We had always gotten along really well and we had been really close friends from the very first time that I had ever sat on his lap, when I was seven, and had innocently dropped my hand onto that mysterious bulging thing that he kept in his pants, the same mysterious thing that I later seen him feeding to my mother when I was eleven.

When I had finished drinking my beer I had needed to pee something awful, so I had excused myself and gotten up to go use the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom Mr. Tanner had decided to go back to the den and turn the TV on, and when I had came out of the bathroom I’d heard Mr. Tanner saying “I’m in here Wendy” from the den.

Then Mr. Tanner asked, “Why don’t you grab us another beer Wendy?” I was smiling lustfully as I grabbed two more beers out of the fridge and thinking “oh hell yeah… I know I’m getting fucked” as I had headed back to the den with the beer in my hands.

God…I was almost a nervous wreck by the time that I had gotten to the den, excitedly wondering “should I really go through with this?”, “should I rethink what I’m planning on doing?”, “how should I say it?”, “will he be willing to take me?”, “what if he gets mad at me?”

But the nagging, slutty, little voice in the back of my head kept reassuring me that I was doing the right thing. “You know this is what you want”, “You’ve been dreaming about him doing you for years”, “Now’s your chance to make your dream come true”, “He’s already getting hot for you”, “Don’t blow it now”, “Just relax and ask him do you.”

Those were only a few of the dozens of “What ifs” that were running through my sex crazed mind as I made my way back to den from the kitchen, but I was becoming even more determined that I was going to be seeing this thing all of the way through to its conclusion.

I mean on the positive side… if things went my way then I would actually be living out a sexual fantasy that I had been nourishing in the back of my mind for the past several years.

And on the negative side…, if things didn’t go the way that I was hoping that they would I was figuring that the worst that could happen was that he’d be too shy to fuck me because I was so young or because he’d known me since I was little or something like that…or maybe just send me home, although that was something that he’d NEVER done before.

Anyway, I know that Mr. Tanner had noticed the change in my demeanor when I’d returned from the bathroom because when I had handed him his beer and sat my hott little ass down on the end of the sofa opposite of him he had asked me “is anything wrong Wendy?”

I guess that my determination to see this thing through must’ve been showing through because I was dammed sure determined that I was going to go through with it as I approached him. “Well” I said hesitating briefly. “What Wendy?” Mr. Tanner asked.

I sucked in a deep breath then said, “there’s no time like the present for this…” then hesitated for a moment before asking, “is there?” Mr. Tanner was looking at me in quizzical sort of way as he asked, “Time for what Wendy?” not knowing what I meant by that or what I was about to say.

I know that Mr. Tanner had realized that the beer that I had already drank was probably beginning to have the desired effects on me, although he’d known that I’d only drank two so far, and that I was a long way from being drunk.

Not that I had ever considered him to be the sort of man that would have tried to get me drunk just so that he could have sex with me, even though I sure would have allowed him to had he wanted too, but he had never tried anything like that in the past when I’d had a couple of beers with him either, like I’ve had several other men try to do in the past.

But anyway, I had gotten the feeling that he was weighing things out in his mind, big time, right then and that he was wondering whether or not I was high enough that I could be taken, sexually, or not.

I mean I could see the confused, “should I go for it…or not?”, look on his face. But I could tell that he wasn’t sure that I was high enough, or ready, for the sexual taking, and I’m quiet sure that he knew that I was far from being drunk.

Truth be told…if Mr. Tanner had of ever tried to do anything even the least bit sexual with me when we had had a beer together in the past I would have, more than willingly, laid down and let him take me long ago.

I know, that he knew, that I was a long way away from being drunk enough for him to just fuck me whether I wanted to let him or not, but I knew that he wouldn’t try that, even though it had been my experience in the past that men would usually wait until I had finished the forth beer before they would attempt to make any sexual moves on me.

