I have known Ashley since I was fifteen. I got a crush on her which was stupid since she was 19.

I have known Ashley since I was fifteen. It was immediate – I met her; I got a crush on her which was stupid seeing as she was happily married nineteen-year-old at the time.

"So, I guess you don't want to fuck me, Dave?" Ashley giggled trying not to let on that she was fully aware that I wanted first something else.

"Of course, I want to fuck you, but I first want to kiss you," I said a second before I kissed her.

"What are you doing?" my babysitter moaned against my neck as I used my free hand to stroke her 36D breasts. "Oh. Yes, Dave," she panted and she was laughing so hard she had to push away from me. Then she pushed me up against my bed to press against me. I wound my hands through shoulder-length brown hair.

"Do you know," I panted, "that I am a virgin?"

"Is that right?" Ashley giggled.

"Just kissing and feeling," I murmured. "I've never fucked a girl."

"Is that a hint Dave?" said Ashley with her most sultry voice to entice me.

"No," I answered, "it's a casual observation. I want you to know that."

"Fuck me," my babysitter suggested.

Carefully, I scooted her so her ass was on the edge, but her pussy sat in mid air and it was now soaked. I could see her cum. "Geez, Ashley, you'd think you were happy to see me," I smirked.