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I must have been about 16 or 17 when I first met Kelly after she started working at the youth drop-in center where I spent a lot of time hanging out with my friends. She was about 24, tall and brunette and I was quickly infatuated. In addition to the physical attraction, I liked Kelly because she didn't treat me like a kid. We could sit and have real conversations about real things and I felt like she appreciated my maturity and respected my intelligence. I never got the feeling, though, that she was ever thinking, "If only he was older..." or anything like that. Let's just say I knew she liked me, but I was also confident that she didn't like me "in that way." I'm sure when I assured her I'd be back to marry her after I graduated from college, she was probably hoping she wouldn't be desperate enough to actually wait for me.
Over the next year or so, we became friends to the level that I knew where she lived and had been to her apartment, but I didn't know her phone number, and occasionally we would go out socially, but never just the two of us. I remained infatuated but never lost touch with the reality of our situation and appreciated the relationship I was able to have with her. I never expected her to feel comfortable dating someone 7 years her junior but, as my 18th birthday approached, I wondered whether my becoming "legal" might remove any taboo about other potential involvement. I thought about it a lot as my birthday came and went and finally decided that if anything was to happen between us, she would have to initiate it or I'd risk screwing things up between us. What I could do, though, would be to give her ample opportunity for initiation.
My plan proved harder to implement than I'd anticipated. For her to initiate anything, we'd have to be alone in a private setting which, unfortunately, was a situation we rarely found ourselves in. The only potential scenarios I could come up with took place either in my car, in her car or at her apartment, the latter being preferable. I decided I'd have to be somewhat aggressive in creating an opportunity for her. I figured I could start dropping in unexpectedly at her place and hope that I'd eventually find a night that she was home but her roommate wasn't. The luck o' the Irish must have been with me as I ended up hitting pay dirt on my first visit.
It was a Friday and I'd waited until after 8 pm figuring if she or her roommate had plans, they'd be gone by then. I pressed the buzzer on the intercom not expecting a response and was pleasantly surprised after a moment to hear "Who is it?" It sounded like Kelly's voice, but I couldn't be sure through the intercom. I identified myself and she said she'd be right down. I heard her coming down the stairs and heard her undo the deadbolt, then the door swung open. She stood there in sweatpants, a white t-shirt and an unzipped hoodie. It didn't look like she had big plans for the night. She asked what I was doing and I told her I was just stopping by. She invited me in, closed and deadbolted the door and headed up the stairs ahead of me.
The hoodie was short enough that I was able to watch her ass all the way up the stairs as I followed her. I resisted the strong urge to whip down her sweatpants and bite her on the ass and instead wondered what kind of panties she might be wearing, if any. We went into her living room where the TV was on and a can of Diet Coke and a quart of ice cream with a spoon stuck in it stood on the coffee table. She offered me a drink and I declined so we sat down on the couch. As was typical with us, we eased right into conversation and, after a few minutes, I picked up the ice cream and took a few bites. As Kelly got comfortable, her hoodie opened enough that I could tell she was braless under her t-shirt. I fished out a good sized bite of ice cream and leaned over to feed it to her. As she ate it, I asked what was next on the agenda for her obviously action-packed evening.
"I was thinking bubble bath," she told me. I adopted a pensive expression and tried to appear like I was contemplating a major decision.
"What?" she asked with a quizzical look on her face.
"I'm trying to figure out what would be more enjoyable," I said, "watching you taking a bubble bath or actually participating in it." I figured she'd tell me that I'd just have to imagine both because I wouldn't be doing either, but her response surprised me.
She thought for a minute herself then said, "Well, for me, I think I would get more out of having you participating."
I tried to hide my shock and said, "Hmm, really?" not sure if she was just yanking my chain.
"Sure," she said, "I'm not much of an exhibitionist, so having you watch wouldn't do as much for me as actually having your hands on me. And I am feeling particularly horny."
My dick was already getting hard when she stood and took the ice cream from my hand. She set it down on the table and took my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom. She flipped on the light in the little room and, pulling the shower curtain aside, leaned over to plug the drain and turn on the water. I just stood there staring at her ass as she opened a bottle and poured some liquid into the tub, instantly creating suds. She turned back to me and pulled my t-shirt over my head. As she tossed it behind me, my hands were on her hoodie, pushing it down her arms and exposing her hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her white t-shirt. I could see the faint outline of her areolas and, as I reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, I leaned down to take a nipple between my lips and flick it with my tongue through the material.