Eros

Andrew

Pamela kissed me.

The shock left me wide-eyed. I just sat there, watching her shyly suckle on my lips. Her lips felt tender and soft against mine. I could even taste the lingering saltiness from her tears.

With the way her emotions were spiraling, she might begin crying if I didn’t do anything, other than sitting there and watch her. I slowly opened my lips and returned her kiss. This boosted her confidence because she increased the pressure of hers, then ever so slowly, with so much uncertainty, she wrapped her arms around my neck, gently pulling me closer to her. This action deepened the kiss.

My groins gradually hardened. I tried fighting it to remain just a simple, harmless kiss, but no, my body had other plans.

She didn’t make it any better though. The more she realized I wasn’t pulling away, the more boost she had to continue what she had in mind. She moved from her kneeling position to that of crouching, and from there, she slowly climbed on top of me, straddling me