The longer I got to know her, the cooler she was. She was almost too good to be true. We did fun activities I loved, like hiking, bike riding, and working out together. She may be small, but she was strong. If she really wanted to, she could probably kick my ass. When I went to her place, we would stay up late and watch the late night talk shows I liked. I loved the Jimmy Fallon Show and so did she. We both laughed hysterically at the same parts. But we hadn’t had sex. That was a personal goal for me. Two months with no sex was unheard of for me. But when I told her I wasn’t a pig and wanted something serious, I meant it. I wouldn’t pressure her and fuck this up. But we hadn’t kissed either. And that was driving me crazy. There were times when I thought she wanted me to, but there were others when I couldn’t tell what she wanted. And the more I got to know her, the more attracted I became to her. I caught myself looking at her ass and her tits.
