Ninety Four

"So, how am I going to take you out to dinner if you keep leaving your juices on my thigh? You do realize this is the only pair of pants I have with me?"

"I think I want to eat in tonight."

"Ah. So it does work both ways very well, doesn't it?"

Elena giggled.

"Yes, it does. Do you like Chinese?"

"I'd prefer blonde with a side order of pink, with extra juice, please."

Marie moaned and rubbed her lips against Elena's thigh.

"Oh, don't tease me. That's cruel."

"Who said I was teasing you?"

Marie pulled her head away from elena's chest and looked up into her face to see if she could detect any humor or mischief. Elena returned her gaze, slipping the tip of her tongue out and running it suggestively around her mouth, and then she grinned.

"Really? Here? Right now?"

"Unless you can think of a better place for my first time, yeah, right here, right now."

"Oh, my sweet Elena, I will make it so special for you, trust me."

Marie pushed her face to Elena and they kissed. Long, slow and sweet. Sh