‘Are you cold?’ he asks ‘Your nipples are hard’, and I laugh nervously, saying it’s not cold but passion that is causing it. It is not as if I have never had an orgasm before, I have explored my body thoroughly, and I have been close with others, but still I am technically a virgin. I resolve to just take the evening as it comes, not rush things along and let her take it where she will. He slides his cock over my clitoris, spreading the wetness from lower down, back and forth in a delicious delirious rhythm so that I am gasping with pleasure. She is sweet and pretty and shows promise; I’m sure she would look good on my arm at business functions, and I am rather attached myself. As our kisses become deeper, tongues exploring each others’ mouths, his hands slide under my dress and he puts his hands on my buttocks, pulling me closer to his hardness.
