My balls are no longer blue from the lack of sex, they are blue from the vigours of sex. Wearing a very classy black dress, Kristy came over to my house on last night sporting a bottle of champaign. She walked into my apartment with a devilish smile. The smell of Chanel hit my nose as she walked past. Before I could close the door I felt one hand across my waist as she pulled me in for a very long kiss.

It took quite a bit of stumbling from the door to the couch as our lips never parted. By the time we reached the couch, I was already semi-naked. I guess she had a way with clothes. Most of the formalities on first time fucks were skipped and we were going at it within 30 seconds of her entering my apartment. There was no admiration of the view, no curious questions about the decorations or any compliments on my apartment.

She was good, but not as good as Christina. Believe it or not, I was thinking mostly of Christina during my time with Kristy. Comparing their styles, mannerisms and language during their times of estacy I noticed that Kristy was not as liberated as Christina. Kristy was more self-conscious.

She stayed for only about two hours siting some lame excuse about preparing forMother's Day (I hope it is not her own mother's day).

I was quite upset. I went into considerable efforts to cook her a nice meal.