Anyway, I had continued speaking to him, in a very nervous voice, and told him that I had indeed come over today with a very specific objective on my mind saying, “I came over today with something special on my mind today Mr. Tanner” and that I hadn’t just stopped by for the lack of anything better to do saying, “I didn’t just come over because I was board over being at home alone,” “or because I thought that you might want some company either.”

Mr. Tanner seemed to have gotten even more confused by what I’d just said and was kinda sputtering as he replied, “you did…”, “you didn’t…”, “I mean” then asked “what the heck are you trying to say Wendy?”

I said, “There’s something that I’ve been wanting for a long time Mr. Tanner” then hesitated. Mr. Tanner replied, “OK” still in the dark as to what was on my mind and asked, “so what is it?” “I hope you don’t get upset with me for saying this Mr. Tanner” I replied. He asked, “saying what Wendy?” sounding even more confused then ever.

So I had just blurted it out, “I’ve been wanting to make love to you” stammering slightly with embarrassment as I spoke, “and I’ve been wanting to let you fuck me for a long…, long, time now Mr. Tanner.”

“It seems like I’ve been waiting for the chance to tell you that…, like forever now” I said, gazing seductively into his eyes as I spoke, “and I’ve been waiting for just the right time to tell you.”

I knew from the shocked expression on Mr. Tanners face that he was absolutely dumbfounded by what I had just said.

Anyway, he had just sat there on the sofa with his mouth kinda opening and closing slightly, as though he was trying to reply to what I had just said but couldn’t speak.

So after several seconds with no reply from him I had continued saying, “I think that this is my chance to do that now” with a high level of sexual lust evident in my voice, and in my eyes as my they probed his sensually added “I believe that the time is right for it, right now.”

I don’t know for sure how I knew it but I could sense from his reaction, to what I had just told him, that a longstanding sexual fantasy of Mr. Tanner’s was just beginning to unfold before his very, disbelieving, eyes and he wasn’t about to say a word for fear that if he did he would wake up to find out that all of this had been nothing more than the beginning of a very hot sexual dream.

Although he had just sat there, practically speechless, I could see the flames of a hot burning sexual lust, burning deep within his eyes, as he muttered something nonsensical about us being such fast friends, “but I’ve known you since you were seven” and about the difference between us in our ages, “you’re way too young for me to be having sex with you” as he rambled on he even brings up his friendship with my mother, “I use to date your mom.”

“That's just it Mr. Tanner” I replied, “ever since I watched you doing my mother” I said, taking a sip of my beer then quickly scooted across the sofa until I was sitting next to him adding, “and getting it on with her in the living room of our apartment.”

I was now bound and determined that I wasn’t about to let myself be discouraged by any of his objections and that I was going to have sex with him… well unless he chased me off that it.

I said, “when I was eleven, and saw the huge amount of pleasure that you both gave to each other that night” continuing what I was saying. Now that I had finally gotten up enough nerve to broach the subject of having sex with him… after years of sensual yearning for him to take me in a sexual manner I said, “I’ve really been wanting to do it with you Mr. Tanner” and “I’m not about to leave this apartment until I’ve accomplished what I’ve set out to do…, and that is to have you fuck me.”

I may have been a naïve little slut back then but I had been a long way from being plumb stupid, and I had instinctively know that this was the moment in time that Mr. Tanner had been prepping me for with all of the kindness that he’d shown me over the years, and I had full well realized that this was the moment in time that he had actually been nudging me towards, ever so slowly, for the past couple of years.

Right at first I had thought that it was a bit strange that now that that long awaited moment in time had finally arrived, unexpectedly and maybe even several years ahead of his schedule though it might have been, here it was nonetheless, and the sexual fantasy that he had been nourishing for the past few years was now obviously about to become reality.

But even as excited as he was at the possibility of finally being able to satisfy his sexual fantasy of fucking me, and even as that very fantasy was beginning to unfold before his disbelieving eyes, it seems that all he is capable of doing at that moment is just sitting there with a look of total astonishment, and utter disbelief that it is actually happening on his face that says “I just couldn’t believe that this is really happening.”

