dreaded 'Friends Zone'.

But we were perfectly content with that. Neither of us was lacking in eligible dates. Her sense of dry, sarcastic humor meshed perfectly with my British wit (Or lack thereof) and we could be at ease speaking on any topic. Our personalities meshed so perfectly that, as long as I didn't dwell on her perfect body, I could regard her as a female me.

After graduation we each got a Summer job at a nearby State Park. I renting out paddle boats next to a small lakeside beach area and Rose Ann as hotel staff. Her job ended well before I was off the job and she would often stop by either alone just to hang out sunbathing beside the lake or with her current beau for a free paddle boat. She always wore skimpy bikinis to drive the boys crazy and I do admit to leering at her barely covered large tits and tight ass when she wasn't looking.

That Fall we were both enrolled at a local community college and then Summer jobs at the State Park again. A second year at community college and a third Summer working at the same jobs as before followed. During these years, whilst I had steady girlfriends, Rose Ann couldn't seem to settle on one guy to date for very long. She never seemed like a flirt to me, but then I'd never dated her. I simply attributed it to her playing the field, so to speak.

With a month left before the Fall semester began at the state university we'd be transferring to, Rose Ann stopped by the paddle boat concession and made me an offer that astonished me. Her family had rented a smallish, two bedroom single wide in a trailer park 10 miles from campus for her to live in while attending classes. Now, Rose Ann was standing before me in the skimpiest of bikinis I doubted her parents even knew she owned, let alone wore in public, and was offering me the chance to move in with her!
You see, the girlfriend they'd expected to move in with Rose Ann had announced a couple of days before that she was pregnant and would be getting married rather than attending university. They'd been casting about for someone to share residency and the cost when Rose Ann had brought my name up as a possible. At first I thought she wasn't serious and my first words were, "You must be joking."

Rose Ann assured me she was serious and wasn't joking. Rose Ann admitted that her Dad had put my name at the ABSOLUTE bottom of the list of prospective 'trailermates' but one-by-one all the other names hadn't panned out. I didn't mind at all being the last one standing but I still had doubts that her Dad would really approve.

Her Mum had given grudging approval. After all, Rose Ann would be 20 years old a month after classes began and she probably assumed Rose Ann wasn't a virgin by now. I didn't worry about my Mum's approval. As long as the price fit within our budget she'd be cool. She'd known I'd lost my virginity a few months before we'd moved to America when she'd come home from work early one day and discovered me chasing a girl through our flat starkers. The suggestion wasn't all that crazy as I thought about it. By now Rose Ann and I had known each other for three years and between one year of high school, two years of community college and three Summers of seeing each other several times a week, we'd probably spent more time together than with anyone except our families.

Speaking of family, though I'd never been to her house I'd met Rose Ann's parents a few times in the stands during high school athletic events. Rose Ann had introduced me to them at the first football game of the high school season before sprinting off to cheerlead. I quite approved of American cheerleading though the rules of the sports they cheered for seemed incomprehensible to me.

Her Mother struck me as super nice and she'd always seemed to approve of me despite dropping hints that I needed a haircut. I had shoulder length hair back then. Her dad seemed a decent enough chap, though he may have been friendly to me because I wasn't dating his daughter. Daddy didn't like any of the boys dating HIS 'little girl'. He even took the time and effort to explain American football and basketball rules to me.

To try and make a long story a tad bit shorter, what it came down to were three equally bad choices as far as Rose Ann's father was concerned. He was not in favor of his daughter living alone in a trailer park the first time she was leaving the nest. He was not in favor of trying to find on short notice a complete stranger to move in with his daughter... And then there was me!

He'd met me. He'd known I'd been in Rose Ann's circle of friends for three years. I'd seemed okay the times we had met. A big + in his book was that I'd never dated his daughter. He 'interviewed' me that night after I got off work and in between the more expected questions of what my major would be, my plans for the future, etc., a few of his questions were a bit personal. Such as 'would I be bringing dates to the trailer often?' My answer that I wasn't seeing anyone at present and it would be quite rude to have overnight guests intruding upon Rose Ann's privacy seemed to satisfy him. I did not add that I hoped to be rude any many, many times and Rose Ann could be as rude as she wished. Wouldn't bother me at all. Not the thing to admit to Rose Ann's father though.

