“I’m feeling thirsty, bring me a Coke,” he asked calmly, like we were just talking about the weather. Seeing him strip piece by piece in front of me was like having an unknown childhood dream come true, as weird as that may sound. It took me a couple of years to understand exactly what we did that day, and when it dawned on me, I couldn’t help but smile with the knowledge that we both came that night. I bit my bottom lip and looked up locking eyes with him as I leaned forward and licked his cock. Every time he came over, I waited my parents to leave so I would jump on his lap straddling him so I could tickle fight him. I must be pretty fucked up, because the next thing I knew I turned towards the fridge and got on my knees, starting to crawl slowly towards the fridge, we’ll aware he could see my butt and how wet my pussy was. I really thought I was dreaming. “I heard there’s always a different boy coming out of the basement window, where I assume is now your bedroom, and your clothes…” Cole said looking down at my body, making me look too.
