Try again.Try again." I leaned forward again, and again kissed her. Only this time, her tens came up and wrapped around my neck, keeping me in place. Her lips opened just slightly and I felt her warm tongue pressing against my lips. I responded to he tongue, opening my mouth. I could feel my heart speeding up, responding to this new female, this new sensation. The old sensations of newness (does that sound strange to you? It shouldn't) made me feel warm. I pushed off the chair and fell forward onto my knees on the floor. I was still raised off the floor while she had settled; I was still kissing her downwards, but passion had taken over. We were no longer merely experimenting. Dagmar was right, this wasn't stud service; this was sharing. We broke for a moment, settling back into our individual heaps on the floor, looked at each other with mock guilty expressions and sidelong glances, slow, knowing smiles, and finally as one we broke out laughing. "Okay," I said. "Let's take this into the guest room." "O-Kay," she said, sounding each letter. |