Those lips might seem a little pale compared to the garish colors girls around school wear for lipstick. I’m sure she was wearing a little makeup wh...n she posed for the class, but when Melody and I did our sketches in her basement she put no makeup on at all. You could almost see the nerve endings lying so close to the surface that a single touch of the lips caused her to tremble. Her lips were parted, not in a toothy grin, but sensuously soft as if to welcome a lover’s kiss. I remember placing. Her hazel eyes widened in interest as she strode beside Jordan, trying to keep up with his fast pace. ‘Really? That’s amazing!’ She said. And it truly did sound amazing. Mercy had only met Jordan’s mother, and if his father was as eccentric and excellent at cooking then she would enjoy every second of his company. She knew the story of the divorce vaguely, but she also knew Jordans mother held no hard or bitter feelings. And neither did Jordan, as far as she knew. ‘It really is.’ Jordan agreed. I was just about to tell him to keep his hands to himself when Marlene shifted in her sleep. She rested her head on my shoulder and her left leg slid under my legs. I wasn't to concerned before because I new Mark really couldn't reach anything. In this new position with her legs spread partially open he could touch her sex if he was daring enough. I started to get a warm feeling and instead of yelling at Mark to stop, I began to wonder where his fingers were and what they were doing. We passed. Although we were both technically still virgins, the night was warm and things kept coming off until we were both naked, lying on the blanket. As we continued the kissing and fondling, I got on top of her. She spread her legs and I slipped in just a little bit. I pulled out and apologized. She giggled and told me she had been trying to get me in for while and would I please stop stalling. I may be dense but even I knew better than to pass up this opportunity. So after a slight re-adjustment, in.