The Night to Come–Part II

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    Okay Katelyn, calm yourself down.  Just because she pressed you up against the wall, it doesn’t mean she’s actually still interested in doing anything.  I kept telling myself in order to keep a lid on my enthusiasm.  It was not working.   My parents had left an hour ago, it was very close to when Patricia was supposed to be showing up, and I was beginning to panic.   Ah well, might as well enjoy my Friday, right? I thought, logging onto my laptop in the living room.  After a few minutes of searching, I’d finally found an appropriate video.   My arousal grew quickly, and within moments I unbuttoned my jeans and began rubbing myself over my thong.  I ran my other hand over my tight black shirt, teasing myself a little.   I heard the doorbell kaçak iddaa ring.  I let out an exasperated sigh, muttering to myself, “Why is it I’m always interrupted right when it gets good?”   I went downstairs to answer the door.  I think my jaw may have unhinged and dropped to the floor, I was unable to speak for several long seconds.  Patricia stood there, wrapped in a sexy red shirt and black pants.  Her hair was down, and reached to her shoulders.  She looked hotter than I could ever remember.   “Can I come in?”  she asked.   I finally found my voice.  “Yeah, of course.”  I stepped aside, letting her in.  I closed the door behind her.  “Up the stairs,” I told her.   She began climbing the stairs, and I was in the middle of kaçak bahis admiring her shapely form, when she asked, “Was I interrupting anything?”   I let her into the apartment, saying “Nah, just watching TV.”  She glanced at the TV.  It was off.  We both heard a moan, it was coming from my laptop.  I gasped, realizing I’d neither paused the video, nor muted the sound.  I rushed over to it and shut the lid, without bothering to turn it off.   Patricia chuckled, “No wait,” she reached over and reopened it.  The welcome screen was there, asking for my password.   “Wait for what?” I asked.  “I’m not sure you won’t really want to watch this.”   “Why?” she asked, sitting on the couch.  “Come on, what’s so bad about it?”   “It’s lesbian.  You illegal bahis sure?”   “Yes.”   I typed in the password and press play on the screen.  The two women were on a bed, one had her legs spread, and the other was teasing her clit.  After a few moments I became very aware of the beautiful woman sitting next to me.  I wanted to wrap my arm around her and kiss her, tease her, to make her moan.  I didn’t know if she would react well.  I stood, muttering the first excuse I could think of, and ran into my room.   Patricia followed me.  I sat on my bed.  “Were you serious about what you said this afternoon?”   She straddled my lap, knees on the bed.  “Does that answer your question?”   I pulled her lips to mine, brushing her lips with my tongue.  She opened her mouth to let me in.  After several minutes of exploring each other’s lips and mouth, I broke the kiss for a breath.  She and I carefully undressed each other down to our bras and underwear.

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