Matured Stories

A Chocolate Cream Pie (19+) – Season 1 – [Episode 1 – 3]

A Chocolate Cream Pie

A Chocolate Cream Pie

A Chocolate Cream Pie
By Cristiano Caffieri

I first saw Tasha in the drugstore where she worked. She was quite beautiful with long flowing auburn hair and a great smile. It was love at first sight.

Although I’d picked up a packet of condoms to buy I couldn’t bring myself to shove those under her nose at the cash register. Instead, I bought some gum.

“Is there anything else?” she asked, looking at me with two of the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen, and I just blurted out, “Would you go to the movies with me.”

She just froze for a moment and then smiling, perhaps at my audacity, she asked,


“What about tonight?”

“You’re very impulsive,” she commented, and for a moment there was a look of doubt on her face, in fact, she mumbled something about having to wash her hair but that turned out to be a little joke.

As I handed her the money for the gum she said OK and a time and a place to meet was agreed. After the show, I drove her home hoping for a little necking session in the car but all I got was a sisterly kiss and even on a second date there was only a slight improvement but she blocked all my attempts to cop a feel. However, on the third date, she did let me grope her tits through her sweater.

I was getting a bit frustrated but then on the fourth occasion, she invited me up to her apartment for coffee. Having sipped our Java, looking at each suggestively other over our cups, she didn’t object when I moved closer to her on the sofa. In fact, she didn’t object when I started to kiss her or when I slipped my hand up her top to grasp her tits. Neither did she object when I ran my hand up her skirt and touched her crotch.

“I suppose you’re dying to get me into bed aren’t you?” she asked.

I nodded my head so enthusiastically I was afraid it might come off. She stood up, took my hand, and led me into the bedroom where she pulled all the covers off down to one sheet and then started to remove her clothes. My God, she was so f*cking beautiful.

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