Her lips were so soft. There was still a faint trace of lipstick on them, but I suspected the rest was either on my body or my face. My shirt was so big on her, reaching the middle of her thighs and only revealing the tips of her fingers. She wiggled to release herself, but the rubbing motion of her body against mine was turning me on again.
“Hold still, hold still!” I said. She stopped moving and looked at me, tilting her head to the side. She really didn’t understand the effect she had on me. Like what she had done at the party, under the table. She didn’t know how close I was to just take her right there on the table, or drag her to one of the toilets and make her scream my name.
Then, the same thing that had happened by the tree happened again; her eyes went black. I remembered she
