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A DREAM FRIEND... Part Three free porn video
T-Minus 62 Hours...
Hungover from our drunken binge we fell asleep again and our little nap did wonders to brighten our moods. When next I woke it was 10am. At some point during my nap my hand had migrated again to cup one of Rose Ann's full breasts. Waking with a soft tit in my hand and a beautiful body pressed to mine, I was loath to leave our warm little nest but hunger and nature was calling my name.
I tried not wake Rose Ann but that proved impossible since I had to move over her to get out of bed. Half awake she was tugging on my arm, sleepily pouting for me to stay. Only a very urgent need to piss kept me going. My bladder happy, my teeth brushed and my breath minty fresh I thought about rejoining her but by then she was yawning and stretching, almost fully awake probably with her own urgent needs.
I was opening cans when she disappeared into the washroom and cutting carrots into small chunks when she reappeared walking to her bedroom. Pouring coffee as she sat on one of the small bar stools on the other side of the narrow bar that separated the kitchen from our common room. At least she isn't naked, I thought with a quiet laugh. The black bra and panties she did have on were little more than string but they were something. Yawning while scratching her head with one hand and an ass cheek with the other, Rose Ann was adorable.
Sliding a sandwich out of the pan and onto a plate, I cut it in half. Pushing the plate and a cup of coffee in front of Rose Ann I began to make another sandwich. Taking a large bite of the sandwich, Rose Ann entertained me for several seconds fanning her mouth, taking great breaths of cooling air while gargling something that sounded like, "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... HOT! Hot cheese! Hot cheese!"
"Barbarian."
"Shut up. NOT in a good mood this morning, Jerkwad. I need another grilled cheese sandwich," Rose Ann put her order in while picking at the remainder of her sandwich. Leaning over the small counter I looked at the sexy bra and panties. "You may not feel well but you sure look good."
"Shut up. I'm mad at you."
"Why?"
"Laughing at me... Not making a pass for three fucking months... I was naked and drunk and in bed with you and still nothing!"
"I told you I don't take advantage of drunk women."
"Well, I'm not drunk now!"
"Well, maybe I'm not in the mood," I told her while making another sandwich.
"Bullshit! You've been wanting to fuck me for three years. And, now? You want to wait! I'm tired of waiting! You could drop dead before New Years and I'll still be left a virgin."
"I'm glad that my death will mean so much to you!"
"Fuck you, you British prick!"
"Hey! You can call me prick, asshole, bastard or anything else but don't disrespect my country, bitch!"
"Asshole!"
We both stopped yelling to massage our temples instead when almost gone headaches flared up. I got two more aspirin and dry swallowed them before sliding the bottle and her new sandwich in front of Rose Ann. Refilling her coffee cup, I added milk and sugar the way she liked so she could wash down the aspirin. We were quiet while Rose Ann nibbled her sandwich and I cut up a steak into small bits. Lightly searing the bits in butter before adding them to the pot, I asked, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, but I need another shower. I should've known better than to fall asleep with wet hair," Rose Ann said while running her fingers though her long, tangled hair.
Pushing away from the counter she walked to the door of the washroom. Leaning over to give me a good look while slipping out of her pantie she then leaned against the door jam to thrust out her shapely ass with a sexy wiggle. "Are you coming with me," she asked in a fine imitation of Marylin Monroe's breathiest, sexiest voice.
"You have no idea how much I want to... But I'll settle on a shower."
"I need my... Back! Scrubbed. I want my... Back! Scrubbed. Hard. If you're... UP, to it," she breathed before disappearing through the door.
Deciding the soup could wait I covered the pot and turned down the burner. "From chef to ladies washroom attendant. Will my work never end," I asked no one. However, my quick steps to follow Rose Ann put the lie to my put-upon airs.
Mindful of the limited hot water in the trailers small water heater we turned the spigot off after wetting down. While Rose Ann washed her hair I concentrated on other, much more delectable, portions of her body.
