She said that would be great, but she would enjoy it more mixed with some Seven-Up.She said that would be great, but she would enjoy it more mixed with some Seven-Up. She went off to the soda machine, as I pondered the evenings possibilities. I decided that the norm would prevail and we would have some pleasant conversations. Tami returned and we jumped up on the bed and drank some "spritzers" and just talked. We talked about current events, school, her family, and just about every other benign subject known to man. However, after about an hour we started discussing (for the first time) more intimate things, like relationships, lovers and the meaning of life. In the course of this more provoking conversation a further intimacy came over us. At one point the conversation subsided for a moment. And Tami edged closer and touched her lips against mine. Her lips were extremely soft and delicate, in fact they felt better than any lips I had kissed before. Her lips parted and our tongues met in a long and extremely passionate kiss. She delicately moved her tongue inside my mouth, exploring and arousing me with every movement of her tongue. For at least twenty minutes all we did was kiss in a very slow and compassionate way. We were both becoming more aroused by the moment, but we did not want to ruin what we were doing, it was as if our lips and mouths were made to be joined. Tami finally pulled away and stood up. I was afraid that the night was over as she started walking away from me towards the door. She said absolutely nothing, and I just stared after her. When she reached the door she turned around to look at me, as she did so she put her hand on the light switch and gently switched off the lights. I couldn't see her as my eyes needed to adjust to the new ambiance. I finally noticed Tami had moved back closer to the bed. All I could see was her silouhette against the small amount of light entering from the window. |