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 Girlfriend photos
   I work for a construction business.  I'm 22 years old now, but when I
finished my apprencticeship, I was just 18.  I was naive, lonely (my
parents had moved abroad to retire as soon as they knew I was settled), and
desperate for female company.  I had all the mates I could want, from
school and the work sphere.  I drank far too much, partied far too often
and found girls were almost impossible to befriend.  I tried to find solace
in older women, by chatting up the wife of my boss.
   I'd been using chat-up lines that I'd learnt from a book and they seemed
to be working.  I knew the marriage wasn't that hot as she was often
arguing with my boss at the workplace.  She was almost giving in one
afternoon.  It had taken me about two hours to talk to her and I could
sense she was weakening.  Of course, by then, I had a boner threatening to
burst out of my far-too-tight work shorts, and I'd seen her eyes straying
there more than once.
   I was just about to move from my seat on the couch to sit one the arm of
her recliner.  There was a considerable noise at the front door.  A couple
of girls burst in.
   "Hi, Mum!" called one of them.
   "Hi, Mrs.  B," called the other.
   Carolyn looked surprised and even disappointed, but she gathered herself
to respond happily.
   The girls buzzed through into what was presumably a daughter's bedroom.
I was left with an impression of a very young blonde girl, with a superb
body, followed by a similar brunette.
   "That was my daughter, Emily," she explained.  "And her friend Isabelle.
They sometimes come round."
   "It's OK, Carolyn," I responded.  "I was just about to go!"
   "I...I..." she began.  "I thought you were...oh, never mind.  Thanks,
Charly, for coming round.  It was fun chatting with you."
   "I'm not sure that the boss would think so," I said quietly.
   "Oh, don't worry about him.  He has too much work to worry about either
me or Emily," she said, sadly.
   I left quickly, hoping not to catch either the boss or his son, Luke,
who was about my age.  We all worked together on the construction of sports
complexes, so I guess I knew the boys of the family quite well.
   Next day at work, I queried Luke about his sister.
   "Oh, yea, mate!" he enthused.  "She's a real stunner.  Should be a
model. You should see her naked!"
   "You've seen her naked - since she's grownup?"
   "Sure.  She doesn't hide anything from me.  Almost got into her once,
but she's too proud.  Wants to keep her virginity."
   Luke always was a bit of a cocky guy, but imagining that his sister
would have sex with him - well, I just couldn't!
   "Are you interested then?" he asked.  "Like me to set you up with her on
a date?"
   "OK.  Yep.  I'd like that," I agreed.
   The next week, Luke and his long-term girlfriend Sharon met up with me
in a bar.  Along with them was Emily.  Yes, she was a stunner - looked like
a model and had the smile that would grace any fashion magazine cover. 
While we were drinking and chatting, I was soon imagining her gorgeous body
in all sorts of the 'wrong' poses.
   For some odd reason, she took to me, a bit like her mum had and after
we'd split for the evening, I went home to my shared apartment expecting
that she might call me the next day.
   Sadly, that didn't happen.  I waited for a week, asking Luke as much as
I dared about whether she'd said anything about me.  Apparently not!
   Disappointment set in.  I managed to get to see her mother once or
twice, but never under any suitable conditions in which I could advance my
intentions.  But I didn't see Emily.  Perhaps she was too young.  Luke said
she was only 14, despite her very adult looking body.
   I was really down one evening.  So far down, I'd been drinking far too
much - alone.
   My phone rang.  I'd only given my phone number to three girls ever!  One
was Carolyn - I immediately recognised that it was not her voice.  Then
there was Candy - no, it couldn't be her.  The last time we spoke, she
almost spat at me in anger.
   It was Emily.  My heart flew through the roof as she hesitatingly asked
me if I wanted to see her again.  The whole conversation is imprinted in my
brain and, yay!!  we met up again, this time just the two of us one night
at a local cafe.
   Things went really well.  We had sex quickly and phrenetically in my car
outside her house at the end of the evening.  And, yes she was a virgin,
and tight and all the other good things about young girls.  And yes, we did
do it again, and again, and again, almost every time we saw each other. 
Emily was addicted to sex and she'd not even turned 15.  I knew it was
illegal, but hey why should I care?  She was on the pill.  her parents
approved of me, knew we were sleeping together and that was all good.
   Her mother seemed to get over our almost relationship, and I saw her
with another young guy several times at her place when I was visiting
Emily. We never talked about it, but I think Em knew her mum was having an
affair.
   I have to admit that things were going almost too well.  My gorgeous
young girlfriend worked on the reception for one of the sports clubs that
the family business had constructed.  There she met many mature guys who
always liked to chat with her and admire her beautiful figure.  She was
good at wearing very small tops and bras far to small for he not
inconsiderable boobs.  She had such stunning legs that she just had to wear
shorts that were frayed at the edges and so short and tight that guys
almost drooled directly into her pussy.
   I had no qualms about her showing herself like that, as I was the one
who had exclusive access to that delectable pussy.
   Now I'm going to let her tell the next part of the story.
   (continued in part 2)
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Girlfriend photos - part 1