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Panny sat on the edge of her worn sofa, she was tired it had been a long day. Her mind was cluttered with work and careless people. She wished everything could be easy like it was when she was eighteen. At twenty-six she knew enough about the world to know that she didn�t care for it anymore. Strange glances on the street made her feel ill at ease. She wanted something a little different from life something sweeter, more intense.
She walked out of her apartment at the same time as the young cat across the hall. He couldn�t have been more than eighteen, sweet faced and innocent as he was. She locked her door and followed him down the steps. She couldn�t help herself, she reached out and patted him on the ass.
�Hey, now!� he said startled at the touch, blushing.
�How is my youngster today?� she asked throwing her arm around his shoulders.
�Pretty good�� he said nervously.
She moved her right hand under his shirt, �where are you heading off to?�
�To the store to get some milk and cigarettes.�
�I have some cigarettes in my apartment you want one?� she asked her hand still under his shirt.
�Sure� he said, his voice had lost some of its steadfast tone.
They walked back to her apartment and she handed him a cigarette. They sat down on the hardwood floors and she packed a bowl. �You smoke weed?� she asked non-chalently.
�Not really� he said taking the bowl when she passed it to him. He took a deep hit of the bowl, coughed then laid back on a cushion. �Man�� he said sighing.
They took a few more hits then she laid down next to him. She put her hand under his shirt. �You feeling ok?� she purred into his ear. His ears turned red, �yeah� he said sounding slightly uncomfortable.
They laid there, on the hardwood floors, heads on cushions a while. She ran her hands down to the front of his levis. He was hard like an eighteen year old should be. He stretched back and sighed.
�Why don�t you masturbate for me?� she asked still purring in his ear. His face turned red again. �What?� he asked, surprised. �Why don�t you jerk it for me? I like to watch people masturbate.� She said softly. She opened the fly of his pants and put his hand on his penis. She grabbed some lotion from under the sofa and squirted some on the head of his dick.
He started masturbating, she took off his shirt and sucked on his nipples. She ran her nails down the side of his body, he sighed. She put her hand on his balls and could feel that he was getting ready to cum. He came on his chest, moaning quietly. She went to the bathroom and got a clean washcloth for him and a blanket from the bedroom.
She took off her clothes and laid on the couch, he joined her. They fell asleep quietly. The innocence had left the building for a moment.