I was about as ordinary and average as a man could be. After dinner, I asked her if she played pool. I reached in and pulled the waistband of her thong above her jeans and tore the soft cotton fabric until it separated in my hands. She told me it was over. I didn’t say it, she did. “Separated, actually.” she replied nervously. You always act like a prude at work, but now…” I cupped my hand over her crotch again. “Not at you, never. After the longest 5 seconds of my life, during which her big blue eyes began to sparkle, she silently nodded. She was petite, 5′ 2”, slender, and had boobs that looked almost too big for her small body. I was talking to Lisa, and she has this crazy idea that you have a crush on me, and that you want to go out with me.” I laughed again.
