Free The Wives of Beverly Row 1: Lust Has a New Address by Abby Weeks Page A

this beautiful place with this beautiful, beautiful boy.
    She felt the softness of his tongue press against hers and the sensation was almost too much. It was too delicious. It felt soft and sensual and so erotic. She wanted more. She wanted to drink him up. She wanted him to drink her up. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Becky felt every delicious movement of Kyle’s tongue in her mouth, every sensuous press of his gorgeous lips against hers. She breathed and moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.
    Kyle’s hand reached down to her chest and he cupped her breast through the dress. Becky gasped. It was too much. Everything was too much. No boy had felt her breast before, not ever. Her pussy felt hot and moist between her legs and she wanted to touch herself. Instead she touched Kyle. The bulge between his legs was firm and warm and she pressed on it through his jeans.
    “Jesus,” Kyle moaned.
    Becky could tell he liked it. She rubbed him through his jeans and he pressed his pelvis forward toward her. She was shocked that she could feel the surge of his penis as it came to full erection. Even under his jeans the bulge was obvious. It almost frightened her.
    “Reach inside,” he whispered.
    “What?”
    “Reach inside my pants.”
    Becky didn’t know what to do. She’d never touched a boy’s dick in her life. She liked Kyle but she wasn’t sure how fast she was ready to let things move. At the same time, she was afraid that if she didn’t do what he wanted he might lose interest in her.
    She opened the top button of his jeans. He was kissing her neck, his mouth getting lower and lower toward her breasts. It felt so good but she was also a little scared. She hadn’t been expecting all of this. She pulled open his jeans and saw his boxer shorts, his penis erect underneath the thin layer of cotton like a tent pole. Kyle was touching her breasts through her dress, licking and kissing her neck and she felt like she was on fire. She was scared but she knew that she liked what was happening. She liked it a lot and she didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.
    “Yes,” she moaned as he pulled down the neckline of her dress, exposing her bra.
    “Can I kiss your breasts?” he whispered.
    She thought for a moment before answering. Things were moving fast, too fast. She’d never been in this position before. She’d never allowed a boy to even see her breasts and now Kyle wanted to kiss them!
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Kyle undid her bra, the clip was in the front, and it opened to reveal her two pert little breasts. Becky prayed he liked them. Her nipples were tiny and erect and when Kyle bent down and took one of them into his mouth, she almost started to cry. There was so much sensation rushing through her body. Her vagina was wet and hot. She was ready to make love, at least physically she was ready. Emotionally, she wasn’t so sure.
    Kyle sucked tenderly on her nipple and licked the areola around it in such a way that she almost wanted to cry in pleasure. She reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts and was amazed at how big and hard it was. She’d never imagined that a man’s penis would feel like that. It felt like it was made of solid wood. She saw why people called them boners now. The firmness of it, the size of it, it felt like a weapon.
    She leaned back in the seat and looked down over the valley, its millions of lights twinkling like a Christmas tree. Kyle continued to suck gently on her nipples. The sensation that Becky felt built up in a way that she had never experienced before. And then Kyle put his hand up her skirt and touched the outside of her panties. She knew she was wet and she prayed he didn’t mind. He pulled her panties forward and reached with his finger into the mouth of her vagina. She was soaking and felt terrified that it would gross him out.
    “Oh my God,” she cried.
    “Are you alright?”
    She didn’t know what to say. If she didn’t tell him to stop,