I hadn't thought much about whether I wanted to fuck him, but I decided that I did like him. Mainly I liked getting stoned, though, and if that meant fooling around with him, fine. Plus the way he acted when I flirted with him was funny. So when I got home that day, I thought I'd dress up a little for him. I took off my bra and just wore this spaghetti-strap top I had, plus a skirt that goes with it. I was feeling pretty daring by that point, so I took off my panties, too. I wasn't planning on letting him see me, but I thought it would be fun.

After we kissed for a while, he started sucking my tits, which I get off on, then he went down on me. He went really crazy on me like that, and I had to finally stop him when I thought he as
going to kill me doing it. He's really good at that. Anyway, after he got me off about four times, I had to stop him to catch my breath.