She was nineteen and fantastically beautiful. Short dark hair, strong and silky. You could grab that hair in handfuls and she just purred. She was strong, her body toned and tight. Not huge boobs, but nice, and soft and sexy. Tight jeans always hid the delights of her tush, but I could run my hands over her buns with her permission, and they always felt good. I had dated her in high school for a short time, but we both got distracted with other partners. Amazingly we were both still virgins when we graduated, and somehow found each other again in the local Western bar on ladies night.
The night we hooked up we ended up making out in her little entry foyer. Her sister and her boyfriend making out in the darkened hallway just behind us. Just like before she was hot and squirming, but somehow tonight was different. As our tongues fought for supremacy her hips started moving differently. Like most of our previous make out sessions, we were standing, kind of hidden in the dark corner of the little foyer. Normally it had been a long french kissing episode with a little fondling over the top of her blouse and bra.
Tonight was different. As we kissed, her hips began to move against mine. Of course I already had a hard on, so with her grinding I was getting pretty turned on. As I ran my hands through her hair, she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered in my ear.
"Put your finger in."
I almost passed out with excitement. I brought my right hand down from her hair and pressed it against her pubes through her tight jeans. She urgently pushed her crotch against my hand. I had never felt her so horny. With my second finger rigid, I rubbed it up and down the seam of her jeans, grinding her jeans against her clit. She groaned with excitement.