BRIDGET'S POV
Of course he said yes.
So I took him by the hand and walked him to the living room.
He followed like the horny mess he was. His robe still hanging open. c**k swinging heavy and thick between his legs. His eyes on my breasts the entire way down the hall like he was afraid they might disappear if he looked away.
I pushed him gently onto the couch.
And he sat. Looked up at me. His chest was actually rising and falling faster than normal and his hands were shaking slightly when he reached for me… why wouldn't they?
He was just nineteen and already physically living his wet dreams.
And somehow that made the ache between my legs worse not better.
Then I kneeled in front of him.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.
He shook his head… honest at least.
"Then let me show y
