I couldn't believe it. Her mouth was pushing against mine and her tongue was probing against my lips. I opened my mouth and let her tongue dart inside. I sucked her tongue into my mouth more and let my tongue dance with hers.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her as we engaged in the most passionate kiss I've experienced in a long time. I reached around her and wrapped my hands around her back to pull her even closer to me.
She broke free from our kiss only to look down at me with those piercing green eyes of hers. I could have stared into them forever. She leaned forward and gave me a small kiss before breaking the silence.
"Wow," she proclaimed. "That was great. You're better at this than you let on. Are you sure it's been over 2 years since you've been with a woman?" she asked.
"I swear," I laughed. "The last girlfriend I had was Becky. You know, the one whose parents almost got me arrested right before I moved out."
She laughed at me and said, "Yeah. Yeah. That chick that was, like, 4 years younger than you and stowed away with you and left her parents a note saying she wasn't going to be home for 3 days, right?"
I cringed, "Yeah. Don't rub it in. I don't want to remember that day, except for the sex. Man, was that some great sex."
She gasped and punched me in the arm playfully. "You had sex with that girl? That's against the law, boy."
I laughed and responded, "That's what made it interesting. Being illegal made it exciting, but that was the past. I'm more interested in the present."
She smiled down at me before kissing me again. I opened my mouth instinctively and was rewarded with her tongue touching mine again. I felt like I could just hold her in this embrace forever.
I felt her hand creep down my abs to my crotch. Her fingers rubbed softly against my still hardening cock and I moaned softly into her mouth. She had me in the palm of her hand and I could tell that she knew it, even in her drunken state.
Her hand opened the button on my pants and had some trouble zipping them down, so I slid a hand down to help her out. She ran her hand under my boxers and grabbed a hold of my 8 inch member and pulled it out. She gently stroked it, still kissing me softly. I couldn't help but moan continuously as her delicate fingers danced on my shaft.
She broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, "You know, I've wanted to do this since you were 15. When you started growing and playing football, I could tell then that you were going to make some girl really happy."