She had forgotten everything. Everything about her parents, about her school, about her friends, and about all the things that had been told to her about why this was wrong. All she knew was anticipation and lust. His hand was on her cheek while the other at the small of her back. They were kissing in an almost childish fashion. But this didn’t last long. Soon he removed his hand from her cheek and placed it upon her hip. The kissing became more intense when he started moving his hand up her blue silk skirt. What was once childish and new, was now passionate and a bit hurried. Slowly he slid the hand that was on her back up her shirt. And with a skill that has been passed down through the ages, off came her shirt.
It was only now she realized where she was, a darkened room lit by only a few small candles. She and her desired were sitting across from one another on a very soft bed. But this moment of clarity was short lived. Soon she was once again overcome with passion and a primal urge. It seemed like it happened in a flash. Things were moving so fast that hadn’t realized until now that between them only two articles of clothing remand. She pulled back, away from his hands and his kissing, and just looked at him.
Without knowing how or why, he understood. He motioned her to come into his arms. They lied there, she lying on her back on his stomach, for a long time. She could feel his heart beat, and he hers. They lied there listening to each others breathing, taking in the aroma of there partner. She knew it then, that this was the moment that she had waited for, for so long. She knew that she would never be the same after tonight. Shyly she took his hand from across her chest and slowly moved it downward. Down past her breasts, over her ribs and across her abs. Stopping just below her navel, leaving it bordering a place forbidden of his touch, until now. She then closed her eyes. Instinct told him what she wanted. Without knowing how, he knew what to do, he knew what she yearned for.