When I had mentioned seeing him doing my mom in our living room when I was eleven I had seen a bewildered look cross his face. It was a strange sort of look that told me that he was flashing back three years in time…and instantly remembering the one and only time that he had done it with my mother.

The event in question had taken place late one Saturday night, after I had been put to bed, and he had done her first on the couch, then on the floor, then on the coffee table, then bent across the arm of the recliner, and finally on the sofa in the living room of our apartment again.

I know that the only reason that that had happened was because Mr. Tanner and my mother had both been some kind of high that night because they had both been smoking some hash, and were drinking Night Train ® wine too.

I remember being all excited while I had been watching their love making session, which at times had gotten rough to the point of being extreme, as they had gone after each other like a pair of love starved sex maniacs that night, and I had been hopeful that something romantic would have came out of it between them.

But my hopes for that had been short lived when I heard them talking about it after the heat of the moment had passed and their sexual lusts had been satisfied.

I was somewhat bummed about that right then but as I had listened to them talking about what had just happened I realized that neither one of them had actually intended for that to happen but once they had started horsing around with each other one thing had quickly led to another and before either one of them realized it they were engaged in some pretty hot sex.

Anyway, I knew then that they had decided that since they both had other interests, and that although while it had been an extremely gratifying sexual experience that it should be a one time sexual thing, and they had both agreed that that should be the last time that it would happen.

I know that they hadn’t completely stuck to that though as I had just happened to catch Mr. Tanner and mom locked in a furious sixty-nine position, kind of writhing around on either the floor, mom’s bed or on the sofa, and going after each other like a couple of sex crazed teenagers several times after that, and I had overheard them referring to what they had been doing as “relieving the stresses of the day” after they had finished a couple of times. But I don’t think that they had done any actual fucking again.

I said, “I woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom Mr. Tanner” dropping my hand to his leg as I spoke, “and on my way back to my bedroom I saw you and mom on the couch.”

Mr. Tanner’s eyebrows had arched as his eyes had widened slightly and his leg had flinched when my hand had unexpectedly came to rest on it just above his knee.

I said, “You had mom’s sweater pushed up and you were massaging her breasts…” staring lustfully into his eyes adding, “then you had started licking her nipples…” my sexual lust becoming ever more obvious in my voice.

“Mom was rubbing your crotch with her hand…” slowly running my hand a few inches up along the top of his thigh as I continued, “at first I didn't know what to think” scooting a little closer to him as I spoke.

“Although I kind of knew what was happening” I said, my eyes gazing sensually into his, “when I saw the kind of pleasure you were giving to my mother, I had decided to watch everything that the both of you were doing from the hall door.”

Having finally mustered up the nerve to say all of that I had leaned forward, fairly quickly too, because I wanted to get this done before I had had enough time to lose my fucking nerve, and had put my left hand behind his head as I did, then drew myself up to him and kissed him fully on the lips.

I don’t mean just a brushing of the lips type of kiss either…, I mean a full mouth, wet, mouth full of tongue kiss, and I had shoved my tongue into his mouth as far as I could.

At the same time that I was snaking my tongue down his throat I had quickly pulled my T-shirt up, over my tits, with my free hand, then I had grabbed one of his hands, and had quickly placed it firmly against my bare breast.

I was only wearing a T-shirt right then and I had perceived Mr. Tanner’s sensual surprise when he had realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra when I had placed his hand on my bare tit.

I had been wearing one when I’d came over though, but I had removed it, in anticipation of this happening, when I had gone to the bathroom earlier.

I had known that one way or another Mr. Tanner was going to be feeling my tits that day and I had wanted to make certain that when he did that he would be able to cop a feel of me as unencumbered by clothing as possible when I’d first allowed him to touch my breast.

My eyes had opened slightly when I had felt him suck in a sharp breath just as his hand had first touched my naked breast and I’d gotten a sudden rush of sexual satisfaction when I had seen that his eyes were bulging wide open with disbelief.

Not only at what I’d just done but also because my nipples were already standing up fully erect, and were as hard as steel marbles because they had been eagerly awaiting his first touch.