"Sarah! I thought we were going to start out slow!"
She smirked at me, then burst into laughter. "Just thought I'd give you a taste of what to expect later." She closed the door, then kissed me gently on the lips. I was shocked, but then returned the kiss.
"I'll go change. Make yourself comfortable." I looked around her apartment, the place I had visited many times before. A surprisingly comfortable couch in the far left corner, accompanied by a matching loveseat, coffee table and end tables, and a hallway leading the the bathroom and bedroom. To the right were her dining room and kitchen.
I sat on the loveseat, and set my purse down on the floor next to me. When Sarah reappeared, she was wearing a white form-fitting spaghetti strap shirt, showing off her -perfect 34C chest. She was obviously not wearing a bra, for her small nipples protruded through the thin material. She came and sat next to me.
"So, what do you want to do first?" She asked me expectingly.
I pondered for a moment, then softly kissed her lips. She moaned approvingly and kissed me back, harder than before. I parted my lips, and she caressed them with her luscious pair. I moved my tongue slowly into her mouth, and she responded in kind. Her tongue danced in my mouth, slowly it moving back and forth, as if to get acquainted with my mouth. I pulled back, realizing that I had just gone further with a girl than with a guy, despite my 19 years. It took her a moment to realize that I had stopped, and looked at me questioningly.
"I'm sorry. I...I don't know how to explain it..."
"That's alright. I understand. I agreed to do this by your terms." She looked disappointed, and I felt bad for stopping.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that..."
"I know. I understand." |