Rose Ann's full breasts were soft and slippery in my hands but her nipples were hard when I pinched and rolled them between my sudsy fingers. For several minutes my hands left soapy trails from her neck, over her breasts, down her flat stomach to almost, but not quite, move up the rise of her mound leaving Rose Ann wondering would I move to claim the high ground on my next pass. Rose Ann became so lost in the feelings that, her hair forgotten, she moaned and put her hands on the wall to steady herself as I continued to slide my hands over the front of her body.
Only when I moved my hands to massage her shoulders did Rose Ann let out a silent exhalation of air and begin shampooing her hair again. My God, how did such a sexually responsive female survive so long a virgin, I asked myself as I washed her arms. After I scrubbed her armpits so hard it caused her to laugh, we turned the spigot on to rinse off the soap and shampoo.
As Rose Ann began to suds up her hair again and I began to wash her back I decided to ask her just that question. "I don't know, Rose Ann answered. "What I told you earlier was true. I just wanted my first time to be special and almost all of my dates in high school and at our community college just wanted to grab my tits and pussy and drag me into the back seat of their car."
"So you never took a shower with any of them?"
"No," Rose Ann laughed. "I managed to at least keep my panties on. The few that got my pants off," she laughed. "They didn't last long," Rose Ann shrugged under my hands. "After a few dates I knew they weren't the ones I wanted for my first guy. A couple of the guys smoked and I didn't like the smell. One guy had body odor. One guy laughed like a donkey..."
Rose Ann shrugged again. "One guy tried a little too much but you'd be surprised how a hand clutched around his balls and a threat to rip them off will calm a guy down. I kept a grip on his ball sack all the time he drove me back to my house." Rose Ann sounded a mirthless laugh, "Daddy taught me how to fight dirty!"
We were both quiet after that except for the occasional 'Mmmmm...' from Rose Ann as she pressed against my hand washing her back. After another rinse cycle, as she worked conditioner into her hair I washed myself. Another rinse and as she leaned to wash her legs, with her butt so invitingly stuck out, I began to lightly run my fingernails up and down her back and butt cheeks. I'd never yet met a girl who didn't enjoy a good ass scratching!
During our last rinse I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around Rose Ann to press her tight against my body. Trying not to think how easy it would be to just bend my knees and put the tip of my hard cock between her pussy lips, I kissed her as my hands reached to squeeze and scratch her tight ass cheeks some more. The mumbled, 'Oh, God. That feels sooo good...' told me that Rose Ann was a member of the vast majority of women who loved a good ass massage and scratch. Neither of us showed any desire of stopping under the warm spray. Only when the water turned cold did we decide it was time to dry off.
Once out from under the cold water I started rubbing and scratching Rose Ann's back and ass while I dried her off. Leaning into me she showed every sign of wanting to remain wrapped in my arms for as long as I kept massaging her back and ass. Laying her head against my shoulder Rose Ann pressed her ass into my hands and whispered, "Scratch...". With one last, long rub from the bottom of her ass cheeks to her shoulders I let her go to dry myself off. The temptation to take her was becoming to strong.
Drying off her chest and stomach Rose Ann grinned and sighed, "Shit, if just one of the assholes I dated had taken the time to show me how good it felt having my ass scratched instead of grabbing at my pussy I wouldn't be a virgin now."
I was amazed and had to ask, "You mean not one guy ever took the time to massage your back or give your butt a good scratch?"
Rose Ann laughed, "I guess they were to busy trying to get me into the back seat of their car."
"Rose Ann, your ability to pick the most stupid wankers to date will never cease to amaze me," I told her. Then the craziness of the whole mess started me laughing. "So, let me get straight on this. If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... Then the way to your virginity is through your ass?"
Annoyed that I was seemingly making light of her confession, Rose Ann pushed herself away from me with both hands on my chest. "Shut up. Just shut the hell up," Rose Ann told me irritably before stalking to her room and shutting the door hard to ensure it latched.
T-Minus 54 Hours...
