Boy! I sure wasn't prepared for her reaction to that heart-felt spiel. She cried! I mean she actually began to sob as she grabbed me around my neck and held me tighter than I had ever been held and hugged before. I was totally flustered. I was trying to be the perfect gentleman here, and she was not cooperating with the program. I mean, if not fucking her here and now made her act like that, who was I to cause such grief in such a beautiful, young, tender girl. And I was just about to reach up and once again unzip her dress when she managed to whisper in my ear that I was the most perfect guy she had ever met or ever hoped to meet. To quote her as best I can remember, I was the sweetest, nicest, most caring, sexiest, strongest, handsomest, coolest guy that ever lived or breathed. And she felt exactly the same way about our first time, too. She knew right then that I would be her first guy and take her virginity, and she wanted it to be very special, too. Then she started plastering my face with kiss after kiss. My hands froze less than a half inch from her zipper, and I just put them flat on her back and enjoyed her acknowledgment of my perfection.

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Our opportunity to be alone came a lot sooner than I expected. It seems the sick cousin in Buffalo expired rather unexpectedly, and Julie's entire family went up for the funeral. Then Julie and her sister returned to their home while her parents remained behind to console and assist with the adjustments such a tragedy often incurs. Julie called me as soon as the pair got home, and informed me that, for the next four to six days, her and Trisha would be home alone. She also expressed her deepest expectations that I would be able to respond to her location and ravish her for at least most of that time.