The deciding factor in his approval of my living with his daughter? While I can't prove this, I think that my longish hair, British mannerisms and accent plus the fact that in three years I'd never dated his beautiful daughter... I believe he thought I was a bit queer!

The Friday before classes began we formed a caravan to drive the 2 1/2 hours to the city and moved in. Our Mums took off to do some shopping in the malls. Rose Ann's Dad and younger brother left to drive home but only after her Dad pulled me aside. Putting a heavy hand on my shoulder, I was told he wanted me to keep his 'little girl' safe. The hard look he gave me put a menacing, without words, 'OR ELSE' at the end of the sentence.

I shit you not, while Rose Ann and I were putting our things away, I told her about her Dad and his unspoken 'OR ELSE'. Rose Ann laughed and seconds later walked into my bedroom with a pistol in her hand and struck a gangster moll pose. "Well, maybe Dad gave me this to keep you safe! Or maybe to keep me safe from you," she joked.

"Yea, right! After three years of your saying no to dates I'm suddenly going to attack?"

We sat on my bed and Rose Ann gave me a safety lecture on how to do what with the pistol since, growing up in Britain I had zip knowledge of guns. Rose Ann was clearly at ease around pistols. I guessed her Dad had given her instructions in case someone got to personal and he wasn't around. Showing me which drawer of her dresser she'd keep it in, she slipped it under her large selection of brightly colored undies.

We were still putting things away when our Mum's showed up to unload more towels than we'd ever need and other household items and groceries they must have bought by the ton. Both our Mums teared up at the thought of their babies leaving home, then, after long hugs all around, they left. Finally we were on our own.

Tired from unpacking we called it an early night. As tired as I was I found it hard to fall asleep thinking of who was in bed just 20 feet away. I had to wank off as quietly as I could to relieve the tension so I could finally nod off.

The next morning I could hear Rose Ann moving around her bedroom as I left my room to piss and shower. Rose Ann's door was open and her dresser's mirror was in full view. Rose Ann's unclothed reflection in the mirror was also in view as she lifted one foot to slip her panties on. The body I'd only seen in skimpy bikinis was now in glorious, naked color before me. From her light brown pussy bush to her pale pink nipples. All framed by the pale skin of her bikini lines. My reflection was also in view to her as she straightened up to adjust her panties. She let out a something between a yell and a 'eeep' before dropping to the floor out of sight.

What the fuck was I to do? Apologize because SHE hadn't closed HER door? I quickly stepped into the bathroom and called out, "I can't see the mirror. It's safe for you to close your door!"

I heard quick footsteps followed by the sound of her door closing. I had to laugh as I turned the water on and began adjusting the temperature. I called out, "You know, after all the times I've seen you in bikinis I really didn't see much I haven't seen before."

"Ha Ha, shit for brains," Rose Ann called out over the sound of the water as I engaged the shower spray and drew the curtain. Away from her parents Rose Ann had the mouth of a sailor. I heard the door I hadn't locked open and Rose Ann's voice now came from just the other side of the curtain. "You saw me I think it's only fair I see what you have," as she pulled the curtain open. In just panties and a thin bra, Rose Ann kept a death grasp onto the curtain, holding it open despite my grab for it and took a good look, indeed, as I stood there shocked.

I was still sporting a morning woody made harder by what I'd just seen and Rose Ann took a good, long look, smiled and then let me close the curtain. If this was a Penthouse Forum letter, the writer would have had me dragging Rose Ann into the shower for a stand up fuck. But that didn't happen. Instead, Rose Ann was laughing as she left the bathroom.

"What the hell, Rose Ann. What I saw was by accident! I didn't invade your privacy in the bath," I yelled at her retreating back and glorious tight ass. Rose Ann just laughed more and made fun of my British pronunciation of 'privacy'.

That morning over breakfast, the two of us set down ground rules for proper attire in the trailer. Neither of us wanted to be dressed enough to go out in public before we left our rooms when we were just going to be hanging out in the trailer. Studying, watching TV or just chilling... We wanted to wear comfortable, stay-at-home clothes. We both decided that gym shorts, which we both slept in anyway, would be required. I could wear a t-shirt (or not) with gym shorts as the mood hit me to be comfortable. Rose Ann agreed that a t-shirt (with or without bra) and gym shorts would be her minimum wear for comfort out of her room.