Rose Ann was in her room a very long time even after the sound from her air blower stopped. Probably lying down to sleep off the last of the alcohol, I hoped. That made sense considering how much she'd consumed. More worrying though was my second thought, She's up to something! After finishing the preparation of our dinner, I sat and tried to concentrate on a TV program instead of what a very irritated, yet still desirable, female might be up to.
Testing the soup I decided it was ready and put some dinner rolls in the oven to warm. Calling to Rose Ann that our supper would be ready in five minutes I got a reply saying she'd be right out. I was taking the rolls out when her door opened and... Oh, shit! I was right. She was up to something. She didn't leave me in doubt for long about what she was up to as she stretched out on our couch and told me, "I thought I'd give you a choice. You can have the soup on the stove... Or the virgin on the couch."
"Bloody hell, Rose Ann. This isn't fair."
"I don't know what you mean," she replied innocently then ran her hand over her shirt. "Brrr, is it cold in here? My nipples are so hard... Just like they get when I'm cold. Or, maybe I'm sick because, here," She cooed as her other hand slowly skimmed over her tight stomach and began to rub at the crotch of her panties. "I'm very, very warm."
"This is low, Rose Ann. Even for you!"
"I have no idea what you mean, Daniel," Rose Ann said softly, closing her eyes. The fingers of her hands never stopping their movements over nipples and panties. "I think I may be running a temperature I'm so hot. Would you come here and take my temperature, Daniel?"
"No, I have a great view from here. Why not come and eat while the foods nice and warm? Maybe you'll get over your... Sickness."
"I'm not sure I should eat," She told me as she seemed to flow to her feet with the slow, grace of a cat stalking its prey. Taking a couple of steps towards me she turned and leaned over the arm of our couch. "I think I'm eating too much. My butt? Does my butt look fat, Daniel?"
"It's perfect, Rose Ann," I answered honestly.
"Are you sure? Maybe if you come closer and take a better look without these panties in the way..."
"I'm close enough..." I replied with a muttered, 'In more ways than one.' Rose Ann may not have heard my muttered words but she smiled at my involuntary step towards her beckoning butt.
"You can't see from so far away," Rose Ann told me while pulling her panties down further and leaning to push her butt at me. "Daniel, I think I'm definitely running a temperature. My butt feels soooo hot. Touch my butt, Daniel. Tell me if my butt is hot."
Leaning further across the coach caused her panties to fall to her feet. Stepping out of them Rose Ann pouted, "Oh, dear. I seem to have lost my panties, Daniel. Would you help me put them back on?"
"You're evil, Rose Ann. Evil incarnate."
"Whatever are you talking about," Rose Ann asked over her shoulder as she settled across the arm of the sofa. "I'm just asking for help with my panties."
I remembered I was still holding a tray of dinner rolls. Setting the tray on the stove I walked over to pick up her panties from the floor at her feet. While I was bent over so close to her tight ass, I thought, 'What the hell. She started this. She wants to play? Fine, I'll play...'
Don't get me wrong. What Rose Ann was doing was exciting as hell. But, it was exciting in the way a beautiful stripper captures your attention. Fantastic to look at but there's no personal connection. Fine for getting your dick hard but... Rose Ann was getting my dick hard, but... It was time to play.
Going to my knees behind that fantastic ass I put my hands on her thighs and began to move them slowly up and then down. Each upwards move of my hands brought my thumbs just a bit closer to her pussy lips. Just as my thumbs touched pussy I tucked them in and continued up her ass cheeks. Down again almost to her knees and back up, letting my thumbs press harder on soft pussy lips before moving my hands up her ass.
The next time my hands began moving up her thighs I knew that Rose Ann had to be wondering what I would do next. She lifted her feet from the floor and rested all of her weight on the couch arm. Her thighs quivered in my hands and her legs opened more inviting me to deepen my touch.
This time when my thumbs pressed lightly into her fleshy lips I let them linger. Slowly manipulating her pussy forwards and back. Pulling them to the side just enough to expose her wet, pink inner lips. God, her pussy juices were flowing. This close I could hear the soft Schick sound as wet pussy lips pulled apart then came together again. Once you've heard that sound you never forget. I could also hear Rose Ann's rapid breaths and soft catch in her breathing when my fingers caused sensations that surprised her.
