This is actually kind of weird. I guess I was looking at things the wrong way, but I was twenty and didn't really have a ton of experience with girls, I was mostly shy until I got comfortable with them, but once I did, it was a wrap. I met this girl Jenna and I was actually trying to hook up with her friend at the time, we'd always hang out on her porch or inside watching TV, but when I saw Jenna for the first time, I was blown away. I first saw her at her friend's house, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was Black and Italian mix, perky tits that looked a little bigger than my fist and a flat belly with a thin waste and a well rounded ass. We were hanging out and after about a half hour, I TOLD her she was going to be my new girlfriend. To my surprise, she said ok and she meant it because she came over and sat on my lap. Her friend didn't seem upset; she actually encouraged us, even though we had been hanging out. We hung out for the rest of the night, then I went home around eleven o'clock after we exchanged numbers and made plans to hang out again.
After a few days of us hanging out, we only progressed to kissing, which was a first for me. Usually by the time a few days goes by, we'd already be having sex, or at least fondling, but it didn't work out this way with her. We only hung out, cuddled and of course kissed a lot. I tried to get her to have sex, but she kept sidestepping the issue. Over a period of two months, I got as far as fingering her, and her pussy lips felt really plump and full, but I couldn't get her pants down. We saw less and less of each other, mostly out of frustration on my part, then eventually we stopped all together. I was trying to treat her like someone I was going to be with for a long time and that was where I went wrong. I wanted to be in a relationship because she was gorgeous, but I also wanted the sex right away too.
I was hanging out with one of my friends when we saw her with another of her friends. We talked a bit and caught up, but nothing came of it. I later found out, she hooked up with one of my friends and he told me the secret to getting between her legs, alcohol. I was pissed they had sex, but what could I do, we weren't together, so it's not like she was cheating on me. Needless to say, me and him stopped being cool after that, but we didn't have beef.
I hadn't seen her for a couple months when I called her house out of the blue. We talked on the phone for about an hour, it was like we picked up right where we left off. She asked if I wanted to go to a party with her that weekend and I knew some of the people that would be there so I agreed. Friday comes rather quickly and I'm as nervous as the first time we started hanging out. I picked her up and when we got there I was surprised there were only about a dozen people there. The night went by with us both drinking quite a bit and being really flirty. It was just after midnight when we left. We got to her house and I parked out front. We sat there talking for about fifteen minutes. She asked what I was going to do and I just said I was going to go home and probably go to sleep. She said ok and leaned over and gave me a long wet passionate kiss. Then she got out and went inside.
We started talking on the phone every day again and about a week or so later, she told me she wanted to come home with me on the night of the party and stay over. I was shocked. It never even crossed my mind that we could have had sex that night. I vowed at that moment, to never let an opportunity to get laid pass me by again. We kept talking and in my mind we were getting closer as we were going on dates and spending time together, but the most we had done was fingering, jerking off, and oral on each other.
Weeks passed and it was the beginning of December. We were having a party for work for Christmas, so I called her and made plans to see her in person at her house and ask her to be my date for the party. I arrived at her house and she had this absolutely sexy black outfit on, if her mom wasn't there I would have ate her pussy right in the living room. I had forgotten how sexy she was, I could feel some life in my dick, I'm sure she saw the bulge in my jeans. We hung out at her house watching TV and talking about the past and how much we were into each other. She knew I was in love with her and would do anything she asked, and I think she loved me to some degree, but she wouldn't admit it. I went home at the end of the night, but we called each other every day after.
A couple more weeks went by with us talking every day on the phone and her coming to see me at work. The night of the party came, I went to pick her up. When I walked into her house, she was wearing that sexy black outfit that I loved so much. Her ass looked fantastic, not to mention her tits, which were so firm, she didn't have to wear a bra. She had an amazing body that totally drew me toward her, and she knew it. She put on her jacket, which was kind of small, but it didn't hide her sexy body. She was the image of perfection, at least to me.
We got the party and went inside. Everyone turned their head to look at us, well at her anyway. All the guys I was cool with kept giving me the thumbs up signal that she was hot. We walked around and talked to everyone, but I kept her close to me, I wasn't going to let anyone fuck up my night. We ate and hung out for a while, but we eventually got bored, even when we kept slipping out to have drinks at the car. We decided to leave as we said bye to everyone. We were going back to my house, but stopped at the liquor store to pick up some more drinks. We got back to my house and were watching TV, laying on the couch. After she was pretty buzzed, I convinced her to let me take a picture of her tits. I kept that picture for a long time before my computer crashed and it was lost.