She stood up and stayed still while I slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed the form of her pussy under her panties. Indian sex She was still up when I got in at 2 that morning, “What the hell are you still doing up?”
“Waiting for you.”
“Why?”
“To ask if you got laid.”
“Jesus girl, isn’t that kind of personal?”
“I don’t think so, sex may be a personal experience but everybody does it so why should the question be wrong?”
“Because you are not even an adult yet, you should be worried about graduating, not if I got laid.”
“Oh, come on, I don’t live in a bubble.”
I studied her carefully, “Do you have sex yet?”
She answered with no hesitation, no embarrassment, “Not yet but I think I’m almost ready.”
“Are you going to tell me when you do?” I asked teasingly, expecting her to decline. That makes me the girl next door.”
“But I could go to jail, you’re too young, I’d be a molester, I’d —-‘. That’s up to you.”
She left the chaise she was sitting on and moved to the sofa and sat next to me. I slipped the keycard into the slot, opened the door then stood aside while the determined young woman went into the room ahead of me. She smiled, a small beguiling turn of her lips, “Of course, I’ll let you know,
