I met Kat on a regular online dating site but she didn't have a picture on her profile. Her name caught my eye right from the start; there was just something about the name "Kat" that intrigued me. I sent her an email and had almost given up on her by the time she replied two days later. After a couple of emails back and forth she told me that she was in California with friends. We talked online and a little on the phone over the next couple of weeks about things we liked and didn't like including sexually. She told me that she had just turned twenty but I was later to find out that she was only eighteen.
We made plans to meet on the day she would get back in town. She lived only about an hour from me so I figured that wasn't that bad, especially if she was willing to give it up. As I started getting close to her small basement apartment I began to notice that she lived in, well let's just say that it was not the best part of town. When I was about six blocks away she called and asked if I was still coming, I said no but as we talked I heard a tone in her voice and just couldn't turn away. I told her that I had to stop for gas and that I might be a little late but I would be there.
After taking my time and looking around the neighborhood I finally arrived at her place. She met me at the door dressed in very tight black jeans and a snug black sweater. She was a very good looking woman with short hair with highlights and a very cute and sexy face. She was a little on the chubby side with very large tits that pushed against her sweater in an attempt to escape to freedom. She invited me in and as she turned back into the house I was faced with the hottest ass that I had seen in quite a while. It was a little large but at the same time it had the sexiest shape.
She offered me a drink but I told her that I would wait till later. As we sat on the couch and discussed the evenings possible activities we decided on a simple dinner and a movie. At the restaurant we talked about our lives and families and such, you know, the usual conversation. She told me that she was raised as a strict catholic and that she was taught that young ladies were not to wear jeans and such, only skirts and dresses. She was also taught that the woman of the house was not to work but to stay home and take care of the house and kids. As we sat at the table I kept thinking "I really don't care about all this" but I would later find out what it all meant. I was also thinking that it made no difference that I had forgotten my condoms because there was no way that this gal was going to give it up.