Other ground rules were set. We could bring dates to the trailer but no disappearing into our rooms to get intimate if the other was home. Light making out on the couch was allowed but all dates had to be out of the trailer by 11pm so we didn't disturb the other's sleep. We agreed to alternate weekend trips home. Both, to not let the trailer be unoccupied all weekend and to give each other a time when we could entertain dates in intimate privacy. We also agreed that we would not come back from weekend visits before 6pm Sunday evening and a phone call from a nearby gas station would be nice also before showing up. That was to ensure one of us wouldn't walk in on the other doing whatever with whomever.

There were other house rules, some unspoken, such as I tried not to stare openly at swaying, bouncing breasts moving under lose t-shirts with hard nipples clearly outlined. Though from her smiles I knew Rose Ann often caught me before I could shift my gaze elsewhere. Rose Ann tried not to stare openly at morning woodies and woodies attained when the noticeable sway and bounce of large tits with hard nipples not restrained by a bra became too much. I never believed that Rose Ann was purposely teasing me. She simply didn't have much body awareness. Perfectly at ease wearing skimpy bikinis in public, in the privacy of our trailer, as long as her body was covered as per our agreement and she was comfortable, she'd wear what she wanted in our common areas. The occasional nudity were just unexpected treats. Her t-shirts were never tight to hug her tits and she didn't cut them off to bare her waist. Most were long enough to end below her gym shorts. She could have worn them without shorts on and still have walked around fully covered from neck to mid-thigh. If I occasionally saw something that struck me as erotic beyond belief, that was my problem.
By the second week of sharing the trailer we were becoming comfortable with each other enough that closed doors to rooms were becoming optional, mostly used when full nudity might happen. Rose Ann stopped taking the time to don a robe if going to and fro from her bedroom to the bathroom two steps away. Bra and panties were not an unusual sight in the morning as we rushed to get ready for classes. Again, I thought, it wasn't Rose Ann trying to drive me crazy, she was simply in a hurry and was comfortable around me as I was around her.

I promise I wasn't lurking around her bedroom door trying to get free looks. But from our couch, and our stove while I made breakfast, I could look down a short hallway through her bedroom door. Her dresser mirror was in view as well as anything reflected. An occasional glimpse in the mirror of Rose Ann dressing wouldn't be remarked upon by me just as my involuntary woodies might get a sly smile from Rose Ann but no comment. What made the occasional glimpse become more frequent was the fact that our trailer wasn't quite level. Not very, but enough to make the door to Rose Ann's bedroom swing slowly open if not pushed hard to make the latch engage. In her hurry to get ready in the mornings, in her trips from and to the bathroom Rose Ann would often one hand her door closed, not waiting to see if it latched. I had quite a few views of her while she dressed but she had to have known since she could just as clearly see me! And I swear I wasn't TRYING to watch her... She was just... THERE! Dammit! There's only so much willpower a young guy has!
Our bedrooms were small and, gentleman that I am, I'd offered to move her dresser so I couldn't see the mirror. Rose Ann had nixed that offer because, after consideration, any other arrangement would have her bed blocking the door so she'd have to squeeze through the tiny space left and she didn't want to get a smaller bed. Rose Ann just shrugged, admitted we'd each already seen everything the other had and agreed that it wasn't as if I was trying to spy on her. The dresser and mirror stayed in place much to my private glee.

I know everyone will think I'm lying but we were just becoming comfortable with the occasional look but no touch. We were becoming comfortable enough that if one was taking a morning shower and the other needed to take a just-can't-wait morning piss we'd do a, 'sorry-sorry-sorry but I really gotta go!' song and dance on the other side of the curtain before using the toilet. Though I'd always knock on those occasions I needed to use the loo, Rose Ann would walk in unannounced with a hurried, 'I need this and this makeup and face cleanser.' Then she'd be on the other side of the curtain for some minutes while applying this and this makeup and using that facial cleanser. If I finished before her, she'd toss my towel over the curtain. I'd dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist so I could squeeze past her beautiful, panty clad ass.

