"So now that football season is over what are you going to do with all your time?" I asked Josh. Josh was a friend of my folks and a complete babe. He would come over almost every Sunday to watch the game and drink it up with all of the others.
"I have no idea," he faked a frown when he said; "I just don't know what I'm going to do with myself every Sunday. But hey, did you get my message the other day." Oh did I. I'm 18 and maybe a week after my birthday I got a message from Josh, who was 40, suggesting some dirty stuff. I couldn't help myself my panties got wet reading it, so I went along with it and sent him something back. That was about six months ago and the start of an interesting relationship. His latest message changed the dynamic of all the back and forth. He asked if I would come to him.
"Yes, I got it, and why the hell are you bringing up here?" I know no one could hear us but damn this was treading on thin ice. "You were the one that told me I couldn't tell anyone about this, ever and you're asking in my parents' house?"
"They're in the other room." He countered. "I just want to know what you think."
"You are such a dirty old man, you know that." I tried to look appalled, but it didn't work. I was blushing and giggling.
"So??"
"Okay, okay, I'll be there."
Later that night I was getting into my car and heading to his apartment. I sat there in the parking lot for god knows how long. Was I really going to do this? Finally I got out of the car and walked to the door. Josh met me there and pulled me in the large door.