Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 2

... beneath the elms seven years earlier. After a few more moments he let me go – reluctantly, I thought – and took my hand. “We should walk,” he said simply. Yes, we definitely should, because I’m not sure what would happen next if I kept holding him that close. We walked slowly, relishing the contact of our hands and the occasional brushing of our bodies whenever the alcohol in our systems re-routed our paths across each other. I looked up at the stars and contemplated what would happen when we got back to my building. I’d just had my first kiss, and I wasn’t going to taint the memory with what most women claim to be a disappointing experience of first-time sex. I wasn’t ready for that anyway, but nor was I finished with Kevin for the night. I could still feel the soft touch of his lips against my own and that sensuous wet, slide when I kissed more deeply than I intended. I sensed that there was much joy to be experienced in kissing, and if I was sixteen again then it is something that I would have ample opportunity to explore. But at twenty-four, the pace of a physical relationship was different; there was no taboo against sex, nothing to stop your passions from overtaking you. I knew I would kiss again – and I would enjoy it – but it would never again be like tonight and I wasn’t done yet. I wanted more from Kevin; not everything, but more. Back at my gate again, this time we stepped into each other’s arms without the nervous preamble of earlier. “Goodnight, Jeannie,” he ...

... said, our mouths just an inch apart. “Goodnight,” I whispered, and opened my lips to him, letting him come to me. And he did. Touching softly against my lips, we closed our mouths together, but instead of pulling away we both opened again and tilted our heads in unison for better contact. Pressing together more firmly with our mouths and with our bodies, we tasted and touched and learned about each other in a breathless head-rush of new love. “Come inside with me,” I breathed. “But I …” I felt his heart quicken against my breasts. “I didn’t bring any …” “Not for that,” I whispered. “To kiss.” And I underscored this by kissing him again; and it was every bit as good as the first two. I fumbled my keys like a horny prom-queen outside a motel. With one hand around my waist, Kevin closed the other over my shaking fingers and helped me to open the door. Finally inside, I buried my fingers in his beard and felt the soft bristles tickle my palms. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” I smiled, then taking two fistfuls of beard I pulled him close and kissed him loudly on the mouth. “Mmmm, handles,” I grinned. “Handy.” Kissing me back through a smile, he reversed into the lounge, holding me close, and then fell onto the sofa. With a muffled shriek I fell with him, scrambling so as not to land my knees somewhere I may later regret, and I ended up straddling his hips in my red dress, the hardness of his belt-buckle pressing at first uncomfortably – and then delightfully – against the ...