from
behind,
in
between
kisses,
and
removed
it
over
his
head.
I
paused
for
a
moment
and
looked
at
his
chest.
A
little
patch
of
hair
sat
at
the
top.
I
ran
two
fingers
over
it,
learning
how
he’d
turned
from
a
teenager
to
a
grown
man.
He
wasn’t
just
sexy,
he
was
tantalizing.
I
was
on
fire
for
this
man.
He
looked
into
my
eyes
as
he
grabbed
the
edge
of
my
shirt.
Moving
as
slow
as
possible,
he
lifted
the
tank
over
my
head.
I
didn’t
feel
shy
or
embarrassed.
All
I
felt
were
the
butterflies
fluttering
inside
of
me.
I’d
waited
and
wanted.
This
was
my
chance.
I
stood
up
and
unhooked
my
bra,
twirling
it
around
in
between
my
fingers.
He
leaned
back,
but
went
right
for
the
button
to
my
shorts.
I
took
a
step
closer,
so
he
didn’t
have
to
reach
so
far.
He
pulled
both
my
shorts
and
my
underwear
down
to
my
hips
and
pulled
me
close
enough
so
that
he
could
kiss
me
there.
I
watched
his
lips
trail
from
one
hip,
across
my
abdomen,
then
to
the
next
hip.
I
could
feel
the
tingles
all
the
way
up
to
my
nipples.
In
fact,
they
hardened
immediately.
I
bit
down
on
my
lips
and
watched
him
tug
them
down
another
couple
of
inches.
Thank
God
I’d
shaved
everything
when
I
grabbed
a
quick
shower
before
we
left.
That
would
have
been
so
embarrassing.
It
wasn’t
like
I’d
had
anyone
to
impress.
It
didn’t
look
like
I
was
an
Amazon
woman,
but
it
was
still
in
need
of
attention.
My
bottoms
were
just
at
the
base
of
my
pussy.
His
tongue
licked
the
skin
right
above
it.
I
ran
my
hands
through
his
dark
hair
and
threw
my
head
back.
I
hadn’t
been
touched
like
this
in
a
long
time.
Actually,
I
don’t
know
if
anything
had
ever
felt
this
way
before.
This
was
different.
This
was
Stoshua.
He
pulled
my
bottoms
off
of
me,
allowing
me
to
step
out
of
them,
then
he
pulled
me
back
down
to
kneel
in
front
of
him.
He
pushed
the
hair
away
from
my
face.
“So
beautiful.”
I
was
completely
naked
in
front
of
him,
feeling
warm
and
free
from
the
alcohol.
He
grabbed
another
strawberry
and
took
a
bite
before
feeding
me
the
rest.
Our
next
kiss
tasted
of
fruit,
but
was
even
deeper
than
the
first.
“Tell
me
you
want
me.”
He
requested.
I
did
want
him.
I
wanted
him
more
than
I’d
ever
wanted
anything
in
my
life.
“I
do.”
He
took
my
hand
and
ran
it
over
his
trunks.
“Feel
how
much
I
want
you.”
He
only
had
to
move
my
hand
across
it
once,
before
I
slid
it
down
the
front
of
his
shorts.
He
was
so
warm,
so
smooth,
so
hard.
I
gasped
as
I
got
my
hand
around
his
girth.
He
groaned
when
I
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