AUTHOR'S NOTE: A special thanks to Colleen Thomas for advice and her never-ending friendship and to all my friends to give me special help and tipsβ¦I love you all!
The upturned face.
Closed eyes.
Parted, wet kissable lips.
I laugh to myself, of all people to want my son's girlfriend. Here I am close to 45 years old. I know I'm good-looking and in great shape, but still, holding her in my arms looking down into her face, I cannot believe that this is all mine for the taking. Her telling me just a second before that she has never done this before and how much she wants to before she leaves for college. How she's fantasized about me, about us.
Pressing her body up against mine, moving her hips against me. She looks up at me, closes her eyes and whispers that she wants a kiss. Swallowing deeply there's no way I could resist. She's gorgeous. A blonde, blue-eyed girl. Lean with incredible breasts. Breasts that are pressing against me, lips that were waiting . . . for me. I let her wait just one second more, yearning my kiss. Needing it. As I lower my head and claim those lips, a moan escapes her.
"Yes." I think to myself. "The sweet taste of youth." I haven't had an eighteen-year-old since college. I've forgotten what it's like. The taste, the smell, the freshness . . .
Our tongues hungrily play with each other before I pull away and lick her lips, savoring that taste inside. She opens her eyes and looks at me, while biting her lip. I can feel the excitement growing within me. I bend my head and begin to kiss her neck, lightly nipping it, teasing it with my tongue as I trail it along her collarbone and down to the opening of her blouse. I hear her moan as I reach her cleavage and am pleased to find that her breasts are quite bountiful. I reach under her blouse, stroking the sides of her body as I reach the swell of them. Cupping each in my hand, my thumb gently plays with her nipples, which harden at my touch.
I walk her slowly back toward the couch and she falls quite hard onto the cushions as the back of her legs hit the edge. Looking up at me, her eyes wide with surprise, she laughs then bites her lip as her shyness suddenly takes over. I smile, spreading her legs as I kneel between her thighs. My hands stroke her thighs and slide under her mini skirt. Moaning, she looks at me with half-closed eyes and arches her back.
"Take off your shirt." I command her with a low voice and watch as she removes her blouse, exposing those gorgeous tits. I lick my lips, knowing I want to dive in between them, kiss them and suck on those protruding nipples.