1. A Lifetime in One Moment 2


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    had been tinkering with the idea of sending me home, so I thought this was a good development. "I would like to. I am sure it can be arranged," I said, not adding that all I had to do was call my MOM and say I was staying at a friend's place. Sheesh. She sat down on the bed cross-legged. Her robe was loose. "You look very sexy in that robe," I offered. "Thank you," she replied, adjusting the robe self-consciously to close it up a little. "No, no: I liked it better open." She casually flashed me a tit, laughed, and left the robe open. She seemed young enough to me in that moment. She looked like she wanted to say something. I waited as she sipped her wine and gauged her words. "Do you remember the time you brought me flowers after Peter died." "Yes." "I have been thinking about you ever since that day." "Thinking about what?" "Just you. I could see you that day – see who you were, who you still are. You were standing there with those flowers in your hand, and I knew that you felt genuinely bad for me, that you wanted to do something to protect me, to make it better." "I did feel that way." "I know. I didn't see you as the pool boy, or the young man who lives up the street. I saw YOU." She pointed at my heart "What did you see?" "Where should I start? Okay – you are the kind of boy who would be overcome by the loss of a pet." She was right. I had lost two dogs before we had gotten our present dog. It was very hard on me. "Go on." "You well up at sentimental movies. You always ...
    hold the car door open for your girlfriend. You love and respect your mother. You're disappointed with your father. School is so easy for you it bores you to death. Should I go on?" I turned on my side and leaned on my elbow. "Sure." She scooted closer to me so she could run her fingers through my hair. I felt momentarily awkward in my nakedness, and then it went away with the touch of her hand. "And you like meaningful relationships with girls." I laughed and she stopped petting my head. "What?" she asked with a smile. "Well, it was you who talked me out of the only non-meaningful relationship I have ever had with a girl." "I did?" "You don't remember?" She looked like she was playfully thinking about it. "You mean when I suggested you find a girl to love." "Yes. You remember all right." "I was right, wasn't I?" she said slyly "Yes, I suppose you were. What else?" "Let's see. When you're in college, or maybe it's grad school – it is a little hazy, grad school I think – you are going to meet a girl and fall in love and spend the rest of your life with her." "I will?" "Yes." "So you see all that?" She leaned against the headboard and stretched her legs out beside me. "And when you think of me," she reached for my hair again, "when you remember this day, it will all seem like a dream." I looked up into her eyes. She smiled. I put my head on her thigh. She fluffed a pillow behind her and adjusted her back against the headboard. Then she continued to stroke my hair. "So for one ...