Pulling my hands away from between her legs I ran them over her ass cheeks and up to her shoulders as I stood up. Leaning over her back I untied the knot holding her shirt closed. My hands on her breasts pulled her up from the couch. Kissing the back of Rose Ann's neck while my hands gripped her breasts hard to pull them away from her chest.
Sliding my hands out away from her chest until her soft tits were hard mounds, I kept my grasp strong until only my fingers pinching her nipples pulled them up and away. Rose Ann was gasping sounds either protesting or approving my treatment of her tits. Whatever her groans meant her hands didn't try to stop mine as I held nipples clamped between thumb and forefinger and pulled harder until they slipped from between my fingers and her breasts laid normally on her chest. Rose Ann let out gave a final aaahhhhnn and only then brought her own hands up to massage her abused tits and nipples.
I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips to hold her in place as I backed away. Turning to pick up the tray of rolls I put them on the bar. Still massaging her breasts, Rose Ann demanded to know what the hell I was doing!
"I'm going to eat."
"What? You just... You were... Touching me and... What the hell!"
"Please, Rose Ann. Did you really think your little performance art was going to cause me to toss you on the couch and ravish you? I give you 9 out of 10 for artistic interpretation but it just wasn't in character," I told her.
"So you were just playing with me?"
"Don't go all pissy with me you bloody tart. You were the one who started the entertainment. I simply performed my part in your drama. Look," I said reasonably. "I'm hungry and you're probably starving by now. Why don't we call a truce and eat. Sit down like we normally do. I made rolls."
"Real butter," Rose Ann asked grumpily, tying her shirt back together.
"Of course."
"Deal. Truce."
We were both hungry and didn't talk much at first while stuffing our mouths. "This is good," Rose complimented me while buttering another roll.
"Thanks. It's the Hungarian sweet paprika. I thought about using the Spanish hot paprika but my stomach is still a bit tetchy after our all night binge party," I said.
"Good choice."
Since we were being nice-nice I asked the question I had. "Rose Ann, why didn't you just tell me what you wanted instead of all this fucked up teasing?"
Rose Ann looked down at her plate for a long while. Without raising her head she started to mumble around a mouthful of roll, "I wanted the romance... Okay? I just wanted to feel the romance. The feeling of being seduced for my first time. I wanted you to make the move. I wanted to feel that moment of hesitation when a guy's hand is getting a little side boob action and he's wondering if he should go for the whole boob. The slow slide of a hand moving to touch between my legs. Christ, Daniel. I did everything but stick a printed invitation on my ass and you still wouldn't make a move."
"I would have if I hadn't started seeing Tina. Bloody hell, Rose Ann! You were driving me crazy," I admitted before adding righteously, "I've never cheated on a girlfriend and having Tina gave me that little bit of self control I suppose I needed."
"Crap. I forgot about Tina. So how are you gonna 'Peel the Peach' and still not cheat?"
I shrugged and replied, "Tina's out of the picture. She came over the night you left and gave me a going away present."
"I'm sure you both enjoyed her... Present."
"We did. Very much in fact. Then she told me it was a going away present as in a last present. She wants to try making it work with her high school sweetheart again. Ah, well. We were never serious."
Soon we'd finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen. We tried to get interested in what was on TV but when we couldn't, Rose Ann stood up and taking my hand, dragged me off the couch. "C'mon, let's go to bed."
"Rose Ann...," I started, digging in my heels as she kept trying to tug me down the dark hall to her bedroom.
"Our truce still holds," Rose Ann assured me. "I just want to cuddle. I like cuddling."
Well, I liked cuddling, too. But I kept my gym shorts on when she stripped to the buff in the semi-darkness before getting into bed. I really like to cuddle when cuddling led to kissing and kissing led to playing with tits and... But with our truce in place I could only cuddle.
T-Minus 51 Hours...
Bloody hell. I thought our truce would last longer...
