I got up, and started to say good night, when Connie looked at me and said, “What, No Christmas kiss?” I was stunned. I know I turned red and stam...ered, “We- well, sure, of course! How rude of me.” She smiled that girl next door smile and said, “Well, that’s better.” I held my hand out to her, and helped her to her feet. I’m 6-1, so as I pulled her to her feet, I leaned down and lightly pecked at her soft lips. She pulled my neck firmly to her and kissed me back with much more intensity than I. Penetrating deep.“Some quality us-time at last, don’t ya think, Red?” he said through clenched teeth.“Yeah, we haven’t had a lot of that,” she answered, struggling to force out the words. “What are the chances of you calling me by my name, by the way? That’d be nice.”“Okay … I’m really enjoying fuckin’ the shit out of you, Vanessa. That better?”“Yeah, way better. More respectful. Now shut the fuck up and get on with it.”He did shut up, and he made sure she did the same, at least as far as. She looked down at it and smiled. She took my hand and said, “Lizzy. But you can call me Bookworm.”I laughed. “It fits you.”“And I’m Paul,” said Paul, standing by us.“Hi, Paul,” she said with a smile that lit up her face.“Hey man,” said Paul, “the surf is calling my name, I’m going to catch a few before it gets to crazy.”“Okay,” I said. I wanted to join him so bad. The sets were picking up and it was going to be an epic day.“Don’t you want to join him?” she asked.“I don’t want to be rude.”She. Ellen was a good-looking redhead, andone Saturday night, after the movies, we were petting in my carwhich was parked in a secluded area in the woods. I felt hertugging at the belt on my jeans, then, opening my pants, shereached through the opening of my jockey shorts and pulled outmy erect cock. She had never done that before, and I guess thatmy playing with her breasts and the finger I had slipped intoher panties and onto her clitty for the first time had gottenher really turned on. Our mouths.