Denise was one hot tomato. Her family had been patronizing my family’s pizzeria for as long as I could remember. But it wasn’t until she and I had both turned 18 that I saw her in a brand-new light.

We crossed paths during the first week of classes at the local community college. Denise was no longer the awkward, shy girl I remembered. She was gorgeous — with thick, dark hair, soulful eyes and a rack that filled out her snug sweater like nobody’s business. It was hard not to stare at her tits as I watched her flit from one group of acquaintances to another.

At some point, I caught her eye and she immediately rushed over to me, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. That unexpected but very welcome greeting gave me an instant hard-on. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, slightly... Read More