Page 84 of Crossing the Line
We talked for a while, but my boy hormones were on sensory overload. I can’t remember what we talked about. She said something about her classes and putting homework off. We didn’t have time for too much small talk, though. I knew Mandy or Andy would soon arrive, and I’d chosen to kiss PG when midnight struck. No—I wanted to be inside her. So I asked her back to my place. And the rest is history.
But she was a virgin, huh?
She was tight. Wet. I fought like hell to hold on. I wanted to make her think I had the stamina of a bull. Her supple thighs against me. Her even softer body beneath me. I came early. And I came hard.
“PG,” I say, the words escaping me before I can stop them. Her eyes open wide. They’re not tired at all. I didn’t think they would be.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. She doesn’t miss a beat as I rise to my feet and take a step to stand in front of her. The depth of our contact makes my cock grow and grow and…
I bend down and unbuckle her seatbelt. When she’s free of the strap, I take her by both hands and guide her to her feet. I’m glad that she’s easily following my lead.
Her head is tilted back, and her mouth is ready for me to slip her some tongue. Her breaths blow across my face, warm, soft, and delicious.
And then I slide my tongue across her pouty bottom lip. “Umm…”
