After that, disappointment. The panty first. Be realistic, there is no way he can want someone like you, I tried to tell myself. But we were friends. Even though his cock was just a little more than average. Nature – or whoever- had not been kind to me. It was smaller, but indefinitely tidier than the kitchen in my shared flat. He nearly naked under the blanket, me, tank top and panty, clothes in my hand. After a while his fist unclenched, he untangled his fingers from my hair. And now he started to fuck me. I did not even know when that had happened, or when I had realised it. Slowly he pressed himself against me. I felt a sharp twinge of longing in my womb. Rubbing my nipples with his thumbs he pressed himself hard against my back. And now he started to fuck me. His lips closed around my right nipple, his tongue circled it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him, then he stepped back.
