”He took her wine glass and settled her between his legs, with her back pressed to his chest. He twined their fingers and whispered in her ear, “I...��ve wanted this since the first time we had phone sex.” He felt the goose bumps rise on her arms. She sighed and leaned her head back to kiss him.His lips are so soft, she thought.Her lips are so full, he thought.She turned in his arms to deepen the kiss. He put his hands on her hips to lay her full against him as she began to unbutton her shirt. “I. "But, but you're still hard. Why aren't you getting soft?" Oh, that." I didn't elaborate. I improvised. "Maybe it's just you." OK. I lied.She looked at me like she didn't want to believe me, but like she wasn't completely sure, either. Girls have egos, too, and I think she kind of wanted to believe me but this was hard to swallow. In more ways than one. She knew the effect she had on most guys. Of course, she had never seen this strong of a reaction before, but still, was it possible?She didn't. I gently guide her onto her belly, and then up onto her knees. When she bows her head to the pillow, my breath becomes shallow. I swallow hard. Her smooth sex plumps out inches away from my face, her lips ever so slightly agape. Her asshole, surrounded by a semi-halo of hair is revealed to me as a tight little rosebud. I want to bury my tongue there before it flutters around her hole and over her clit. She speaks. So hypnotized, I miss what she said. I ask her to repeat. She asks what wrong. Alise was going wild with her demonstration of affection for me. As gently as possible, I fought her off so that I could catch my breath. Alise bounced up and down on the bed and finally got herself sort of together. Totally naked and dribbling liquid from her cunt, she jumped up and ran from the room yelling that she had to tell her friends what had happened. My feeling was, "How could they not know, after all of the noise we had made in the past few minutes?" I did restrain myself and did not.