It had been 4 weeks after our first sex. When I woke up the next morning, Lisa had already gotten up and went to work. I didn't have the chance to give her the first morning kiss as lovers. Lovers, I had thought.
But it didn't turn out that we were lovers after that night.
I have to give it up to Lisa. She made everything looked so normal like usual and indeed nothing really changed after that night. We were still only close companions. She always walked away from me as I walked towards her wanting to get a hug or a kiss. She still let me cuddle in front of tv but as I made advancing moves, she would go to bed. I came to realize that the night was out of her character and mine, and we would not do it again.
The lack of physical love turned my feelings towards her to one of lust and longing. It shouldn't have been that way, but I couldn't control it. I began to peek at her, especially when we cuddled, trying to peep down her shirt. She normally wouldn't wear a bra at home, so I always caught a glimpse of her pale soft B cup breasts. I always tried hard not to move my hands towards her breasts, but uncontrollably, my fingers seemed to always get sucked to them.
At times, as I did laundry in the day after school, I would hold onto her panties a little longer, to feel them, to search for a tinge of wetness. I actually sniffed them a few times, an action I always thought was gross before. I cupped her bras, fantasizing that her breasts were the ones I was fondering beneath. I felt her silky nightgown, wishing for the moment that I can finally pull it up to her hip level to expose her pussy. I regret not tasting and eating her hot, wet, tight pussy that night. I searched my tongue in the air and poked my fingers beneath the nightgown, like I would search her pussy for that spot with my tongue and fingers. It was wrong to think that way.