To Be Continued...
Hungover from our drunken binge we fell asleep again and our little nap did wonders to brighten our moods. When next I woke it was 10am. At some point during my nap my hand had migrated again to cup one of Rose Ann's full breasts. Waking with a soft tit in my hand and a beautiful body pressed to mine, I was loath to leave our warm little nest but hunger and nature was calling my name.
I tried not wake Rose Ann but that proved impossible since I had to move over her to get out of bed. Half awake she was tugging on my arm, sleepily pouting for me to stay. Only a very urgent need to piss kept me going. My bladder happy, my teeth brushed and my breath minty fresh I thought about rejoining her but by then she was yawning and stretching, almost fully awake probably with her own urgent needs.
I was opening cans when she disappeared into the washroom and cutting carrots into small chunks when she reappeared walking to her bedroom. Pouring coffee as she sat on one of the small bar stools on the other side of the narrow bar that separated the kitchen from our common room. At least she isn't naked, I thought with a quiet laugh. The black bra and panties she did have on were little more than string but they were something. Yawning while scratching her head with one hand and an ass cheek with the other, Rose Ann was adorable.
Sliding a sandwich out of the pan and onto a plate, I cut it in half. Pushing the plate and a cup of coffee in front of Rose Ann I began to make another sandwich. Taking a large bite of the sandwich, Rose Ann entertained me for several seconds fanning her mouth, taking great breaths of cooling air while gargling something that sounded like, "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... HOT! Hot cheese! Hot cheese!"
"Barbarian."
"Shut up. NOT in a good mood this morning, Jerkwad. I need another grilled cheese sandwich," Rose Ann put her order in while picking at the remainder of her sandwich. Leaning over the small counter I looked at the sexy bra and panties. "You may not feel well but you sure look good."
"Shut up. I'm mad at you."
"Why?"
"Laughing at me... Not making a pass for three fucking months... I was naked and drunk and in bed with you and still nothing!"
"I told you I don't take advantage of drunk women."
"Well, I'm not drunk now!"
"Well, maybe I'm not in the mood," I told her while making another sandwich.
"Bullshit! You've been wanting to fuck me for three years. And, now? You want to wait! I'm tired of waiting! You could drop dead before New Years and I'll still be left a virgin."
"I'm glad that my death will mean so much to you!"
"Fuck you, you British prick!"
"Hey! You can call me prick, asshole, bastard or anything else but don't disrespect my country, bitch!"
"Asshole!"
We both stopped yelling to massage our temples instead when almost gone headaches flared up. I got two more aspirin and dry swallowed them before sliding the bottle and her new sandwich in front of Rose Ann. Refilling her coffee cup, I added milk and sugar the way she liked so she could wash down the aspirin. We were quiet while Rose Ann nibbled her sandwich and I cut up a steak into small bits. Lightly searing the bits in butter before adding them to the pot, I asked, "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, but I need another shower. I should've known better than to fall asleep with wet hair," Rose Ann said while running her fingers though her long, tangled hair.
Pushing away from the counter she walked to the door of the washroom. Leaning over to give me a good look while slipping out of her pantie she then leaned against the door jam to thrust out her shapely ass with a sexy wiggle. "Are you coming with me," she asked in a fine imitation of Marylin Monroe's breathiest, sexiest voice.
"You have no idea how much I want to... But I'll settle on a shower."
"I need my... Back! Scrubbed. I want my... Back! Scrubbed. Hard. If you're... UP, to it," she breathed before disappearing through the door.
Deciding the soup could wait I covered the pot and turned down the burner. "From chef to ladies washroom attendant. Will my work never end," I asked no one. However, my quick steps to follow Rose Ann put the lie to my put-upon airs.
Mindful of the limited hot water in the trailers small water heater we turned the spigot off after wetting down. While Rose Ann washed her hair I concentrated on other, much more delectable, portions of her body.
