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Truth is Better than Fiction - Part II

Date: 10/25/2017, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

upper torso as she sat on the chase lounge next to me. “Can you?” she inquired, stretching out her hand in my direction. She turned and positioned her back towards me. I squirted the lotion into my palm, as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. I applied the lotion to her back, being careful to not go into any forbidden areas. “Thanks,” Samantha replied, settling back on to the chase lounge. Droplets of sweat had already formed under her chin and trickled down her chest, between her luscious melons. I tried to make small-talk. “So how long is your mother going to be in Colorado? I inquired. “About a week,” Samantha responded. “So you’re all alone for a week?” I inquired. “Yes,” Samantha replied. “You’re not working anywhere?” I inquired. “No, but I baby sit on occasions,” Samantha replied. Samantha reached into her over sized bag and took out a beer. She popped the top of the metal can and took a sip. Then, she looked over at me. “Do you want one?” she inquired. I am not a big beer drinker, but when a hot young lady offers up a beer, I knew I couldn’t and shouldn’t pass. Samantha hand me a beer and I popped the top, and took a sip. “As hot as it is,” I remarked, “This is not going to last.” “Oh, I have plenty,” Samantha replied with a smile. “We could drink for days before we’d have to make a beer run.” The heat was on. I took a deep breath and exhaled. “Can I ask a question?” I inquired. “Sure,” Samantha responded. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked. Samantha guffawed. “I ... had one, but all he wanted to do was...well...you know,” Samantha replied, taking a sip from her beer. I nodded my head. “I understand,” I replied. “Actually,” Samantha remarked, “I’m still a virgin.” "No way!” I replied in astonishment. “I am waiting for the right time,” Samantha remarked. She took another sip from her beer. “How will you know?” I inquired. Samantha looked in my direction. “I don’t know, but, I’m sure when it happens, it will be pretty special,” she replied. “Besides, I’m waiting for a more mature guy, someone who knows what he is doing, not some college punk.” The pool water was cool and inviting. Samantha took a few laps across the pool while I just waded around. I watched as she pulled herself up on the pool deck, the water dripping off her 36-24-36 compact body. She sat on the edge of deck, her legs in the water. I swam towards Samantha. I playfully grabbed her ankle and gave it a tug. She kicked loose and laughed as I fell back in the water. The beer had taken its affect on both of us. I had a slight buzz and I was pretty sure Samantha did as well. “Do you have a tongue piecing?” I asked, taking note of Samantha’s oral jewelry. Samantha stuck out her tongue and wiggled it back and forth. “You shouldn’t tease like that,” I remarked. Samantha laughed. “What?” she asked, with a mischievous smile, “You can’t handle it?” “Oh, I can handle it,” I replied, “But you’re the virgin.” I was laying down the challenge. The beer buzz was in full effect. I slipped over ...