Okay guys. So I do not own Maureen or Joanne or NYU or the Life Cafe or Mr. or Mrs. Johnson or any of that. I just own the story. Mmkay? Oh,and this chapter might not be for you little kids out there trying to read this. So if you are below the age of 14 or so, then DO NOT READ ON!!! Hey, don't say I didn't warn you!!

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When my decision came on how to approach my parents about Maureen, Maureen helped me decide on meeting them for dinner with Maureen at the Life Café. That was another great place to go, according to Maureen, to break some news to other people. I called my mother and father at our house.

"Hello?" my father answered.

"Hi, Dad. It's Joanne. Listen, do you and Mom want to meet me at this great café so we can catch up a little? I have someone I want you to meet."

"Hm, I don't know. Let me check with your mother. Hold on," he said as he went to talk to my mother. I heard them talking in the background, and it sounded dull, as if they knew that something would go wrong if they came. "Well, your mother and I may regret this in the future, but sure. Where is it and what time?"

"It's at the Life Café on 44th and 7th. Meet us there at, oh, around 3:00 tomorrow? It'll be less crowded and we can get our favorite seat." Wow. It was all sinking in very slowly, but my parents had actually said that they'd come. I was a bit surprised for some reason. I probably expected my parents to think that since I wanted them to meet someone, it would definitely turn out bad in the end and I would have to blame it on my parents. But they didn't think that yet, so I was good.

"Sounds good. We'll see you then. Love you!" my dad called to me.

"Love you too! Kisses to mom please!"

"Alright. Will do. Bye honey!"

"Bye, Daddy!" I hung up the phone and a smile slowly crept across my face. My parents were actually going to try to approve Maureen. That was a first.

"Hey, honey. Who were you on the phone with?" Maureen called from the other room.

"My dad. I asked if he could meet us at the Life Café tomorrow at three. Is that okay?"

"Sounds great, baby. Let's celebrate..." Maureen trailed off of her sentence and "finished" it with a devilish smile. I knew exactly what she meant by celebrate. I was totally ready for it, but before I could ask her anything about it, she got up from the couch and ran to her bed, pulling me with her.

"Wow. Feeling daring today, aren't we?" I said to Maureen, in the sexiest voice that I could. "But before anything happens, you don't have any diseases or anything, right?"

"Nope. You?" Maureen said, trying to get as close to me as she could.

"Nope. Okay. I'm ready now," I said with a smile. I pulled her close to me and started kissing her as passionately as my mouth would let me. She tasted so sweet, like oranges. Or maybe some other citrus fruit. But it didn't matter. I loved anything and everything about her.

I felt her tongue trying to gain access to my mouth by poking at my lips embracing hers. I gave her tongue the access, and she began stroking mine innocently. I returned the favor and stroked hers. I had forgotten about the gum I had in my mouth until Maureen stole it from me and began to savor the flavor.

I wanted things to get a little more juicy. I reached my hands under her shirt and caressed her stomach and hips, and slowly worked on taking her shirt off completely. All without giving up our mouth music. She did the same for me. She carefully stroked my hips and back and stomach and helped take my shirt off. The only time our kiss was aborted was when we lifted our shirts over our head.

Things still weren't up to my liking. I was feeling bold, so I put my hands on her back and slowly crept down to the elastic waistline of her sweat pants. I ignored the waistline to reach her ass. It was a nice one, from what I could feel. I squeezed it once before I actually took the pants off. This would definitely be a memorable day. She did the same for me. Soon, we were both naked on Maureen's bed making out (still). It STILL wasn't enough for me. I was a sex-driven woman that day. I couldn't wait for more. I needed some right there, right then.

I decided to venture away from Maureen's mouth and explored her neck and chest. Everything was amazing. Her hair smelled of peaches and lemons----two of my favorite scents. Oh my goodness, everything was getting better and better by the second.

I continued to venture farther south and grabbed a hold of her nipple with my teeth. I have never been known as a biter, but again, I was feeling daring with Maureen. I rolled it around with my teeth, then I circled my tongue around it. She must have enjoyed it, because she arched her back and moaned, "Oh, baby. Joanne! Mmmmh..." Apparently she never knew I was this... how shall I put it... outgoing. Well, she'd better get used to it!

Eventually, Maureen had laid down on her back on the bed, and I was straddling her out of breath. I hadn't breathed all that much. We'd been kissing too much to mind breathing. Of course, I was making out with her again as I was straddling her.

"My turn," Maureen said flirtatiously. I didn't hesitate to replace her spot on the bed. She tried something different with me. She decided to venture even more south than I had. She parted my legs for me and began massaging me with her two thumbs. Let me tell you, no one in my past relationships had ever made me feel so good. Honest to God.

When she was done massaging me, she lowered her head into me and began exploring inside me with her tongue. Man, oh man, did it feel good. She circled her tongue around and around, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I could also feel her cleaning up any mess I would have made, if you know what I mean. She dug her head deeper into me, as deep as her tongue would let her. I decided to help out with that one. I grabbed her hair viciously and pulled her in closer to me. "Hell yeah, Maureen." That was all I could say. I couldn't think of any words to describe my feelings at that moment.

An hour later, we lay in bed together beside each other. I couldn't stop staring into her gorgeous eyes. "I love you, Maureen." I couldn't help but saying it. I wanted to hold off on saying it for a while until I got to know her a little better, but I couldn't resist. I loved her, and I had to tell her. I was just afraid that she wouldn't love me back.

"I love you, Joanne." Wait. What? Did she just seriously say what I think she said? Oh my gosh. This couldn't be happening.

We gave each other another long romantic kiss. We ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. That was something I'd wanted to do with someone my whole life. Fall asleep in their arms. It was finally happening.