*Anyone who has shared space with a female knows that every horizontal space in a bathroom will soon be occupied by make-up and a varied collection of bottles that hold who-knows-what. If you're a male, just be thankful and don't complain if you get a reserved spot 4x4 inches for your shaving necessities.*

By Halloween I had a girlfriend (Tina) I could relieve my sexual tension with. We'd been out on one date before she met Rose Ann. I'd asked Tina out for another dinner/movie but I wanted to change clothes first. Tina agreed to come and wait at the trailer while I changed and washed up. I said that would be great as she'd be able to meet 'my roommate'. At university it seemed everyone had roommates so that was no big deal. Tina didn't even ask the name of my roommate. The look on Tina's face was priceless when she met the beautiful Rose Ann! Of course, Rose Ann sitting on the couch with her legs crossed under her in her 'comfortable' uniform of gym shorts and thin t-shirt certainly added to Tina's surprise. Especially since Rose Ann was watching TV while eating ice cream. The cold of the ice cream making her nipples very visibly hard through the thin material as I made introductions.

On the drive to the movie I had a lot of explaining to do to persuade Tina that Rose Ann and I were best friends and had never had sex or even a date. I think she finally believed me.

Thanksgiving isn't a celebration in Britain and Rose Ann's family invited my Mum and I over to have dinner with them. Her Dad took advantage of my being there. Inviting me out onto the patio, we had a private chat. Under an interrogation disguised as a chat, I admitted that there had been a time or two when I'd seen his daughter's 'everything', but only because her bedroom door hadn't latched properly and her mirror... I added that I wasn't trying to watch Rose Ann but being in a small trailer together, well, accidents happen... I shrugged and waited for him to draw his own conclusions. I carefully didn't mention that I'd seen Rose Ann countless times in the buff and in just bra and panties by now nor that the sight of his daughter's swaying breasts covered only by a loose t-shirt still drove me crazy. I was sure he wouldn't have found that information pleasing.

He finally nodded. I'd passed his test by being honest. He'd accepted that I'd seen his daughter in the buff by accident and wasn't going to beat the holy crap out of me. He again reminded me that he was counting on me to keep his 'little girl' safe. I told him that Rose Ann had showed me the pistol and she'd told me how to use it and where she kept it. He laughed when I told him it was in her panty drawer. God Almighty, if there is a better punishment for a teenage boy lusting after girls than having them grow up to be the father of an incredibly attractive daughter, I can't think of it.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas break, Rose Ann was between beaus and, after asking Tina, we invited her to join us for bowling/movies/dinners a few times. Tina and Rose Ann seemed to hit it off and Tina didn't complain about our few threesome dates. I was ecstatic with the company of two beautiful girls. I got quite the kick the one time I introduced Rose Ann as my roommate and Tina as my girlfriend.

Christmas break came and since my Mum planned to travel home to reunite with our relatives over the holiday there was no reason for me to go home. Rose Ann's father was glad I offered to stay at the trailer so it wouldn't be unoccupied for three weeks. Tina was home with her parents so I had plenty of alone time to watch my shows. Just after Christmas day a large snow storm was forecast to charge through the area so Rose Ann called to say she would be coming back early. It was very cold and windy with dark grey clouds thick in the sky but the snow hadn't started yet when she arrived.

For Christmas, Rose Ann's parents had given her a VHS player. (Yes, they were THE gift back in the 70's. LOL) I hooked it up to our TV and we realized we had no tapes to watch on the damned thing. Off into the cold to the stores we charged. First stop was a liquor store that was pretty lax about carding people. New Years was three days off, after all, so some liquid celebration was called for. I liked bourbon and coke but Rose Ann liked fruity, vodka mixed drinks. Bottle followed bottle of liquor, soft drinks and fruity mixers until we were satisfied we were well enough stocked to survive the possibility of being snowed in for a week! A market run was next for sustenance in case alcohol wasn't enough and then the video store.

We had never been in a video store since we'd never had a player. We were browsing the aisles when Rose Ann whispered, "Look over there," pointing to a section of the store roped off labeled ADULTS ONLY.

"You wanna," I whispered.

"I will if you will," Rose Ann whispered back and off we went.

Now, you have to remember the time period here. This was when Playboy and Penthouse magazines ruled. Before Apple computers and the internet with free porn sites wasn't even a glimmer on the horizon. Neither of us had ever seen a XXX movie.

(((BTW Do you know WHY adult movies got XXX as a rating? Why XXX after all and not another letter? The answer may astonish you...)))

