I have a story. When I finished my first year at college, I moved back in with my mom at her house, where she lived with my younger brother, who was a junior in highschool at the time. He'd always have cute girls over from his grade, some seniors as well, of whom I had my eyes on. There was one little fox I really wanted. She was 17 at the time, I'd say. Perfect little redhead. Man, she had the cutest smile, and her body was amazing. Perfect, tight little thing, 5'2 around 105 lbs I'd say, super athletic from lacrosse and soccer. I'd jerk off constantly, thinking about how flexible she'd be in bed, the sounds she'd make, how good she would smell, how tight she would be, etc. One day I was jerking off in the upstairs loft, where I was staying after college, on the fold-out couch. I heard the front door downstairs swing open. I thought it was my brother so I threw the covers over me, with my dick still out of my pants, but concealed under the sheets.
All of a sudden instead of hearing my brother's voice, I heard a girl's voice. "Dean?", she shouted from downstairs. (Dean is my younger brother) Then I heard the girl run upstairs, and saw my door swing open. It was Anna, the cute redhead I had just been jerking off thinking about. She had this naughty little smirk on her face, I'll never forget that. She said "where's Dean?" I said "He's not home right now, not sure where he is." The she smirked again and did a cute little turn and ran back down the stairs and out the door. I always wonder what, if anything, was behind that sexy little smirk she threw my way. Perhaps she knew I was jerking off? I wish I had the balls to ask her if she'd like to hang out with me instead ;) have a little fun. Oh well, I suppose we all wish we could turn back time and try things over, so how they'd go.
