I was dating a fine woman. She was in her 40’s working woman that had a freaky side. What I would soon find out is her 18 year old daughter had the same genes. Liz, my girlfriend, was gonna be working all day and because we had a little sleep over the night before I told her that I’d be here at her house when she got home from work.
I’d been dating Mei for about four months when it happened. She’s 24, born in Shanghai but grew up here, petite with silky black hair down to her waist, soft almond eyes, and that quiet shyness that always drove me crazy. We’d fooled around plenty: long make-out sessions on my couch, my hands under her skirt, her grinding on my lap until we were both breathless. But every time things got really heated, she’d stop me just before I could slide inside her. She was traditional in some ways, wanted to take it slow, and I respected that, even if it left me aching