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With our new membership cards we were each limited to only three movies at a time. I picked three that that had the prettiest women on the front, of course. Not sure what Rose Ann used as her guide but the women on the covers were pretty, also. The first snowflakes were falling as we unloaded all our goodies at the trailer. An hour later and there was an inch on the ground already. By then both of us had enough alcohol in our blood that we didn't care if we were snowed in. Snug in our heated trailer we changed into our comfortable clothes. I popped the first XXX VHS tape into the player and we settled on the couch with more drinks to watch our first sex tape.

It started with idiotic dialogue about a weak storyline that we both made fun of. But then the actors fell onto a couch and the real action started. By the end of the first sex scene (A short blow job followed by straight missionary) both of our asses were squirming on the sofa cushions. Then the action switched to the pointless story line.
We used the break to mix another drink in our kitchen. Rose Ann didn't make any mention of the tent in my gym shorts I couldn't hide very well. She just critiqued the movie, remarking, "This is stupid! Why have a shitty storyline when all anyone who rents these tapes just wants to see the sex!"

I agreed, while refreshing my drink and sipping while watching as Rose Ann downed her new drink quickly and made another.

Rose Ann wasn't done with her criticism of the movie as she drank this one down quickly, too. yet, "And why pull out to come on her stomach? He was wearing a rubber!"

Again I agreed it was stupid but opined, "Maybe to prove he came?" She seemed to accept my conclusion as she began mixing another drink. With her third drink of the 'intermission' mixed she rejoined me on the couch as the second scene of sex began. This scene started with the obligatory blow job. But this time, after the blow job, the guy took his time kissing the girl from her neck, down over her tits and stomach until the guy had his head between the girl's legs fingering and eating her pussy.
Rose Ann was much more intent on this scene than she had been the first. Her eyes never left the screen. She seemed very intent on what was happening on the screen. After a couple of minutes she leaned into my side and asked in a hushed whisper, "Do you do that?"

"Yes.

"Do you like doing that?"

"Oh, yea," I answered as I shifted my hips trying to cover my raging hard on with more T-shirt.

"What... What does it taste like?"

Rose Ann wasn't looking at me when I looked down at her to answer. Her eyes were glued to the TV. She was far more interested in what was happening than she'd been in blowjobs and missionary sex.

"I don't know. It just tastes... good." I answered honestly and went back to watching as a close up showed the man now frigging the woman's pussy with one finger while he continued to suck and lick around her clit.

I could hear and feel against my side as Rose Ann sucked in a deep breath when the guy's finger moved deeper and faster. From how his cheeks moved you could tell he was sucking hard on the actress' clit. When I glanced down at Rose Ann this time there was a rosy flush on her cheeks. Her lips were parted and her nipples were hard and tight against her t-shirt.

Rose Ann began letting her breath out slowly and it was like her breaths were in sync with the woman's on the screen. It was clear the actress was enjoying everything happening between her legs, even grabbing the man's head and pressing his mouth harder between her pussy lips while humping her hips up to rub herself against the man's mouth. I heard a soft sigh, almost a moan, from beside me and this time when I looked the flush on Rose Ann's cheeks now extended all the way under her t-shirt.

When the guy stopped eating pussy and moved up to cover the woman, I doubt Rose Ann was aware that her hips were moving slowly in time to his thrusts. It was another straight missionary fuck with cum on the woman's stomach at the end. Whatever it was about watching that actress' pussy getting eaten, it had really turned Rose Ann on. But, certainly she'd had her pussy eaten before. I just couldn't believe otherwise! But, the more I thought of her questions and her reactions... Damn! Had not one boyfriend taken the time to... What kind of shits had she been dating!?

More crappy storyline dialogue began and Rose Ann rose a little unsteadily to go fix another drink. I stayed sitting to let her go past and her ass was so close that... Holy Shit! There was a wet spot in the back of her t-shirt where she'd been sitting on it. Not large, maybe the size of a dime. Damn! I never would have believed that any girl's pussy could get so wet that it showed through panties, gym shorts and a T-shirt. But the evidence was right there at eye level.

We both stood in the small kitchen again fixing new drinks at the bar that separated the kitchen from the even smaller den. Standing beside her there was no hiding my huge hard on but Rose Ann didn't say anything and I didn't comment on her rock hard nipples, the flush that was slowly fading from her cheeks and the wet spot on her t-shirt. Rose Ann made and downed two drinks in the time I made and downed one. She was mixing her third and I my second when the crappy dialogue stopped as a new guy began stripping the clothes off the actress from the first sex scene.

