Thread: Unholy Communion: phtlc and Loveme

Unholy Communion Introduction Stepping out of the shower I was already excited about the upcoming evening. It was Saturday evening and I was going to a party down by the lake. I was genuinely hoping that tonight would be the night thta I would finally score. I had never had sex with a girl but Sarah from math class was starting to get a little frisky with me these days so I was very excited about the potential. I had of course fooled around with several girls, French kissing, getting inside their bras and Jennifer had even let me get my hand inside her panties allowing me to feel a girls pussy for the first time in my life. None however had been willing to let me go the whole way or even close. My friends did not know I was still a virgin. I told all the guys I know that I had scored with other girls, but the fact was I had still not gotten lucky. I was determined that tonight however all that was going to change. Making sure to brush my teeth fanatically, gargle mouthwash, apply deodorant and cologne...etc. I was determined to stack the odds in my favour. I picked a shirt that I felt would show my form well. I was active in school sports and finally my body was starting to respond. I still had a youth like body, but my biceps were finally starting to respond to weight training. They were nothing spectacular, but they were OK. Heading out of the house I said good bye to the folks and headed down the street to meet with my best friend Bill at his house. We had known each other since childhood and were on the same baseball team. Knocking on his door I called him outside telling him to hurry up. Did your cousin get the beer? I asked. His cousin was 23 and could get beer so he was our primary source as guys who were under the legal age to buy it. Of course.............I told you he would come through. Relieved I realized the night was set. Walking along our street we turned the corner and started heading towards the park, carrying two cases of beer feeling like big men. As we walked I spotted a lady who had been the object of several fantasies. Helen Peirce. She was in her mid to late 30s, single and amazingly hot. I dont know if she was married ever before, but for now she was single. She had the most amazing body and a face that the years had been extremely generous to. My parents and Bills parents knew her, and she had a respectable reputation, self employed as a consultant, helping with a few community endeavours and such. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt, which fitted her body well as she got a few items out of the trunk of her car. Staring I wondered if she would see it as being manly that I had some beer on me. I self consciously made sure to correct my posture so my chest would seem a bit bigger, without making it too obvious that I was doing so. She still had her back turned, as I stared. Give it up Bill said, Its never going to happen......except maybe with me. Responding in kind I said In your dreams.......shes mine!. We both realized this was just fantasy. She was a fucking hot woman and would basically just see us as boys. Nonetheless, the fantasy banter continued as we discussed how bad we would love to get into bed with her. She was out of earshot so we werent worried. As she turned around and saw us her eyes immediately zeroed in on the cases of beer we were carrying. Being a responsible adult, she got that disapproving look, but then smiled understandingly and turned to go in her house. I guess she remembered what it was like to be a teen. She wants me.... Bullshit....couldnt you see the way she was checking me out?...... Yeah right. Out of pity............ Fuck you!. No.....fuck you. It was all in fun. We both liked to give each other a hard time, and we both knew that the pope had a better chance of converting the entire middle east to Catholicism than we had of getting inside her pants.