Rose Ann's full breasts were soft and slippery in my hands but her nipples were hard when I pinched and rolled them between my sudsy fingers. For several minutes my hands left soapy trails from her neck, over her breasts, down her flat stomach to almost, but not quite, move up the rise of her mound leaving Rose Ann wondering would I move to claim the high ground on my next pass. Rose Ann became so lost in the feelings that, her hair forgotten, she moaned and put her hands on the wall to steady herself as I continued to slide my hands over the front of her body.
Only when I moved my hands to massage her shoulders did Rose Ann let out a silent exhalation of air and begin shampooing her hair again. My God, how did such a sexually responsive female survive so long a virgin, I asked myself as I washed her arms. After I scrubbed her armpits so hard it caused her to laugh, we turned the spigot on to rinse off the soap and shampoo.
As Rose Ann began to suds up her hair again and I began to wash her back I decided to ask her just that question. "I don't know, Rose Ann answered. "What I told you earlier was true. I just wanted my first time to be special and almost all of my dates in high school and at our community college just wanted to grab my tits and pussy and drag me into the back seat of their car."
"So you never took a shower with any of them?"
"No," Rose Ann laughed. "I managed to at least keep my panties on. The few that got my pants off," she laughed. "They didn't last long," Rose Ann shrugged under my hands. "After a few dates I knew they weren't the ones I wanted for my first guy. A couple of the guys smoked and I didn't like the smell. One guy had body odor. One guy laughed like a donkey..."
Rose Ann shrugged again. "One guy tried a little too much but you'd be surprised how a hand clutched around his balls and a threat to rip them off will calm a guy down. I kept a grip on his ball sack all the time he drove me back to my house." Rose Ann sounded a mirthless laugh, "Daddy taught me how to fight dirty!"
We were both quiet after that except for the occasional 'Mmmmm...' from Rose Ann as she pressed against my hand washing her back. After another rinse cycle, as she worked conditioner into her hair I washed myself. Another rinse and as she leaned to wash her legs, with her butt so invitingly stuck out, I began to lightly run my fingernails up and down her back and butt cheeks. I'd never yet met a girl who didn't enjoy a good ass scratching!
During our last rinse I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around Rose Ann to press her tight against my body. Trying not to think how easy it would be to just bend my knees and put the tip of my hard cock between her pussy lips, I kissed her as my hands reached to squeeze and scratch her tight ass cheeks some more. The mumbled, 'Oh, God. That feels sooo good...' told me that Rose Ann was a member of the vast majority of women who loved a good ass massage and scratch. Neither of us showed any desire of stopping under the warm spray. Only when the water turned cold did we decide it was time to dry off.
Once out from under the cold water I started rubbing and scratching Rose Ann's back and ass while I dried her off. Leaning into me she showed every sign of wanting to remain wrapped in my arms for as long as I kept massaging her back and ass. Laying her head against my shoulder Rose Ann pressed her ass into my hands and whispered, "Scratch...". With one last, long rub from the bottom of her ass cheeks to her shoulders I let her go to dry myself off. The temptation to take her was becoming to strong.
Drying off her chest and stomach Rose Ann grinned and sighed, "Shit, if just one of the assholes I dated had taken the time to show me how good it felt having my ass scratched instead of grabbing at my pussy I wouldn't be a virgin now."
I was amazed and had to ask, "You mean not one guy ever took the time to massage your back or give your butt a good scratch?"
Rose Ann laughed, "I guess they were to busy trying to get me into the back seat of their car."
"Rose Ann, your ability to pick the most stupid wankers to date will never cease to amaze me," I told her. Then the craziness of the whole mess started me laughing. "So, let me get straight on this. If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach... Then the way to your virginity is through your ass?"
Annoyed that I was seemingly making light of her confession, Rose Ann pushed herself away from me with both hands on my chest. "Shut up. Just shut the hell up," Rose Ann told me irritably before stalking to her room and shutting the door hard to ensure it latched.
T-Minus 54 Hours...
Rose Ann was in her room a very long time even after the sound from her air blower stopped. Probably lying down to sleep off the last of the alcohol, I hoped. That made sense considering how much she'd consumed. More worrying though was my second thought, She's up to something! After finishing the preparation of our dinner, I sat and tried to concentrate on a TV program instead of what a very irritated, yet still desirable, female might be up to.
