I rushed into the bedroom, grabbed my jeans off the floor and stuffed my hard-on into them before answering the door bare-chested. Sharon was smiling up at me, her sunglasses pushed up on her head and her blue eyes sparkling. She was about five-two, a good head shorter than me, and her tits were almost poking me in the stomach as we faced each other. ‘Hi Dave,’ she said. ‘I thought I heard you moving around in there. Would you mind?’ She held up the tube of sunscreen and I needed no other explanation as my cock strained against my jeans. ‘Sure,’ I managed to say. ‘Let me put on some shorts, and I think I’ll join you, if there’s a free lawnchair out there.’ ‘OK,’ she smiled. I changed into a pair of cutoffs and was outside in no time. Sharon had reclined her chaise to a fully flat position and was lying on her stomach, still smiling as she watched me approach with a couple of cans of Coke. I handed her one and she handed me the tube of sunscreen. At the same time, I noticed that the. Breasts moved rhythmically as if an offer given only to be withdrawn. ‘How’s Jane?’ ‘We broke up.’ ‘Of course. She wasn’t the woman for you. I could’ve told you that. Do you have a new girlfriend?’ ‘No.’ ‘I don’t have a boyfriend.’ Brow furrowed waiting for me to speak. She leaned forward hesitantly. ‘I want to be your girlfriend, Bill.’ ‘Carla, I love you,’ rushed from me. She flew onto my lap. Arms around my neck. Lips hot against mine. ‘I love you, too. I want to make love to you, Bill. I want you now.’ Insane for a man of twenty-nine to take a girl of sixteen? Yes. Insanely in love. I opened the door to Carla at nineteen. Red eyes swollen with tears and guilt. Face puffy. Shoulders slumped. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked apprehensively. ‘I… oh, God, Bill. I…’ She slumped to the floor. Sobs ripped the air as she rocked, cradling herself in her arms. Voice tortured. ‘I cheated on you. Please, Bill, can you forgive me?’ The doors of my heart opened wider, telling me this woman,.
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