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It was one of those warm summer Shabbosim where the adults were in the country, and the kids were left to fend for themselves in the city. I found myself at an "adultless" Shabbos table in Crown Heights, surrounded by a group of friends who had also been left to their own devices.

Kiddush was made on whiskey, and dinner was a healthy mix of dips and whatever the girls had put together with only an hour or so of notice. Not that it mattered to any of us - we were there to let loose, and as the drinks began flowing I started noticing Chana across the table.

She had a shy demeanor that belied any hint of mischievousness, unless I caught her eye in the right moment. In those moments, I couldn't help but notice her long straight dark hair cascading down her shoulders, stopping at her nipples, which ever so subtly pressed against her tight black dress.

As the night wore on, her glances began to linger and I couldn't help but grow increasingly aroused at the sight of her biting her bottom lip. Chana was the next door neighbor, her father a rav in the community - a fact that I didn't realize until later.

She was skinny with sun-kissed freckles and smooth light rose lips. As we sat around the living room after our meal, I noticed she was barefoot and without tights, her black maxi dress hugging her generous bum and accentuating what little chest she had. My type.

I took the opportunity to sit beneath her, so her legs were touching my head. And without thinking twice, I began to casually rub her feet. For about twenty minutes that continued until the conversation died down and a couple of people got up to wash dishes and make more drinks.

In that moment, Chana reached down, bringing me back to sobriety, taking my hand and kissing it ever so slightly. Until then there had been no acknowledgement of my touch or our flirtatiousness, but that kiss was my go-ahead.

Before everyone returned, I rose, draping a blanket over us both, and had her rest her legs over my lap. My hand then had free reign to tease her without the rest of the party acknowledging. And that's exactly what I did.

Between brief, soft kisses when the host stepped into the other room, I began to run my hand up her thigh, feeling her shake in anticipation as I neared her heat. In time, my thumb rubbed against her panty-clad pussy, wet to the touch.

Finally, as the night wore on, the party began to disburse. Sensing a need to prolong our lust, Chana and I both offered to clean up as the host prepared for bed and the final guests left.

In time, the host came down and told us that she was going to bed, but we were welcome to stay as long as we'd like. We finished cleaning, and Chana took a moment to go downstairs to the basement to pee.

After what felt like an eternity, I followed, wondering if somehow I had offended her. To the contrary, as I made my way to the dimly lit basement, Chana exited the bathroom, walking towards me with a devilish, albeit drunk grin.

"I don't want to have sex," she said. "But we can do other stuff" she smiled. And with that, she leaned in and kissed me passionately, the taste of wine still on our lips from earlier in the evening.

Our kiss deepened, and I felt Chana's fingers trail down my back, reaching under my briefs as she grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to her as we continued to make out. My own hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts.

Chana broke away from the kiss, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Come on," she said, leading me towards a futon on the floor. We sank down onto it together, our bodies entwined as we continued to explore each other's mouths.

It wasn't long before Chana began to undo the buttons of my shirt, revealing my chest to her eager gaze. She reached out and ran her fingers over my nipples, making me shudder with pleasure. I returned the favor, reaching up to unclasp her bra and reveal her perfect A-cup breasts to me.

As we continued to kiss and touch each other, I pawed at the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head revealing the small black cotton thong that I had been abusing before. It did little to hide her arousal.

She stood up, pulling the thong down and taking off my own clothes. Naked in the dim light, I brought her chest close and began to suck on her nipples. My hands grazed her bum as I felt her push back against me. Brought her to my lap and looked at her fondly.

"No sex?" I said. "What do you have in mind."

Chana kissed me, whispering in my ear shyly "I have other holes we can try." My lips met hers again as I began to tease her clit. She was dripping wet as I slid two, then three fingers into her pussy, cupping her clit with my palm.

She groaned as she came in my arms, stifling her moans and aftershocks in the nape of my neck. But as her wetness persisted, I began to trace my fingers lower, under her taint, lubricating her tight asshole, and it was she that recovered, positioning herself on all fours so I could have better access.

Not thinking, with her in doggy, I began to finger her bum. Taking the juices from her pussy and adding my own precum to her asshole as I slid first my index, then middle fingers. She was like a woman possessed as I began to finger her bum, pushing against my fingers as hard as I was pushing into her.

Until she moaned "please fuck my ass." And I did just that. Squaring up behind her, I let her wetness lubricate my cock as I pressed deep inside of her. She was tight, but elastic, and I was able to push deep inside of her.

My hand reached to her shoulder as I pulled her back towards me, fucking her deep with the light of the street above us seeping in, barely exposing her breasts to the world, to her neighbors passing by.

After a time we both finished and in the post-coitus glow she seemed to sober up. Both dressing, perhaps she feared that I had "seen" her for someone she did not like to show. No matter, we left the basement and I walked her to her door. As she turned to go home, I asked for one last kiss.

"No," she said. "My father's a Rabbi."

I saw her again a few times, but never sexually. Years later, I bumped into her and her husband at a restaurant and she couldn't help but blush.