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Mounted

... started to stroke my arm, fingers running up and down the full length, from shoulder to palm. I lay there, supine and content, looking up into her kind eyes that were, in turn, locked onto mine.

Her touching was very pleasant. As her fingers worked their way around me, I felt my flesh becoming more sensitive to her touch; my body seemed to be tingling. I gradually had the feeling I should respond in some way, so I lifted my free arm and started to run my hand through the hanging tresses of her hair.

We stayed like this for quite a while, her stroking me and me stroking her until I accidentally brushed my fingers across her ear lobe. Kirsten’s whole body shuddered, and she screwed her eyes shut.

“I’m sorry, Kirsten; I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She opened her eyes, once again locked to mine.

“No, Angelica, it didn’t hurt—precisely the opposite; it was a braw and intense feeling. Please, do it again.”

So I played with her ear again; each time I touched the lobe, she shuddered and screwed her eyes closed once more. As I played, her breathing changed, gradually becoming a series of shorter and sharper intakes. She slowly leaned closer to me, her hair brushing against my face, and I felt the weight of her body pressing down on my chest.

Inside, I was churning; I felt as if something was waking within me. It was when her lips caressed my brow that I understood my feeling was one of desire. The first contact was followed by kiss after kiss on my cheeks. She ...

... seemed to cover every part of me—eyes, nose, chin, brow, and cheeks—before her lips landed on mine.

I could feel her breath on my skin; now I was aroused beyond belief. I wanted her. I wanted to make love to this teenage girl, and I knew she wanted me. I took my hand away from her ear, lifted it to the back of her head, and pulled her down hard.

Our lips mashed together, and then Kirsten’s tongue snaked its way through our lips into my mouth. Our kissing became frantic, and the gentle stroking became harsh rubbing. I did not want the kissing to stop, ever.

Nothing lasts forever; however beautiful, our first kiss had to end, and I watched as Kirsten sat up and then pulled her tight competition top over her head. Underneath this, she had a plain white sports bra. Her hands went behind her back and released the clips before she let the shoulder straps slip down her arms. Her breasts were fully exposed. Tiny little nipples, yet-to-express milk, pale aurelia, and two perfect mounds that jutted out from her chest.

I reached up and stroked each breast with one hand, then gently ran my fingers around her nipples. They hardened immediately and grew erect from her flesh.

Then she stood up, her upper body naked and her lower body and legs encased in skin-tight riding breeches. I could not miss the bulge of her mound and the cameltoe fold running between her thighs. She unbuckled the belt, lowered the zip, and then bent over to wriggle the garment down to her ankles. I watched ...