He was already sucking on a nipple when Rose Ann blurted, "Pause it until I get back!" I did and held her drink as she stumbled her way to the bathroom. From the way she fumbled with the doorknob coming out of the bathroom, I could tell that while I was tipsy, she was three sheets to the wind.

Settling close beside me, Rose Ann leaned closer against my side in a way that I could feel the weight of her breast against my arm as I un-paused the tape and we watched what we'd already come to expect except this blow job was done while the guy was standing up with the girl kneeling before him. This time, instead of a missionary fuck, we watched the guy pull the girl up from her knees and position her for a doggy style fuck. Her knees on the side of the bed while he stood beside the bed and slid inside. We watched him hold her hips tight to pull her backwards to meet his thrusts and I could feel Rose Ann's body tense and press harder against me as the actress began to cry out to be fucked harder.
This time I was the one who posed a question and asked Rose Ann if she enjoyed that position. My girlfriends had always seemed to like doggy.

"I don't know," Rose Ann whispered, watching the action and gulping down her drink.

"You've never tried doggy position," I asked amazed. My God! What kind of shits had she been dating? No pussy eating or doggy style!?

"I haven't..." Rose Ann's face was beet red as she pulled away to sit up straighter.

"You haven't..." I joked and left the question hanging.

Rose Ann tossed down the rest of her drink in two gulps and blurted out, "I don't know if I'd like that! I don't know if I'd like ANY position! I'm a virgin! OK!"

To say I was shocked would have been the understatement of the decade! "NO FUCKING WAY," I shouted and turned to face her, the movie forgotten. "How? How can you be a virgin? You've had so many boyfriends!"

"Yes, and the reason I've had so many boyfriends is because when I won't put out they leave," Rose Ann said angrily. "Or I decide they aren't the one and I tell them to take a hike! Or sometimes they try to force me and I kick their ass like my Dad showed me."

The thought of even one of the guys I'd seen her with trying to force Rose Ann sobered me up in a haze of rage. I gathered her into my arms and held her. Knowing her dad I was sure he'd taught her a lot of ways to defend herself but still... Her anger left as quickly as it had raged and her words came out in a drunken slur against my shoulder as she explained, "I always wanted my first time to be, you know, special. Not just a few minutes in the back seat of a car. With someone I really liked."

"And all the guys wanted was sex and they didn't take the time to make you feel special. Wow," I said in a laughing tone to lighten the mood. "You sure know how to pick assholes to date."

Rose Ann nodded her head against my shoulder and slurred, "I thought when we moved in together that... But you and your damned British honor... Fucking asshole... Wouldn't even try you fucking shit..."

WTF! All this time Rose Ann had WANTED me to make a move on her?! Maybe all those 'accidental' sights of her nude or barely clothed body hadn't been so accidental...

I was still mulling this over with her head pressed to my shoulder as I ran my hand over her back in a calming way. I felt her go limp in my arms and snuggle closer letting out a long alcohol scented sigh and... It dawned on me that she'd fallen into a drunken sleep in my arms. Jesus H. Christ and damn me for a fool! I had a beautiful, passed out woman -a virgin no less- in my arms and I couldn't even bring myself to cop a feel of those perfect tits I'd dreamed of! Be damned my honor, but I knew I'd feel guilty later if I did.

With the worst case of blue balls in history, I picked her up and carried her to bed. I couldn't turn down the covers but I folded her duvet over her as best I could. I wasn't interested in the movie any longer so I began tidying the kitchen when I left her. I needed to do something to keep my mind off the fact I'd been living with a virgin.

Only a few minutes passed before Rose Ann come running out of her room and began worshiping the Porcelain Goddess. I ran in and helped by holding her long hair out of the toilet. When her first up-chucks seemed over I ran water into a glass, telling her to rinse and spit. Afterwards, Rose Ann didn't seem to be any hurry to return to her bed and stretched out with a groan on the cool, bathroom floor.

Having been drunk myself a few times, I didn't try to get her to bed again. I knew how cool and comforting a bathroom floor could feel. I fetched her a pillow and covered her with the blanket we kept folded on the back of our couch.

"Damn, you are one high maintenance drunk," I told her as I put the pillow under her head.

"Fuck you," came a drunken reply.

"In your dreams, Rose Ann. Apparently only in your dreams," I joked back but she was already passed out.