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Truth is Better than Fiction
Date: 6/26/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories
“Robert! We need to talk!” I recognized Riley’s number in my cell phone. Riley was an acquaintance, the sister of my wife’s best friend. Riley was in her late thirties and divorced, with two teenage girls - one a bit on the wild side and the other living with Riley. Riley and I were Facebook friends and practically neighbors as well. She lived in the same neighborhood, but a few streets over from me. I had always had a secret crush on Riley, but managed to keep things in check by avoiding her, except through an occasional response on social media and the serendipitous greetings around town. So when she called me and said we needed to talk, I was a bit surprised. “About what?” I inquired. “Just come by my apartment and I’ll tell you,” Riley responded. “Now or later?” I inquired. “Sooner than later is better,” Riley responded. I scratched my head and stared at the work on my computer screen. “What the heck?” I thought to myself…"Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Since I didn’t know Riley’s apartment number, I told her she had to give me a hint. “Seven Zero Four,” she responded. I was a bit nervous as I knocked on the apartment door. The door opened and Riley peered around from behind it. Riley stood about five foot four and was weight proportional, but top heavy. Normally, I like smaller breasted women, but Riley’s vivaciousness complemented her physique. With dishwater dirty blonde hair, she always had that “I’ll rock your world,” attitude. She was a self-made woman, ...