Don't Really Know Why I Started To Think Of That College Girl

I was 15, my older brother was going to college. Some guys and girls came over for Thanksgiving. My mother always invited college kids over who were too far from home. The TV was on with one of the games. This one girl was talking to my Mom. She had one leg under the other, legs open with a jean miniskirt on. She was flashing, her panties tight against her pubic hair, with some of the hair outside the edges. My mother slapped me, stop staring. And told the girl if she was going to flash her pussy she should wear clean underwear.

The girl looked at my mother and said yes ma'am and uncrossed her legs ant pulled her skirt down. You ever see pussy? she asked me. She stood up and told me come with her. We went into the bathroom and told me to sit on the edge of the tub. She pulled her panties off and lifted her skirt. You can touch if you want to, I don't mind.

That Thanksgiving that girl from Allison let me fuck her. My mother told me to clean up before dinner. Both leaves were in the table, the kitchen chairs added so everyone could sit at the table. She called me out to pray and called me a fornicator. When the girl with the jean skirt left she told I'd done pretty good for a virgin. Every boy should get a virgin girl, why couldn't a girl get a virgin boy.