I used to have this major crush on this girl. She was slender, with an apple a** and perky B cups. She was a fantasy for me because any dipstick could tag her, and I couldn’t even get her to let me j******* while she pranced in her thong and bra. I wanted her to grind her b*** on my woodie and let me play with her t***. She knew I used her thought to get me off, sometimes with her underwear too. What she didn’t realize was how many times I took care of my impulses in her presence. Sometimes, I would hope that she would catch me. Sometimes, I would make a sound, hoping she would look. I remember one night, she got drunk and I promised she would be safe. Even though she wore a miniskirt and thong while she slept face down. I did touch me as I beheld the view before me and I thought how easily that thong could slide to the side and my hardon slip deep inside her. But instead, I lifted her skirt out of the way and shot my s**** on her flawless a** and rubbed it in.