Testing the soup I decided it was ready and put some dinner rolls in the oven to warm. Calling to Rose Ann that our supper would be ready in five minutes I got a reply saying she'd be right out. I was taking the rolls out when her door opened and... Oh, shit! I was right. She was up to something. She didn't leave me in doubt for long about what she was up to as she stretched out on our couch and told me, "I thought I'd give you a choice. You can have the soup on the stove... Or the virgin on the couch."
"Bloody hell, Rose Ann. This isn't fair."
"I don't know what you mean," she replied innocently then ran her hand over her shirt. "Brrr, is it cold in here? My nipples are so hard... Just like they get when I'm cold. Or, maybe I'm sick because, here," She cooed as her other hand slowly skimmed over her tight stomach and began to rub at the crotch of her panties. "I'm very, very warm."
"This is low, Rose Ann. Even for you!"
"I have no idea what you mean, Daniel," Rose Ann said softly, closing her eyes. The fingers of her hands never stopping their movements over nipples and panties. "I think I may be running a temperature I'm so hot. Would you come here and take my temperature, Daniel?"
"No, I have a great view from here. Why not come and eat while the foods nice and warm? Maybe you'll get over your... Sickness."
"I'm not sure I should eat," She told me as she seemed to flow to her feet with the slow, grace of a cat stalking its prey. Taking a couple of steps towards me she turned and leaned over the arm of our couch. "I think I'm eating too much. My butt? Does my butt look fat, Daniel?"
"It's perfect, Rose Ann," I answered honestly.
"Are you sure? Maybe if you come closer and take a better look without these panties in the way..."
"I'm close enough..." I replied with a muttered, 'In more ways than one.' Rose Ann may not have heard my muttered words but she smiled at my involuntary step towards her beckoning butt.
"You can't see from so far away," Rose Ann told me while pulling her panties down further and leaning to push her butt at me. "Daniel, I think I'm definitely running a temperature. My butt feels soooo hot. Touch my butt, Daniel. Tell me if my butt is hot."
Leaning further across the coach caused her panties to fall to her feet. Stepping out of them Rose Ann pouted, "Oh, dear. I seem to have lost my panties, Daniel. Would you help me put them back on?"
"You're evil, Rose Ann. Evil incarnate."
"Whatever are you talking about," Rose Ann asked over her shoulder as she settled across the arm of the sofa. "I'm just asking for help with my panties."
I remembered I was still holding a tray of dinner rolls. Setting the tray on the stove I walked over to pick up her panties from the floor at her feet. While I was bent over so close to her tight ass, I thought, 'What the hell. She started this. She wants to play? Fine, I'll play...'
Don't get me wrong. What Rose Ann was doing was exciting as hell. But, it was exciting in the way a beautiful stripper captures your attention. Fantastic to look at but there's no personal connection. Fine for getting your dick hard but... Rose Ann was getting my dick hard, but... It was time to play.
Going to my knees behind that fantastic ass I put my hands on her thighs and began to move them slowly up and then down. Each upwards move of my hands brought my thumbs just a bit closer to her pussy lips. Just as my thumbs touched pussy I tucked them in and continued up her ass cheeks. Down again almost to her knees and back up, letting my thumbs press harder on soft pussy lips before moving my hands up her ass.
The next time my hands began moving up her thighs I knew that Rose Ann had to be wondering what I would do next. She lifted her feet from the floor and rested all of her weight on the couch arm. Her thighs quivered in my hands and her legs opened more inviting me to deepen my touch.
This time when my thumbs pressed lightly into her fleshy lips I let them linger. Slowly manipulating her pussy forwards and back. Pulling them to the side just enough to expose her wet, pink inner lips. God, her pussy juices were flowing. This close I could hear the soft Schick sound as wet pussy lips pulled apart then came together again. Once you've heard that sound you never forget. I could also hear Rose Ann's rapid breaths and soft catch in her breathing when my fingers caused sensations that surprised her.
