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Sasha and I had dated through junior high and right into our senior year of high school. Somewhere along about the tenth grade, we finally managed to do it. But sex at that age, was more of a “did you do it or not do it?” social thing and for me, it was simply a bragging point, for the most part.Then, in my senior year, things changed. Suddenly, I craved having sex and it seemed like I walked around with a perpetual hard-on.Sasha wasn’t having any of it. She had taken a vow of celibacy, which I thought was stupid. What eighteen-year girl decides to be celibate?So, I stopped by Sasha’s house one day to pick her up to go hang out at the mall. Sasha’s mother, who was divorced and a single mother, and who was very cool, told me that Sasha had left with friends to go to the mall. I was disappointed because I had been looking forward to hanging out with Sasha, and to perhaps convince her to give up on her celibate lifestyle.Sasha’s mother, who was an exact replica of Sasha, asked me into the house. She suggested I simply hang around and wait for Sasha to come back. I didn’t see any harm in hanging around waiting for Sasha. Sasha’s mom was a cool mom and at times, it was hard to tell who was mom, and who was daughter. I stepped into the house. Sasha’s mother offered me something to drink and I willingly accepted her offer. Sasha’s mother handed me a coke and then she took up a seat on a chair opposite where I was seated on the couch. Her very short one-piece, flower-print, hip-hugging, bosom-exposing dress rode up high on her suntanned and bare legs. Ankara bayan escort She crossed her arms and told me she had a personal question to ask of me.“Shoot,” I replied.“You and Sasha aren’t having sex anymore,” she said. Whoa. Her statement caught me totally off guard.“No,” I quickly replied. I didn’t know if her declaration was an instruction or an inquiry.I was openly affectionate with Sasha around her mother, which had never drawn any comments from either Sasha or her mother. Of course, I was always careful to mind my manners and keep my passions on the down-lo, so as to not draw any undue attention or criticisms from Sasha’s mom.I was pretty sure Sasha’s mother knew were had been sexually active because Sasha was on the pill at the insistence of her mother. On more than one occasion, I had overheard Sasha’s mother tell her, “Be careful and don’t make any mistakes you might later regret.”So as I sat on the sofa, with Sasha’s mother sitting across from me, I asked Sasha’s mother, who went by “Christie” if she was dating anyone.“Oh, Lord! No!” she shot back.“Why?” I pressed. “You’re just as pretty as Sasha. I just kind of figured you’d have a bevy of guys lining up to date you.”She laughed, and said, “I’m too old to be dating.”“You’re not old,” I replied.“I’m thirty-four,” she replied.I was astonished. While Christi looked much younger than thirty-four, I had assumed she was closer to forty, given the fact that Sasha was eighteen.“No way!” I shot back, doing the math in my head.“You had Sasha Escort bayan Ankara when you were sixteen?” I asked.“Yes,” she replied. “Her father and I hooked up one night. It wasn’t a planned pregnancy, which is why I always tell Sasha to be careful.”“So where is Sasha’s dad?” I asked.“He abandoned us, and I don’t know what happened to him after I told him I was pregnant. He wanted me to get an abortion and I refused, so he simply dumped me.”I was shocked.“I’m happy you didn’t get an abortion,” I replied.“Yeah, lucky you,” Christi replied. “You’d still be jerking off for fun, had I gone through with an abortion.”“We’re not sexually active,” I replied.“Yeah, right….” Christi sarcastically responded. “I’m not dumb.”“We’re not,” I repeated. “Sasha is on this celibacy thing, so I have been cut off.  She says I have to wait until we get married and that isn’t happening any time soon.”Christi looked surprised. I reassured her I was telling the truth.Christi shifted in her seat, her one-piece outfit riding higher up her tanned thigh, exposing more of her leg to me than she probably realized she was showing off.“Poor you,” Christi remarked. “Going through a lot of hand lotions, I bet.”I laughed.“Somewhat,” I replied. “But I am managing.”Christi laughed. She shifted again in the chair, uncrossing her sexy legs and then re-crossing them as she hand-flipped a long lock of her very long jet-black hair back over her shoulder.“Can I ask you another personal question?” she pressed.“Sure,” I replied. Like I said, ours Bayan escort Ankara was a special relationship and I had nothing to hide.“Do you find me sexually attractive?” she asked.I had not anticipated this question any more than the previous one. I didn’t  hesitate in my answer and before I could catch myself, I simply replied, “Yes.”I instinctively knew my answer was probably the wrong answer. “What’s my best asset that turns you on?” Christi pressed. Damn. I was in deep trouble. I had secretly admired Christi’s overt sexuality, on several occasions, but out of respect for Sasha and for her mother, I had never acted out on my secret fantasy or thoughts. “You’ve got a nice ass,” I matter-of-factly replied.Christi shifted again in her seat. Then, she silently stood up, turned and placed her hands on the chair back and as she leaned forward, facing away from me, she reached behind herself and silently pulled her one-piece up, baring her entire buttocks to me.“So, tell me,” she pressed, cupping her buttocks, “What the best thing about my ass that you like?”I was speechless. I mean, really, speechless.Christi spun around, her one-piece outfit hiked up high enough to show off her pink thong, which barely covered what needed to be covered.“I would think the front side would be more appealing to you.” she bemusingly pressed.Well, damn. I was simply awestruck by her boldness. I had spent quite a bit of time in the house and never, not once, had Chrsti every approached me in such a blatantly sexual manner.  “I’m eighteen! What the fuck?” I declared. Christi laughed out loud, as she plopped back down on to the seat across from me, her legs spread wide, Sharon Stone style, her bare feet resting on the floor. There was no attempt to hide the obvious. She silently slipped her fingers in along the edges of her t-back, as she attempted to make some readjustments.

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