"Believing in you?" I asked.
"Yes, your faith in me, gave me faith in myself," she replied.
I didn't know what to say. We were looking at each other. Our faces inches apart. My hands on her breasts. Something came over me. Years of thinking about her, our recent closeness, I kissed her.
She kissed back, not a passionate kiss, but a kiss. I pulled back, I wasn't sure what to do next.
She helped me. One of her hands moved up to my hand that was on her breast. She covered my hand and pushed it tight against her breast. She kissed me back. This time I felt her tongue slip between my lips.
As my hand explored her breasts, she let go and her hands went behind me to my zipper. She stepped back and turned me away from her. As she pulled my zipper down she kissed my shoulders. I reached back a