Pulling my hands away from between her legs I ran them over her ass cheeks and up to her shoulders as I stood up. Leaning over her back I untied the knot holding her shirt closed. My hands on her breasts pulled her up from the couch. Kissing the back of Rose Ann's neck while my hands gripped her breasts hard to pull them away from her chest.
Sliding my hands out away from her chest until her soft tits were hard mounds, I kept my grasp strong until only my fingers pinching her nipples pulled them up and away. Rose Ann was gasping sounds either protesting or approving my treatment of her tits. Whatever her groans meant her hands didn't try to stop mine as I held nipples clamped between thumb and forefinger and pulled harder until they slipped from between my fingers and her breasts laid normally on her chest. Rose Ann let out gave a final aaahhhhnn and only then brought her own hands up to massage her abused tits and nipples.
I took the opportunity to put my hands on her hips to hold her in place as I backed away. Turning to pick up the tray of rolls I put them on the bar. Still massaging her breasts, Rose Ann demanded to know what the hell I was doing!
"I'm going to eat."
"What? You just... You were... Touching me and... What the hell!"
"Please, Rose Ann. Did you really think your little performance art was going to cause me to toss you on the couch and ravish you? I give you 9 out of 10 for artistic interpretation but it just wasn't in character," I told her.
"So you were just playing with me?"
"Don't go all pissy with me you bloody tart. You were the one who started the entertainment. I simply performed my part in your drama. Look," I said reasonably. "I'm hungry and you're probably starving by now. Why don't we call a truce and eat. Sit down like we normally do. I made rolls."
"Real butter," Rose Ann asked grumpily, tying her shirt back together.
"Of course."
"Deal. Truce."
We were both hungry and didn't talk much at first while stuffing our mouths. "This is good," Rose complimented me while buttering another roll.
"Thanks. It's the Hungarian sweet paprika. I thought about using the Spanish hot paprika but my stomach is still a bit tetchy after our all night binge party," I said.
"Good choice."
Since we were being nice-nice I asked the question I had. "Rose Ann, why didn't you just tell me what you wanted instead of all this fucked up teasing?"
Rose Ann looked down at her plate for a long while. Without raising her head she started to mumble around a mouthful of roll, "I wanted the romance... Okay? I just wanted to feel the romance. The feeling of being seduced for my first time. I wanted you to make the move. I wanted to feel that moment of hesitation when a guy's hand is getting a little side boob action and he's wondering if he should go for the whole boob. The slow slide of a hand moving to touch between my legs. Christ, Daniel. I did everything but stick a printed invitation on my ass and you still wouldn't make a move."
"I would have if I hadn't started seeing Tina. Bloody hell, Rose Ann! You were driving me crazy," I admitted before adding righteously, "I've never cheated on a girlfriend and having Tina gave me that little bit of self control I suppose I needed."
"Crap. I forgot about Tina. So how are you gonna 'Peel the Peach' and still not cheat?"
I shrugged and replied, "Tina's out of the picture. She came over the night you left and gave me a going away present."
"I'm sure you both enjoyed her... Present."
"We did. Very much in fact. Then she told me it was a going away present as in a last present. She wants to try making it work with her high school sweetheart again. Ah, well. We were never serious."
Soon we'd finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen. We tried to get interested in what was on TV but when we couldn't, Rose Ann stood up and taking my hand, dragged me off the couch. "C'mon, let's go to bed."
"Rose Ann...," I started, digging in my heels as she kept trying to tug me down the dark hall to her bedroom.
"Our truce still holds," Rose Ann assured me. "I just want to cuddle. I like cuddling."
Well, I liked cuddling, too. But I kept my gym shorts on when she stripped to the buff in the semi-darkness before getting into bed. I really like to cuddle when cuddling led to kissing and kissing led to playing with tits and... But with our truce in place I could only cuddle.
T-Minus 51 Hours...
Bloody hell. I thought our truce would last longer...
To Be Continued...
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