“Oh, that’s it… just like that…”
Caressing her hot flesh with his lips, teasing her with his tongue, sucking with increasing intensity, her sighs turned to moans, and Dylan found that confirmation of her pleasure the hottest thing he could remember.
“Oh, don’t stop…”
Why should it somehow demean a guy’s manhood to make the girl’s pleasure his priority? Surely succeeding in achieving this genuine delight should be taken as demonstrating real and proven manhood.
After a while, her moans were almost yelps, and Noelle furiously pulled his face to hers, kissing him with wild abandon, her hands closing over his to force him to virtually crush her cleavage in his fingers.
At last, she let out a big long groan, her body seeming to shudder as he held her, as though someone had switched on an electric current to flow through her shapely frame.
“Oh my God,” she said, completely struggling for breath. “Oh. My. God.”
“Are you okay?” he asked her, a little confused at the apparent look of shock in her face. Had he hurt her somehow? Had he gone too far?
Was he in trouble for touching her breasts like that?
God, all those warnings from his teachers at St Josephs came flooding back – he heard the words of some imagined judge somewhere: inappropriate touching, forcing himself upon her, non-consensual molestation…
But then her pretty face broke out into the most enchanting smile, her big blue eyes so wide and filled with joy, and she looked at him as though he’d just given her the most amazing gift ever.
“That’s not supposed to happen,” she breathed, her voice full of wonder.
“I’m sorry…” he said, still not understanding.
She shook her head. “It’s a myth, an urban myth,” she said. “You’re not supposed to actually be able to do that.”
“I kind of got carried away, I guess…” he said, beginning to see that he wasn’t in trouble, even finding it amusing how apparently slow his brain was being after being so doped up on the extraordinary experience of kissing Noelle.
“I mean, I never did that before, not with a guy,” she said, then kissed his lips briefly again. “And you did it just by kissing me and touching me.”
He felt incredibly warm inside. And how was it that making this girl feel this way felt more of a satisfying achievement to him than getting into Stanford?
“We should get back to the line,” Noelle said, pulling up her bra and pulling down her top. “They’ll all be talking about us, I bet.”
“We haven’t been gone that long,” he said, but fishing his iPhone out of his pocket was rather startled to find they’d been gone nearly an hour.
“I wish we could, but I will never live it down if those guys knew you just made me come, and we haven’t even had a first date yet.”
Oh wow. He felt himself blush all the shades of scarlet as she took his hand and showed him over to where her car was parked. The undeniable confirmation he’d made her come seemed to set off fireworks inside his whole body – and her use of the word ‘yet’, suggesting that they would be having a first date at some point in the near future, that just made him fizz all over.