Sherri didn't say take me home when we got to my place. I thought she might, she clung to me still sobing. We sat on the couch, her crying on my shoulder, me holding her in my arms. I felt a little guilty over my super hard on. But her one breast was pressing me. I said the usual things-he's a fool-he's an ashole-he should be worshiping you at your feet. Sherri looked at me on that one. Her soul piercing eyes locked on mine. Her stare was pleading.
Mt heart was breaking at her tears, her lids slowly closed. A single tear ran down her cheek, I kissed it away. My lips went to her other cheek, my lips burned from her skin, her tears I placed in my heart, never wishing she would have to cry again.
I continued kissing her cheeks, making my was to her closed lids, and kissed them. Sherri's mouth was opened a little, her tongue licked her lips, her breathing was heavier. I wanted to kiss her so bad, I did. Hoping she wouldn't push me away. She didn't. We kissed, her lips, so soft, I tested her boundary's with my tongue. She invited me in, her arms were around me, I became bold and pulled her to me tight, her breast flat against me. Sherri responded by climbing onto my lap.
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