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I was already home from college for the summer, but Annie was still a couple of weeks away from graduating from high school; an event that might be complicated a bit by the injury to her ankle. When I called her house that day, it may have been the first time I'd spoken to her since shortly after I'd returned to school following spring break. She didn't seem to hold it against me, though; in fact, she seemed pretty excited to hear from me, which certainly made me happy given that we had an entire summer stretching out ahead of us. We'd come close to hooking up back in high school, but the logistics had never quite worked out. When I was home over Christmas break, however, we'd run into each other at a party and had spent some time together. Once I was back at school, we'd kept in touch pretty well at first and I'd promised to take her out for her eighteenth birthday, which was in February, when I was home on spring break a month later. We'd seen each other a bit during my break, but communication fell off once I was back at school and we both got busy. That was why I was glad that she still seemed excited to hear from me when I called.
I'd heard about a party that night and had wondered if she'd be interested in going with me, which is when she let me know that she was laid up with a severely sprained ankle. It had only been a couple of days since the injury, so she wasn't going to be able to get around on it quite yet. I figured I could hit the party later if I still felt like it and asked if it was okay for me to stop by since seeing her was really more of a priority for me. She was good with it, so I told her that I'd see her later. I didn't expect an opportunity for things to go too far at her parents' house but I did want to see her and get a better sense of what the summer might have in store for the two of us.
I was so one-tracked on seeing Annie that I had completely spaced on seeing her mom. It was obvious where Annie and her two older sisters got their looks because their mom was a total MILF. She opened the door wearing what looked like a tennis outfit, a short sleeved dress with a very short skirt. The thing was that I didn't have to fight to keep my eyes from drifting down to her legs because her pretty face kept my attention. I was surprised that she seemed almost as excited to see me as Annie had sounded to hear from me, but I guessed that she was just happy that there was still something between Annie and me. When she turned to escort me to see Annie, I did take a look at her legs and how nice her ass looked above the hem of the short skirt.
In the family room where Annie and I had made out a couple of times a few months prior, Annie was sitting with her ankle up on a pillow on the coffee table, watching TV with her best friend Mary Ellen. Good friend that she was, Mary Ellen stuck around just long enough to say hello, then excused herself so that Annie and I could catch up.
"Feeling any better?" I asked.
"I am now," she replied with a smile, then leaned toward me. We kissed, then made out a little bit.
"Anything more I can do?" I asked when we came up for air.
"I don't think a massage would hurt," she said, using our code word for when we'd gone to third base the last time we'd been together. I was pleasantly surprised and definitely wouldn't deny her request but, rather than continuing to make out, we tried to make it less obvious as I slipped my hand into her shorts. I positioned myself so that somebody would have to make it all the way into the room to realize what was happening as her good leg lay across my lap and my fingers crossed her trim bush to find her dripping pussy. She stifled a moan as I caressed her clit before slipping a finger into her tight, wet pussy. She gyrated her hips as I pumped my finger in and out a few times before returning my fingertip to her clit.
She gasped this time and I noted that her eyes were closed but she had a look on her face that told me she was experiencing some intense pleasure. Each time I dipped my finger back into her pussy, it felt more and more engorged as she appeared to be getting closer and closer to cumming. She was getting there pretty quickly, so I wasn't too concerned about the chance of being interrupted. Naturally, we were interrupted.
"Annie, your mom wants to know..." Mary Ellen started as she entered the room, "Oh my God, I'm sorry."